Dinner with Mr Gelintine

In contrast to yesterday, I was dressed in a body hugging red v-neck gown. ' They say red is the colour of seduction.' I intentionally wore a smaller sized bra so that my cleavage would be well enunciated through my dress, in a passively decent way.

I showed up earlier at his hotel restau. I made sure my make-up was on point as I wore my hair in free waves. I knew I was pretty… my mirror never lies.

"Good evening Mr Gelintine." I stood up hastily as soon as he approached and extended my hand as a bright smile spread across my face.

"Good morning Miss Claire."

He took my hand and kissed the back. I could see him checking me out, with his eyes lingering longer on my chest. I guess the red dress worked. Unlike yesterday where he wouldn't even look me in the eye, here he was today, being all polite and gentlemanly. 'All man are fuck'in the same.' I cursed inwardly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your tight schedule Sir, and I understand that you were in a rush yesterday and did not get to properly go over the contract. But, no need to worry, give me just two minutes and I'll detail everything on this paper for you… sir." I said in one goal without catching my breath.

"Ok… convince me." He took his seat.

Unlike him, I remain bent over the table, pretending to rearrange the papers that weren't even disarranged in the first place. I kept on rambling shit, his mind was somewhere else… on my boobs ofcourse. I made sure to give him the perfect view.

"That's it, Sir. It's a win-win for both companies." I ended with a smile, taking my seat gracefully.

I curved my back, sitting upright and intentionally pushing my chest upwards. I wish I had the guts to stretch forward my leg and massage his crotch like women in movies always do.

My plan actually, was to get him to want me, to initiate it rather than being too confident only to be rejected and humiliated in the end.

I could swear he heard nothing from everything I just said, because he just stared at me without saying a word.

"I bet you are tired Sir, how about we go upstairs to your room and you can relax and sign the papers?" I took the opportunity. He did not smile or frown, I bet he was trying hard to keep up a professional business countenance. ' I'll break that barrier soon.' I swore mentally, with determination.

"Of course I'm extremely exhausted, I can barely focus on anything now." He chuckled pretentiously.

I didn't not see his secretary around, unlike yesterday, there was a whole entourage trailing him.

I smiled.

"I could give you a massage too, I'm good at massages."

I decided to use the same trick Paul from the bachelor party guys used on me.

"Oh My! That'll be great. I'll appreciate it alot." I saw a light beam in his eyes as he licked his lips.

"Come on up." He said jovially.

Mr August Gelintine wasn't an old man though, he was probably in his mid thirties and Damn, he was looking fine in his own way. I was just surprised that it took me just effortless minutes to get him to invite me to his room.

I literally only dressed up. It was just a normal casual evening knee length gown with a short slit at the back.

I have no idea why he did not ask me any questions about Alex or the company or anything related to business, I guess he just wanted my body but I was too blind the first time to notice.

Of Course they were the rich guns, occupying the penthouse obviously.

I only got to enjoy that luxury when I traveled with Alex. Well at least, I got to lounge at a decent hotel too.

Alex treated me like a queen, no doubt about that, but I want to be my queen. After all I've helped him build his business empire over the years, I just needed the reward I deserve.

I poured a considerable amount of essential oil on my palms, sat by the bed and began gradually massaging his shoulders.

I had intentionally folded up my gown a little, exposing my succulent tights. He shot his eyes over my exposed body for a sec, before turning his head to face the opposite side of the room like a gentleman.

He laid with his chest on the bed, half naked with only his boxers on.

I couldn't help but drool over his hard well-defined muscles, I just hoped he had a great dick too.

I must confess that he wasn't that built like Alex, but he wasn't chubby either. He was still attractive, attractive enough to get me wet as my hand traveled slowly along his spine down to his lower back.

"You are so good at this, do you know that?" He turned and faced me, whispering with a smile.

I smiled back at him and pretended to blush, but filled with confidence. "I worked as a masseuse for a couple of weeks when I was sixteen."

I added the oil on my hand. I took my action below the seams of his boxers, massaging his tights, just below his butt.

"You sure are a fast learner." He added.

"That's how I got my job." I said proudly.

"No doubt about it. You are the persistent type, we Should share a drink after this." He suggested.

"I'm afraid, I'll have to decline sir." I took my hands lower, making sure to massage each leg with the same attention and bringing them back to his tights. He had great skin, well, as expected of a billionaire. He had all the money to make sure he looked the way he wanted.

"Why not, are you scared of getting drunk?" He pressed on.

I giggled.

"Hmm, just a drink wouldn't get you drunk, would it?"

"Probably not sir."

"So what are you scared of?"

He raised himself on one elbow as he turned to face me.

"When I drink…." I traced my finger tips from the back of his legs up to his tight, drawing invisible circles on his skin, biting my lip as I let my faux lashes fan my cheeks.

"You misbehave?" He asked in a deep voice.

"No sir, My legs, open."