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discuss the agreement, Dani. We will. But, it won’t be tonight.”
I shook my head and let loose with a prolonged exhale. I couldn’t believe it.
“Okay, you know what…” I began, moving towards the hallway and making sure my first step was wide enough to avoid him. “Fine.”
Before I could make it through the doorway, he grabbed my arm. I snapped my head back towards Marco, glaring at him. I tugged my arm against the restraint of his grip.
“What?” I snarled.
The tension in his grip relaxed, as did his expression.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Dani,” he said. In the softest tone he’d used with me yet, he continued, “Thank you for coming with me tonight.”
Afterward, he leaned in, kissed me again and then backed away. His double talk and mood swings kept me off balance. I chewed the inside of my lip, feeling like I should demand he keep his promise. Yet, I found his flattery… I don't know, charming? While those thoughts rolled around in my head, Marco spoke again.
“I’ll be in touch, Dani. My driver will take you back to your hotel.”
I nodded and turned to leave, deciding that instead of fighting with him, I’d be better off leaving the door open to continue discussions about his estate for another time. I didn’t like having to do it but I really felt like I didn't have much choice.
“All right, Marco. Well, thank you for tonight.”
We said our goodbyes and moments later, I entered the elevator to head back down to the waiting limousine. What the hell was happening to me? My thoughts swung back and forth, like an ominous pendulum in my mind. One second, he made me feel glamorous, beautiful and desired. In the very next, I felt like… a prostitute.
Which was it?
DANI
After a long night filled with little sleep and even more questions about Marco, I dragged myself downstairs to the hotel restaurant the next morning. Bernard and Leopold were scheduled to go back to New York later that day, and before leaving they wanted to get an update from me about the progress of my dealings with Marco.
Feeling scatterbrained, I’d somehow lost track of time and showed up to meet them more than twenty minutes late. They sat at the far end of the restaurant, hunched over the table talking to one another in a booth in the corner. A few moments later I walked up to the table. They stopped talking, looking up at me.
“Long night?” Bernard began, snapping his arm at the wrist and flashing his watch.
Leopold eased out of the booth and gestured for me to sit between them.
Sliding in, I nodded and looked at Bernard. “Sorry about that. I’m still not sleeping well. It must be the jet lag or something.”
Bernard narrowed his eyes at me.
“Mmm, hmm.”
At this point, I had enough experience working for both of them to know they would have little interest, as in zero , in the romantic elements of my involvement with Marco. Bernard and Leopold were ‘bottom line' types of guys. This was one of those occasions when I was grateful for it. On the other hand, it meant I had a lot of questions to answer about the agreement, or lack of one, and they wasted no time getting started. Leopold eased back into the booth, causing the glossy leather of the seat to groan beneath him.
“Well, Dani,” he began, arching an eyebrow at me. “I think we all know why we’re here. Bernard and I are in a bit of a time crunch, so please feel free to begin.”
I straightened my posture, pressing my shoulders into the booth behind me and interlocking my fingers on top of the table before starting. I spent the next fifteen minutes or so recapping all of the previous evening. Obviously, I left out the most compromising aspects of it. I did my best to spin the results in the benefit of myself and the firm but I was under no illusion Bernard and Leopold would be happy with the lack of a signed deal.
Once I finished, the two of them looked at one another briefly. Bernard spoke first.
“Dani, I have to say, and I
I shook my head and let loose with a prolonged exhale. I couldn’t believe it.
“Okay, you know what…” I began, moving towards the hallway and making sure my first step was wide enough to avoid him. “Fine.”
Before I could make it through the doorway, he grabbed my arm. I snapped my head back towards Marco, glaring at him. I tugged my arm against the restraint of his grip.
“What?” I snarled.
The tension in his grip relaxed, as did his expression.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Dani,” he said. In the softest tone he’d used with me yet, he continued, “Thank you for coming with me tonight.”
Afterward, he leaned in, kissed me again and then backed away. His double talk and mood swings kept me off balance. I chewed the inside of my lip, feeling like I should demand he keep his promise. Yet, I found his flattery… I don't know, charming? While those thoughts rolled around in my head, Marco spoke again.
“I’ll be in touch, Dani. My driver will take you back to your hotel.”
I nodded and turned to leave, deciding that instead of fighting with him, I’d be better off leaving the door open to continue discussions about his estate for another time. I didn’t like having to do it but I really felt like I didn't have much choice.
“All right, Marco. Well, thank you for tonight.”
We said our goodbyes and moments later, I entered the elevator to head back down to the waiting limousine. What the hell was happening to me? My thoughts swung back and forth, like an ominous pendulum in my mind. One second, he made me feel glamorous, beautiful and desired. In the very next, I felt like… a prostitute.
Which was it?
DANI
After a long night filled with little sleep and even more questions about Marco, I dragged myself downstairs to the hotel restaurant the next morning. Bernard and Leopold were scheduled to go back to New York later that day, and before leaving they wanted to get an update from me about the progress of my dealings with Marco.
Feeling scatterbrained, I’d somehow lost track of time and showed up to meet them more than twenty minutes late. They sat at the far end of the restaurant, hunched over the table talking to one another in a booth in the corner. A few moments later I walked up to the table. They stopped talking, looking up at me.
“Long night?” Bernard began, snapping his arm at the wrist and flashing his watch.
Leopold eased out of the booth and gestured for me to sit between them.
Sliding in, I nodded and looked at Bernard. “Sorry about that. I’m still not sleeping well. It must be the jet lag or something.”
Bernard narrowed his eyes at me.
“Mmm, hmm.”
At this point, I had enough experience working for both of them to know they would have little interest, as in zero , in the romantic elements of my involvement with Marco. Bernard and Leopold were ‘bottom line' types of guys. This was one of those occasions when I was grateful for it. On the other hand, it meant I had a lot of questions to answer about the agreement, or lack of one, and they wasted no time getting started. Leopold eased back into the booth, causing the glossy leather of the seat to groan beneath him.
“Well, Dani,” he began, arching an eyebrow at me. “I think we all know why we’re here. Bernard and I are in a bit of a time crunch, so please feel free to begin.”
I straightened my posture, pressing my shoulders into the booth behind me and interlocking my fingers on top of the table before starting. I spent the next fifteen minutes or so recapping all of the previous evening. Obviously, I left out the most compromising aspects of it. I did my best to spin the results in the benefit of myself and the firm but I was under no illusion Bernard and Leopold would be happy with the lack of a signed deal.
Once I finished, the two of them looked at one another briefly. Bernard spoke first.
“Dani, I have to say, and I
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