Unprofessional

Chapter three

Gelma didn't know what she was doing when she walked down the stage and approached one of the men. He was seated at the front row so he was quite accessible she didn't want to be walking about. She was trying to avoid the part where she would take off her lingerie. She planned on talking to the man for gim to order a private dance instead. It was better for one man to see what laid low beneath her undies than for her to be exposed to the entire room. As she went to him, she tried her best to entice him and it seemed to have been walking but not long after one of Henry's men came to her and whispered something in her ears. She had to break away from the man. She was going to have a private dance session with whom?
She went back to the dresser and wore red instead; deep red. She was told to expect more than just a private dance. It was then that all her cowering nervousness came crashing on her like waves. She was yet to be ready for the dance and now she was possibly going to get laid, ohh her virginity. She didn't want to lose that too. She woke up from her crazy thoughts and prepared herself.
Gelma was led by a huge and muscular man who remained mute so she had to follow silently to his boss's room. He opened the door for her and she stepped in. She entered looking timid, didn't even dare raise her head. She stood facing the closed door for God knows how long.
"If you keep starring at that door, I'll fuck you that way then". He growled a little irritated with her.
Her breath hitched while she stood frozen. She twirled herself in slowly till she came face to face with...God he was gorgeous and looked like an angel. But look what an angel just uttered, he was definitely the dark beauty, the devil himself. Why does he have to look so handsome? Such looks were utterly out of this world. She blinked at him. When did he come towards her, he was standing so close, she could see how perfectly shaped his face was . She wasn't going to do the description cause it was beyond human comprehension.
"I was...just getting ready". She said almost in a whisper.
He smirked and that was the devil's smirk trust me. He strolled to his huge king sized bed and sat there leisurely.
"I have been waiting for you for quite long. No one keeps me waiting but you did". He stated.
"Pardon me...
"I do not pardon my offenders young woman". He said starring at her. His scrutiny on her made her look small and his state was intimidating.
"What then do you do to them?" She asked out of curiosity.
He squinted his eyes, tilting his head to the side. "You wouldn't want to know what I do with them". He said. "You look exquisite in red".
She only starred at him without saying a word or moving.
"Hope you haven't forgotten what you are here for". He stated.
"Give me a minute". She said and rushed into his bathroom. One that no other person besides him had entered. He didn't let his whores go in but she boldly went in even without waiting for his approval. He clenched his fists. He was letting her have her way already about his space. Something he was very strict about. Even as she dashed to the bathroom, her scent still lingered. Her sweet lavender scent was woven in every corner of the room. It hot him hard. Other than that sweet fragrance, laced with it was that metallic smell, calling out to him. His gums itches like never before. He was now torn between driving her away from his crumbling self restraint or torture himself with her sweetness. He balled his hands into fists. What was going on?
Gelma locked herself in to prevent any barging in. Men could be really impatient and scary. She pondered while starring at her reflection. She was neither ready for the lap dance nor the sex. God save her.
"She remembered her mom on the hospital bed. The hurt in her brothers eyes and that gave her the courage she needed to face her dilemma." She took in a deep breath. She opened the door and walked in the room proper. He was seated with his back facing her. Atop her undies was a deep red cotton robe that made her look ethereal and elegantly sexy. She loosened the robes belt and let it loose.
"Mr...."
"Nathan Wallace". He stated.
"You should turnaround". She ordered in a sexy voice. Nathan obediently turned, the sight he met was nothing short of heavenly. He gulped. His expression was still unfathomable. His eyes were cold as they raked through her body. He watched the robe slip off her shoulders down to the floor. He clenched his fist even harder. This was the height of seduction. She cat walked towards him, and straddled him.
"I need us to corporate Mr. Wallace".
"Call me Nathan". He growled, crashing his lips on hers.