Five Days of Perpetual Night

Chapter 4

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Tuesday, June 7, 2011 Early afternoon

I leave the conference room feeling dominant. There is a wicked smile on my face and I can't help but feel like things are falling into place. I already had Andrea send the Letter of Intent to the SIP heads. Ros is awaiting acknowledgment that the letters have been received.

I review my missed messages, knowing that I should receive one from Sawyer. I locate his and open it:

13:05 Subject heads to coffee shop.

No food purchased. Only soda.

Returns to SIP 13:09

Sawyer

Again, she is not eating. I really want her to eat, but I cannot control this. I am powerless to control anything having to do with Ana at the moment—aside from her safety. It is a helpless feeling; a bitter pill that I cannot swallow with ease. I close my eyes and shake my head slowly; willing her with all my might that she hear my silent pleas for her to eat.

Amid reviewing the Purchase of Business Agreement and other contract details that my lawyers had written up for the SIP takeover, Andrea buzzes my intercom. “Mr. Grey, Mrs. Elena Lincoln is here to see you.” I sigh and look at my appointments. She is not scheduled in for any meeting today. I know that I have silent partnership in the salons, but any meetings with that business I usually conduct at her main salon. I dislike the intrusion, but I am curious for the reason of her visit. I advise for Andrea to show Elena in. Andrea nods and closes the door behind her as she exits.

Elena traipses across my office, wearing a large smile and a trench coat. It is early June and I am taken aback to why she has a long jacket on such a nice day. “Christian,” she purrs and bites her lower lip, “I was in the neighbourhood and I thought I'd stop by.” She glances at the papers across the desk as she leans to sit on the edge of my desk. She picks up my glider model from its stand and haphazardly sets it on a bookshelf. I give her a glare and gather my papers; sweeping them into a pile. I take the papers and insert them into a drawer. I state slowly, “What is it I can do for you?” I am wary because I have a bad feeling about this visit. She kicks her bent knee forward and through the slit in the coat I see a bare thigh peeking through above her high black leather boots. She catches my glance and smiles her wicked grin. I know this wicked grin on an all too intimate level.

Elena takes her hands and with impressive dexterity, starts unbuttoning her trench coat. She pulls the sash and reveals underneath a black vinyl bustier and matching panties. She is also wearing garters attached with little skull buttons with tiny pink bows to her black silk stockings. She is leaning over me, taking two fingers to complete a slow and sensuous walk starting and from my wrist and stopping at my cheek. I am incredulous. I push back in my chair and allow her to see the shock and mortification in my face. “Elena, I think you should stop now to avoid any further embarrassment.” I state as calmly as I can. I am slightly repulsed and I really am starting to wish that I had not allowed her into my office. I scrunch my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. I grasp at any words I can say to make this awkward situation any less painful. “I am flattered, to say the least. But please, it cannot be this way. You know that what we had is in the past—and has been for a long time, and that your visit is inappropriate.” I wave my hand in the direction of her body, indicating her attire as well as her intention.