Chapter 14
Usually Margaret's restaurant was filled with the crème de la crème of society. Luncheons held here were something close to an entire economy. News reporters and paparazzi swarmed the entrance like flies following a foul smell. Celebrities and politicians frequented this restaurant. Not everyone knew but it was a well established brothel with cowgirls and eunuchs to serve the sex market. This was part of how she minted her millions; primarily running a sex trafficking agency. She had to pay 'tax' nonetheless. Otherwise she would have been rotting in prison for a known offense. It was a sink or swim situation, a double edged sword that cut both ways, to either be prey or predator. She wasn't going to be preyed upon by working ungodly hours and get underpaid. Her days were running out and she had to live her dreams. She understood leverage, multiplying her streams of income by having scores of girls and boys who had no choice but to sell their souls to her; the dominatrix.
Jacob was still blind to this side of her. He thought her money was clean in every way. He had his own plans in case he had no hope left. He would sell drunks without a doubt. Everyone seemed to get away with it somehow. What would make him so different? Yet he somehow managed to reign in his appetite for risk. The thought of the filthy prisons made him work the rat race with love even. His life was simple, his taste expensive and his income average. Jacob definitely felt out of place sitting in this high end restaurant. This was now the third time in a month he was here. Twice as much times as he could afford being here. His wardrobe choice would have anyone mistake him for a wall street baller. A frequent guest of the establishment. He was a well kept gentleman.
'The hell are you doing in my restaurant!' She daggered him with her spite. A mixture of surprise and resentment because she couldn't afford being seen with a nobody on the tabloids. She knew herself very well. Anytime they were together, he had this effect on her. He turned her into a teenager who was overwhelmed by all these strange emotions. Her body craving to be in touch with his
'I can't stop thinking about you Margaret...' He admitted to what seemed to be an impossible fit to pull.
'Ssshhhh....' She shushed, grabbing him by the wrist and leading him toward a different room. Once again Jacob's eyes were fixated on how her waist moved. He spanked her along the corridor after prying around and making sure that no one was in the vicinity. The way he made her feel led her to falling in love with the adoration he showered; her lust was reciprocated with his lust. She stopped at the sound of his palm against her ass.
'What...,'Jacob acted surprised, just to tease her.
'Well, people will know...' She let him inside her office and shut the door behind them, leaning against the door. Blushing away as he moved closer to her.
'So we really are an item.' He imposed proudly. Acknowledging how much she liked their bond
Her gut shouted to her consciousness,'yeeeessss',but logic reigned. Careful of how every of her move could affect her personal life and business. She didn't want to engage a liability for a boyfriend. Wanting to be associated with assets through and through, her circles had to add to her life in one way or another
'You need to leave!' Her stern voice commanded.
'I need to touch this spot right here,' he tenderly scratched her inner thighs past the short mini skirt, his face breathing into her neck. Her breaths getting heavier, eyes shutting as she bit her lower lip.
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She'd invited him to her office for discretion's sake.
'Folks would have busted you and I at the table earlier on you know!' She snapped, pushing him away as she walked toward the mahogany desk by the window that overlooked Nairobi city.
'As I'd said ,I'd be heading to your house to see you right after work but by an omen;A BAD ONE; I couldn't stop my feet from walking in here.'He confessed.It got under her skin. So in the heat of her beginning to scold him,he'd rescued the sinking ship just in the nick of time.
' you look good by the way... that dress hugs you just right boss lady.' She was fitted on the desk facing him as he paced toward her. He spread her legs and got so close their noses touched. She responded by bringing closer with her astride legs. They kissed. She started unbuckling his belt as he reached out to her waist and pulled her panties down.