Leaning back in his seat, he assessed me with his dark eyes, face stoic except for the small amused smile that played across his shaped lips. His un-frowning face didn't ease my nerves, it heightened them to a peak higher than I'd experienced before. His smile promised danger, dangerous darkness and activities that made me shiver with anticipation that didn't go unnoticed by his careful eyes. I shifted in my seat, cautious to avoid the enthralling voids he calls eyes, shifting my own around like a fly buzzing 'round the room. He lights a cigarette, the familiar smell filling my chest with its strong aroma, lids rimmed as he blows the smoke in my direction. The man coughed, flicking the cigarette down into an ashtray as he let out an annoyed huff my way. "Jesus you're like a 'fuckin dog," He spit it out harshly between a new stick as he anxiously lit the lighter, his thumb fumbling with the small device. "Can't look me in the damn eyes, head bouncing to the slightest damn noise, a damn dog you are." I pinch my lips, clear distaste written across my face as I sit up straighter in my seat. His annoying "twang" aggravated my ears more than squealing tires, and the smell of him was worse than burning rubber. In my head I named him Ash, I wasn't sure if the nickname stemmed from the scent that wafted from him, or his hair, which was a faded out blonde that was close to a natural ashy color.
I jumped as he slammed the lighter down, the cigarette falling from his teeth and landing in the middle of his crotch. I shifted again, finding a position where I could comfortably cross my legs, knowing the long things raised the hair on the back of most men's necks. He was no exception, his dark eyes landed on my creamy colored skin, the dress I'd worn hiked up to reveal a small portion of my thighs. Skin heated from where his eyes landed, I clenched my jaw as he lingered on my legs before slowly turning his head away from me, the cigarette a forgotten object in his lap. I eased my shoulders back into the chair I sat, eyeing him carefully as he pulled out a stack of paper that he had stuffed behind his back. Ash put one of the many papers on the table between us, clicking a pen annoyingly loud as he watched me for a reaction. I raised a brow, flickering between him and the papers as I uncrossed my legs to lean forward towards the table. Ash took my hand, placing the pen in my palm before closing my fingers around it. "What do you want the most, Ms. Michaels?" He toyed with the strands of my hair he could reach before he moved back to where he had originally been, his eyes never leaving me as I fiddled with the pen in my hands quietly.
"Power," he didn't seem shocked with the answer, he must have been used to this response from multiple other people he had met with before. My suspicions were confirmed after he rolled his eyes dramatically.
"You and everyone else," Ash quipped, his hand running across his face in aggravation as he breathes out noisily before staring at me again. "What makes you, Ms. Michaels, so much more different than the rest?" He meant it rhetorically, but I saw it as a challenge, one I would never deny.
I let my legs part from the closed position that had been in, allowing him a small peek at what resided between them and what the small black dress covered. His eyes switched from my face to somewhere lower, and I could hear him gulp from here. "I'm going to own this place," I whispered to him, sliding my finger down the soft flesh of my thigh. "And then I'm going to own the other ten in this state, then the five in the next, and so on and so on." I hear him hum, showing that his distraction with me has not kept his ears from hearing. I continue, "It's going to happen, whether it's you who helps me sign the papers, or if it's the girl in the office below you."
I stood, Ash moved his head to look at me as I walked over to him, grabbing the paper as I stand before him, him scanning my body hungrily as I hand him the pen. He was to easy, he was like every other male that stumbled across high positions, idiotic and horny anytime a female was in their presence. I let my fingers brush his legs, grabbing the cigarette from his pant and placing it in his slight agape mouth, switching the cigarette with the paper I had in my grip, my nails scratching the bottom of his lips as I trail my hands to find the lighter. I light the cigarette without fail, lighting the end of the stick before I move back to my chair and sitting, this time with legs crossed and modesty.
Ash took the cigarette out of his mouth, letting a small amount of smoke tease the air as he watched me for a long moment. He placed the paper on his knee, balancing it before signing the paper and quickly pressing it down between us. "I think I would love to learn more about you and your idea of power," He said ruggedly, his hands flying to the band of his waist, cocking an eyebrow at me as he pulled the hem of his shirt out of his pants that had been previously tucked.
I smiled, watching him undress himself before me. For me.
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