Colateral Exchange

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<Everly's Point Of View>

His warm breath fanned my face, as he leaned closer to capture my lips with his. Leaning a bit closer to his pull, our lips connected softly. He nipped my bottom lip slightly, causing my back to arch, brushing my nipples on his chest. He groaned loudly. His arms wrapped around my waist, drawing me even closer to his warmth if that was possible. Pleasurable tingles tickled my lady parts, causing me to moan.

I could feel him smirking into the kiss, satisfied that he could arise such a response out of me. His tongue invading my mouth; our tongues engaged in wrestling. My good leg wrapped around his waist, allowing me to easily grind our cores together. Pulling away from him for just a second, my breath bated, I looked him in his eyes.

His green orbs were a shade darker, and the amount of lust he had in his eyes for me made my stomach flip. But I couldn't do this. It wasn't right. Patting his chest, I pushed him off of me and straightened my clothing. A look of confusion crossed his face as he stumbled back a few steps.

"Vincenio, I really, really enjoyed that, but I can't. You're not tested, and I can't christenize my office," I told him. He nodded his head. "Once I get the contract made, then we could do anything and everything you'd like in the appropriate place of course." A smile broke out upon his face.

"Bella, I walk you out?" He asked, already grabbing my sweater and slipping it over my head. I saw him grab at his crotch, adjusting the rod within his shorts. He caught me looking and sent me a gentle smile. He then grabbed my purse, and crutches, handing them to me. "May I have pleasure to carry you?" He asked sweetly. I giggled a bit, then shook my head. I was no skinny girl. He couldn't possily carry me, and my heavy cast all the way to my private parking garage, could he? Besides, he's already done so much for me. I don't need him doing anything else.

"You're so sweet Vinny, but I got it," I said, reaching out for my crutches. Vincenio handed them to me, but insisted on carrying my bags for me.

****

The next day I was back in action. No distractions because today was a big day. I had two major meetings. One with Mr. Green of course, and another with a lawyer willing to write a contract for our exchange. I felt a bit bad about what went down with Terrance, but if I kept running back to him, he would think that it was okay to burst like that.

It was strange not to talk to him because we usually talked to each other everyday. I guess I would have to play the waiting game, and get used to the fact that we probably weren't on speaking terms and wouldnt be anytime soon.

"Ms. Finley," my personal assistant said as he knocked on my door. I smoothed the navy blue dress I decided to wear today, and allowed him access into my office.

"What is it Gerald," I said quickly, checking my make-up in the mirror. I had no ide- actually I did. I was so nervous to see Evan again in my new body. I wasn't so weak and brainwashed anymore, and I definitely was stronger emotionallly. I guess I was just nervous of what he would say or think.

He had always made it point to voice his nasty opinions to me each day. I was never sure if it was intentional, but either way it hurt. I changed more for myself then him. He wanted a size five model that just sat at home all day, waiting on him hand and foot, and that just wasn't me. At least not anymore.

I wanted to work. I wanted plans for my future and to have something to fall back on. I didn't like staying at home. When I was alone, it allowed me to sift through my thoughts, which triggered my depression. "Your eleven o' clock is here. He's in conference room A. Shall I gather some refreshments?" he asked, readying his notebook, and pushing his glasses further upon his face

A wicked laugh resounded in my brain as I thought about starving Evan. Then I thought about the reputation that my company would get if I didn't treat him with the upmost respect. Though it was very hard.

Turning away from the mirror, I grabbed my crutches, and made my way toward the door. "Go ahead," I told him, before leaving.

****

Walking, rather hobbling into the conference room, I felt the tension rise. It was thick. Evan was faced away from me, his wide shoulders filling out the top of his suit so perfec-- Get a hold of yourself damnit! If anything, you have sexy italian eye candy that you could do more than just stare at! Focus. But it was hard being that Evan was my first with everything.

The click of the closing door brought him to, and he turned around.

Golden blonde dreds framed his angelic face, and his grey eyes seem to brighten when we made eye contact. Almost immediately, he sauntered over to offer his help.

"Here let me," he said while trying to grasp my crutches. I quickly snatched them from his grip, and set them next to the chair at the head of the table.

"I dont need your help," I gritted out my clenched teeth. He raised his hands in surrender, and slowly backed away from me. As I was laying out all of the papers, I could see him looking me up and down from the corner of my eye.

"Do you see something you like Mr. Green? I hope that it is only my company," I taunted before sitting down, a bit out of breath. Struggling around with one good leg was tiring.

Evan sat a few seats from me to my right. He shook out his suit jacket before removing it, and hanging it behind the leather chair.

His pressed grey shirt highlighted his eyes, and added depth to his facial features.

"Now, I understand that you are interested in my company," I leaned back, and carefully laced my hands in serious business mode. "Please, explain your reasoning." Swiveling back and forth as I usually did when I handled buisness, I glared at him.

He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. "Well, It has come to my understanding that your buisness has prospered into something I didn't realize it could be," he began nervously. I rose an eyebrow in warning for him not to insult me.

"Honestly, I wanted to see you Ev. It's been too long," he muttered, placing his head in his hands.

I laughed quite loudly at this revelation, and stopped my chair from moving before leaning forward on the glass table before me.

"Mr. Green, I am a busy woman. I have no time to play games," I told him. "What? Did that Anny girl leave you? Does your father need more of my money? What is the meaning behind this?" I asked, because deep down, I really wanted to know.

Evan sighed heavily, before loosening his tie. "I have told you before. I wanted to see you. Lately, its like I cant get yo--"

"Mrs. Finley?" Gerald asked, his head poked in to the room. His glasses slid down his face slighty.

"Gerald, what is it? I thought I told you I had a meeting today and not to disturb me?" I snapped bitterly. I didnt mean to unleash my anger on him, but I didnt want to be rude to the 'client'.

"I know, and I apologize. There is a Mr. Sandrigo outside, and he claims that his visitation is important. I tried to tell him that you are busy, but he isnt having it," Gerald explained to me all in one breath.

I sighed heavily, and raked a hand through my hair. "Send him in," I groaned, beyond fed up at this point.

I couldn't get mad at Vincenio because I never told him that I was doing important things in the office today. He probably assumed that I wasnt working to hard because of the accident.

Evan looked at me wide-eyed. I could see the curiosity bubbling at the surface at the mention of Vincenio's name.

"Listen Mr. Green, I can't do this. We are over, and have been over. Stop trying to bring up the past. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have actual buisness to care for." With that, I got up, and made my way to my office.

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