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thought hard, realizing that Sully wouldn’t just leave her alone as she had first hoped. “How about…my office?”
Sully rolled his eyes. It definitely was not what he had in mind, but he’d talk to her anyway that he could. “Fine.” Raising his arm, he hailed the driver of a black Lincoln town car. Quickly, it pulled up beside them on the curb and a driver popped out. Sully stopped the man with a wave of his hand. “I’ll get the door.”
“Yes, sir,” the man said, quickly getting back i n side.
“You’re a spoiled little rich kid. You know that?” she said as he opened the door for her.
“Can you please insult me from inside the car?” Sully asked, clenching his jaw. She knew that he hated when people accused him of that, and it was just like her to say it now.
Quietly, she ducked into the car and allowed him to close the door.
***
The 51 st floor of Gustavo office building was co m pletely empty when Sully and Charlie arrived. Sto p ping at the marble receptionist desk to look through a few pieces of mail left behind on the counter, Charlie watched Sully look around at the beautiful artwork displayed on the wall. He had always had a true appreciation for the arts, specifically the post-impressionist era. And these paintings helped soothed him now, gave him calm before the storm. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed a bit, grateful for the small blessing.
Covertly, she followed him out of the corner of her eye as he made his way around the oval shaped common area with his hands in his pockets and his eyes committing every painting to memory.
“Impressive,” he finally said, turning back to her. “As much money as we’ve donated in the past and as much as I talk about the organization, I’ve never been to your headquarters. It’s very eclectic.”
“Same thing I thought,” Charlie said, raising her brows. “My office is this way. We can talk in there or in the conference room.”
Sully thought the conference room was far too i n formal. “Your office is fine,” he said, following her through the dark hallway. She hit the lights on the side and the elaborate corridor lit up. There were even more paintings for him to ogle at as he walked. He did so appreciatively.
Walking a few feet behind her, he watched her body sway with every step. Over the years, she had put on a few pounds in places that made his blood boil with desire. Small waist, wide hips, thick thighs that he bet were firm, large calves, small ankles, and he was certain that she had kept her beautiful feet up over the years. He realized as he took her in like the paintings that he had just feasted upon, that he still wanted her, not just in a sexual manner but deep in companionship.
Charlie pushed the door open and held it for him to move past her. “Want something to drink?” she asked as he sat down in the seat across from her oak credenza.
“No, I’m fine. Just…” he pointed at the chair b e side him. “Come sit down with me, will you?” His voice was light now, persuasive but smooth.
Charlie closed the door behind her and slowly walked over to the seat. She had tried to process what he had said in the restaurant on the ride over, but it was impossible. His request was so bazaar, so out of character until she was left baffled.
When she sat down, he turned his seat towards her and cleared his throat. A nervous smile preceded his shaky intro and for the first time in their existence, Charlie saw uncertainty in his eyes. “First of all, thanks for even given me the chance to explain myself. You didn’t have to do this,” he said, leaning towards her in his chair.
“Sully, let’s get down to it, okay…” Charlie took a deep breath. “What would make you even think of me for something like this?”
“Oh, I didn’t come to this decision to ask you something so unorthodox lightly. You have to know that. It’s been a long road to reach
Sully rolled his eyes. It definitely was not what he had in mind, but he’d talk to her anyway that he could. “Fine.” Raising his arm, he hailed the driver of a black Lincoln town car. Quickly, it pulled up beside them on the curb and a driver popped out. Sully stopped the man with a wave of his hand. “I’ll get the door.”
“Yes, sir,” the man said, quickly getting back i n side.
“You’re a spoiled little rich kid. You know that?” she said as he opened the door for her.
“Can you please insult me from inside the car?” Sully asked, clenching his jaw. She knew that he hated when people accused him of that, and it was just like her to say it now.
Quietly, she ducked into the car and allowed him to close the door.
***
The 51 st floor of Gustavo office building was co m pletely empty when Sully and Charlie arrived. Sto p ping at the marble receptionist desk to look through a few pieces of mail left behind on the counter, Charlie watched Sully look around at the beautiful artwork displayed on the wall. He had always had a true appreciation for the arts, specifically the post-impressionist era. And these paintings helped soothed him now, gave him calm before the storm. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed a bit, grateful for the small blessing.
Covertly, she followed him out of the corner of her eye as he made his way around the oval shaped common area with his hands in his pockets and his eyes committing every painting to memory.
“Impressive,” he finally said, turning back to her. “As much money as we’ve donated in the past and as much as I talk about the organization, I’ve never been to your headquarters. It’s very eclectic.”
“Same thing I thought,” Charlie said, raising her brows. “My office is this way. We can talk in there or in the conference room.”
Sully thought the conference room was far too i n formal. “Your office is fine,” he said, following her through the dark hallway. She hit the lights on the side and the elaborate corridor lit up. There were even more paintings for him to ogle at as he walked. He did so appreciatively.
Walking a few feet behind her, he watched her body sway with every step. Over the years, she had put on a few pounds in places that made his blood boil with desire. Small waist, wide hips, thick thighs that he bet were firm, large calves, small ankles, and he was certain that she had kept her beautiful feet up over the years. He realized as he took her in like the paintings that he had just feasted upon, that he still wanted her, not just in a sexual manner but deep in companionship.
Charlie pushed the door open and held it for him to move past her. “Want something to drink?” she asked as he sat down in the seat across from her oak credenza.
“No, I’m fine. Just…” he pointed at the chair b e side him. “Come sit down with me, will you?” His voice was light now, persuasive but smooth.
Charlie closed the door behind her and slowly walked over to the seat. She had tried to process what he had said in the restaurant on the ride over, but it was impossible. His request was so bazaar, so out of character until she was left baffled.
When she sat down, he turned his seat towards her and cleared his throat. A nervous smile preceded his shaky intro and for the first time in their existence, Charlie saw uncertainty in his eyes. “First of all, thanks for even given me the chance to explain myself. You didn’t have to do this,” he said, leaning towards her in his chair.
“Sully, let’s get down to it, okay…” Charlie took a deep breath. “What would make you even think of me for something like this?”
“Oh, I didn’t come to this decision to ask you something so unorthodox lightly. You have to know that. It’s been a long road to reach
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