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Xavier.
He entrusted all of the hiring of the staff to Xavier. He knew Xavier would have the right eye for such beauty. He was sure that Xavier had already bedded Miss Balfour. If he had not, then it was his loss and Darian's gain. It was one of the aspects of their relationship Darian enjoyed most of all. They had to have an open sexual relationship. He would not have it any other way. Sex was one of Darian's favorite pastimes. He enjoyed the feel of hot, sweaty bodies beneath him or behind him. Enjoyed the sensation of heat as it increased until it spilled over their bodies in that one final moment when time would freeze.
He gazed at her caramel colored skin, admiring the smoothness of it. He wanted to feel that smoothness with his fingertips. He liked her permed, straight hair, how it framed her slender oval shaped face. Her lips attracted him as well; he loved how full and luscious they were. He was a lover of both men and women and cherished all of the individual qualities each offered. His mind raced to what he wanted to do with her before the night was out. A wicked smile spread across his lips, exposing his dimples, making him look both innocent and guilty.
He looked at her entire appearance, mentally calculating the quickest way to remove her clothing based on hooks, zippers, snaps, etc. She was dressed in a leopard print bra top and a black satin skirt with a leopard print hem and wearing a pair of black heels. Darian, admired the way the outfit enveloped her. It was one of the reasons he decided to have a strip club, bordello and arena in addition to his dance club-the seduction! Desires Unleashed was exactly what the name stated, and that was what Darian wanted.
“Miss Balfour, I've called you into my office tonight because
I have some good news. You see, I've been going through my employee records and reviewing some of my best staff.” He looked in her direction and smiled. He rose from his chair and glided around the desk. All of his movements were as smooth as satin. His body never looked clumsy, never once. He leaned against the corner of his desk in front of Annette. He held her open file in his hand as he looked down at her over the edge of the file and smiled. His eyes sparkled as his smile warmed her. He slid halfway onto the corner of his desk and pretended to look over her information. He had already memorized her file before she came into his office but now, he was keeping up appearances.
“It says here that you've never been late and only absent one time since you started working here.” He paused and leaned in closer to her. “Most impressive,” he whispered seductively.
His forest-green eyes peered into the chocolate brown of her own. She felt his aura pelting her, making a heat rise from between her legs. She fought the urge to squirm in her seat. She could smell his cologne, as if he needed any. She was willing to bet he was just as good in bed as he looked and that was saying a lot! She had the desire to press her hand to her chest, and in a exaggerated southern belle accent, say “Why sir, I'm just a southern belle and we southern gals don't do things like- ooooohh, Oh My!' She mentally shook her head. She wanted to focus on what he was saying to her, even though it was proving to be more difficult with each passing second.
“Did you hear what I said?” Darian asked, humor hidden in his smile. He knew damn well she had not heard a word he'd said; it was just how he planned it. She didn't need to hear what he was saying. She only needed to know that he was paying her attention, that she had his favor for the evening. She should be so blessed.
“Oh, yeah...urn...,” She took a deep breath and let it out. This was bad. “No. I'm sorry, I didn't catch the...urn...last thing you said.” She was hoping he would not think badly of her. Nothing was worse than being condemned as an airhead. Well, there were worse things, but at this point airhead was the one she was worried about. He
He entrusted all of the hiring of the staff to Xavier. He knew Xavier would have the right eye for such beauty. He was sure that Xavier had already bedded Miss Balfour. If he had not, then it was his loss and Darian's gain. It was one of the aspects of their relationship Darian enjoyed most of all. They had to have an open sexual relationship. He would not have it any other way. Sex was one of Darian's favorite pastimes. He enjoyed the feel of hot, sweaty bodies beneath him or behind him. Enjoyed the sensation of heat as it increased until it spilled over their bodies in that one final moment when time would freeze.
He gazed at her caramel colored skin, admiring the smoothness of it. He wanted to feel that smoothness with his fingertips. He liked her permed, straight hair, how it framed her slender oval shaped face. Her lips attracted him as well; he loved how full and luscious they were. He was a lover of both men and women and cherished all of the individual qualities each offered. His mind raced to what he wanted to do with her before the night was out. A wicked smile spread across his lips, exposing his dimples, making him look both innocent and guilty.
He looked at her entire appearance, mentally calculating the quickest way to remove her clothing based on hooks, zippers, snaps, etc. She was dressed in a leopard print bra top and a black satin skirt with a leopard print hem and wearing a pair of black heels. Darian, admired the way the outfit enveloped her. It was one of the reasons he decided to have a strip club, bordello and arena in addition to his dance club-the seduction! Desires Unleashed was exactly what the name stated, and that was what Darian wanted.
“Miss Balfour, I've called you into my office tonight because
I have some good news. You see, I've been going through my employee records and reviewing some of my best staff.” He looked in her direction and smiled. He rose from his chair and glided around the desk. All of his movements were as smooth as satin. His body never looked clumsy, never once. He leaned against the corner of his desk in front of Annette. He held her open file in his hand as he looked down at her over the edge of the file and smiled. His eyes sparkled as his smile warmed her. He slid halfway onto the corner of his desk and pretended to look over her information. He had already memorized her file before she came into his office but now, he was keeping up appearances.
“It says here that you've never been late and only absent one time since you started working here.” He paused and leaned in closer to her. “Most impressive,” he whispered seductively.
His forest-green eyes peered into the chocolate brown of her own. She felt his aura pelting her, making a heat rise from between her legs. She fought the urge to squirm in her seat. She could smell his cologne, as if he needed any. She was willing to bet he was just as good in bed as he looked and that was saying a lot! She had the desire to press her hand to her chest, and in a exaggerated southern belle accent, say “Why sir, I'm just a southern belle and we southern gals don't do things like- ooooohh, Oh My!' She mentally shook her head. She wanted to focus on what he was saying to her, even though it was proving to be more difficult with each passing second.
“Did you hear what I said?” Darian asked, humor hidden in his smile. He knew damn well she had not heard a word he'd said; it was just how he planned it. She didn't need to hear what he was saying. She only needed to know that he was paying her attention, that she had his favor for the evening. She should be so blessed.
“Oh, yeah...urn...,” She took a deep breath and let it out. This was bad. “No. I'm sorry, I didn't catch the...urn...last thing you said.” She was hoping he would not think badly of her. Nothing was worse than being condemned as an airhead. Well, there were worse things, but at this point airhead was the one she was worried about. He
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