King's Orders

Chapter Eight

This summer was going to be a scorcher you could tell. It was only the 1st day in May, but It was already 85 degrees, and everybody and their mama was outside wearing skimpy clothes. You'd spent almost an hour trying to find the right outfit. What exactly did you wear to sell your soul and body to the devil? Okay maybe the devil was a little extreme, but you sure as hell were selling your soul and body. You couldn't decide, jeans, a dress, shorts, a romper, nothing? You didn't know. You finally settled on something cute. It took you an additional 2 hours to get here, you kept turning back and talking yourself in and out of it. Just when you were resolved to do it you reminded yourself of yet another reason why you shouldn't. Things like your pride, your ego, your dignity, your conscience, your morals, your beliefs, your this your that.

When you were standing in front of the building, it was then you understood the saying "Until you're in the situation you never know what you'll do.". 4 months ago you would have kicked him in the nuts and gone to the cops never once considering his offer. Now, you still had yet to call the police and you were having ideas and dreams about doing something entirely different to his nuts than kick them; fondle, lick hell even suck but kicking was no longer on the list.

"It's no big deal, Leila. It's just sex. You've had sex before. It's easy. Not a big deal," you said to yourself in hopes of keeping your mind from changing and stopping you from running out of the conference room you'd been brought to with your hands flailing in the air. You felt a little panic rise and began to pace the vast room. You went from side to side pacing in front of the floor to ceiling window that separated the conference room to the rest of the office. You were grateful the blinds were drawn, and you had some privacy to have your mini panic attack. You practiced your breathing and tried to focus on one thing that was calming. This was a technique you learned in an anger management class. You went hoping to get a grasp on your temper before it became a problem and you killed someone. It minimally helped. After a few short minutes, you opened your eyes, and you were your calm self again.

You sat at the oblong table and picked a focal point, a beautiful painting of a sunset reflecting off still river water. It seemed so lifelike. You felt as if you were really watching the sunset, and that calmed you. You took a final deep breath in and slowly released it finally able to feel that calm that had been evading you since you got here. You looked at your watch-eleven-forty-five, he'd had you waiting for thirty minutes. This man's audacity knew no bounds. Yes you hadn't spoken in three weeks, and yes you kind of ran out of here last time spewing some venomous shit and yeah you insulted him, but it really wasn't that bad and yeah you just showed up here without warning or appointment.

The door opened, and instinctively you straightened your spine. You barely heard his steps along the marble floor, but you smelled him. Your heart began to pound more forcefully. The moment you saw him from the corner of your eye you had to fight the urge to sink your teeth into your bottom lip. He looked good. He walked around the conference table to the opposite side of you.

"Ms. Moore, what an unexpected surprise." You wanted to roll your eyes and say miss me with the bullshit, but you didn't.

"Must you always keep people waiting?" You obnoxiously asked. He sat own unbuttoning the buttons of his suit jacket.

"I'm a busy man, that's why people make appointments. You did not, so you wait. Let me guess waiting is a problem for you also." He teased. You narrowed your eyes slightly, but he didn't look bothered, in fact he looked amused. You sat there in silence, neither of you speaking. You didn't want to say the words. After a few minutes he still looked amused as if he had not a care in the world.

"To what do I owe this visit?" He asked. You clenched your jaw because you knew the asshole knew.

"Don't gloat." You cautioned. He scoffed.