that this guy, who placed a smile of bliss on her
face so unlike any he’d seen before, would have the pleasure, sent
a heaviness into his abdomen.
“You won’t lose me,” Trenton promised. For
now, he wanted to reassure her and wipe the worry from her brow.
“I’ll always be here.” He pulled her into a hug. More for him than
for her. He held on tight, her soft body molding into the harder
planes of his.
He’d said the right words, but deep down, he
knew it was the beginning of the end, and his stomach tangled up
into knots. Foreign knots. Knots he’d never experienced before.
She would never lose him. But he knew without
a doubt…that he was losing her.
Chapter Eight
Trenton set down his pen and
rubbed his eyes. He hadn’t taken a break since he arrived at work
this morning, and it was now time for lunch. He was so hungry he
felt as if his stomach had turned on itself.
As the senior vice president of sales and
marketing, Trenton’s office was located on the executive floor of
the Johnson Enterprises building, the seat of his family’s
multibillion-dollar beer and restaurant empire. Decorated with dark
wood and leather furniture, the decor and dim lighting had prompted
his sister, Ivy, to tease that his office felt more like the VIP
room of a club or an exclusive lounge. Exactly the ambience he’d
wanted.
When people passed through the door for
business, he wanted them to transition into a relaxed state. Doing
so put him at a mild advantage and undoubtedly had aided him in
negotiating lucrative contracts for the family’s lines of beer.
Trenton exited his office and stopped at his
executive assistant’s desk. Diana, a plus-size sister with a short
natural and ass and breasts for days, sat at her computer, reading
an email that looked more like a dissertation. No doubt another
message from Dave, a sales rep who had lots of ideas for
improvements. While Trenton appreciated the suggestions, the young
man needed a lesson or two on how to not be so verbose.
“I’m going to lunch with Ivy,” he said.
Diana looked up from the screen. “Don’t
forget your two o’clock staff meeting about the festival.”
Johnson Brewing Company, also known as JBC,
dispatched reps to the various festivals around the country and the
world, but Trenton never missed the Great American Beer Festival,
the Oscars for beer makers in the United States.
JBC employed some of the best brewmasters in
the industry, so they always brought home awards, but last year
they’d won a silver medal in the specialty beer category, where the
smaller craft breweries dominated. Having a commercial outfit of
their size take home second place had been an unheard of
accomplishment. This year they wanted a gold medallion to place on
the wall.
“I thought we pushed the meeting back,”
Trenton said.
Diana shook her head. “We couldn’t because
the conference call with the Chinese reps was moved up to
coordinate with the translators’ schedules.”
“Oh yeah.” Trenton checked his watch. He and
Ivy would barely have an hour for lunch, which meant they shouldn’t
leave the premises. “In that case, would you call downstairs to The
Brew Pub and tell them to reserve a booth for me and my sister?” As
he walked away, Diana was already picking up the phone to make the
arrangements.
Trenton strolled down the hallway to Ivy’s
office, the executive floor quiet, since half of the staff had
already left for lunch. Awards and framed articles about the
company’s accomplishments in the beer and restaurant industry hung
on the walls.
He passed by the empty desk where Ivy’s
assistant normally sat, knocked twice on the office door, and
entered. “Ready to go?”
His “sister” was actually his cousin. Trenton
had been brought into the family as a child, after his parents
died. From the beginning, his aunt and uncle had treated him as one
of their own children, and his cousins had welcomed him as a
brother. The fact that his skin was much
face so unlike any he’d seen before, would have the pleasure, sent
a heaviness into his abdomen.
“You won’t lose me,” Trenton promised. For
now, he wanted to reassure her and wipe the worry from her brow.
“I’ll always be here.” He pulled her into a hug. More for him than
for her. He held on tight, her soft body molding into the harder
planes of his.
He’d said the right words, but deep down, he
knew it was the beginning of the end, and his stomach tangled up
into knots. Foreign knots. Knots he’d never experienced before.
She would never lose him. But he knew without
a doubt…that he was losing her.
Chapter Eight
Trenton set down his pen and
rubbed his eyes. He hadn’t taken a break since he arrived at work
this morning, and it was now time for lunch. He was so hungry he
felt as if his stomach had turned on itself.
As the senior vice president of sales and
marketing, Trenton’s office was located on the executive floor of
the Johnson Enterprises building, the seat of his family’s
multibillion-dollar beer and restaurant empire. Decorated with dark
wood and leather furniture, the decor and dim lighting had prompted
his sister, Ivy, to tease that his office felt more like the VIP
room of a club or an exclusive lounge. Exactly the ambience he’d
wanted.
When people passed through the door for
business, he wanted them to transition into a relaxed state. Doing
so put him at a mild advantage and undoubtedly had aided him in
negotiating lucrative contracts for the family’s lines of beer.
Trenton exited his office and stopped at his
executive assistant’s desk. Diana, a plus-size sister with a short
natural and ass and breasts for days, sat at her computer, reading
an email that looked more like a dissertation. No doubt another
message from Dave, a sales rep who had lots of ideas for
improvements. While Trenton appreciated the suggestions, the young
man needed a lesson or two on how to not be so verbose.
“I’m going to lunch with Ivy,” he said.
Diana looked up from the screen. “Don’t
forget your two o’clock staff meeting about the festival.”
Johnson Brewing Company, also known as JBC,
dispatched reps to the various festivals around the country and the
world, but Trenton never missed the Great American Beer Festival,
the Oscars for beer makers in the United States.
JBC employed some of the best brewmasters in
the industry, so they always brought home awards, but last year
they’d won a silver medal in the specialty beer category, where the
smaller craft breweries dominated. Having a commercial outfit of
their size take home second place had been an unheard of
accomplishment. This year they wanted a gold medallion to place on
the wall.
“I thought we pushed the meeting back,”
Trenton said.
Diana shook her head. “We couldn’t because
the conference call with the Chinese reps was moved up to
coordinate with the translators’ schedules.”
“Oh yeah.” Trenton checked his watch. He and
Ivy would barely have an hour for lunch, which meant they shouldn’t
leave the premises. “In that case, would you call downstairs to The
Brew Pub and tell them to reserve a booth for me and my sister?” As
he walked away, Diana was already picking up the phone to make the
arrangements.
Trenton strolled down the hallway to Ivy’s
office, the executive floor quiet, since half of the staff had
already left for lunch. Awards and framed articles about the
company’s accomplishments in the beer and restaurant industry hung
on the walls.
He passed by the empty desk where Ivy’s
assistant normally sat, knocked twice on the office door, and
entered. “Ready to go?”
His “sister” was actually his cousin. Trenton
had been brought into the family as a child, after his parents
died. From the beginning, his aunt and uncle had treated him as one
of their own children, and his cousins had welcomed him as a
brother. The fact that his skin was much
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