The Venture Capitalist by LaVie EnRose, L.V. Lewis Read Free Book Online

the vicinity? We can talk then. How may I help you here ?”
    Smart girl. I wouldn’t go anywhere with me either, considering how I mauled her the last time she was in my presence. She’s sending mixed signals, though, and I smile at the thought. Despite her discomfort with me showing up unannounced at her job, she takes a calming breath, closes her register and prepares to assist me as she would any other patron.
    “I need assistance selecting some gifts for a friend. First, I’d like some garter belts,” I say, trying to avoid showing just how pleased I am that I’ve disconcerted her.
    Her forehead crinkles slightly. “We have various styles. Would you like me to show them to you?”
    I give her my undivided attention and my most pleasant business-like expression. “Yes, please.”
    Her nice round ass is displayed to perfection in that suit, and I get an eyeful, timing precisely when she turns. I feign interest in a leather bustier, but then I become very interested as I realize it would look great on her—in The Grotto—which is what I named my playroom the very first time I took a submissive into it.
    “They’re over here,” she says tightly. “I thought you needed garters?” She folds her arms and taps her foot like a petulant child. A few rounds in the Grotto would certainly be beneficial to her temperament. Although, I like a submissive with spunk—one that pushes the boundaries when it’s for her own masochistic pleasure.
    There’s that telltale war raging within her again. I can see hunger in her eyes. She wants me, but she’s afraid, and that fear annoys her. Her body language belies what’s in her eyes. Her posture tells me otherwise, in the way her breasts jut toward me, and she moistens her lips.
    I want you, too, pretty girl, I say with my eyes, but with my voice I say, “I do. Lead on.”
    She turns on her heel and leads me to the garters taking one in her hand and stretching it, as if trying the strength of its elasticity. She now has a smirk on those delectable lips and her next words tell me why. “You have time for shopping on The Mile? I thought guys like you work late all the time. You strike me as a man who wants to rule the world.” She goes for nonchalance, but the wobble in her voice demonstrates just how nervous she is.
    I don’t let on that I’m aware she is unnerved. “I conferenced early this morning with some Hong Kong clients. This shopping spree is my reward.” I look around trying to put her at ease that I really am here to shop. “A check stub in your wallet indicated this was where you worked. I wanted to give you an opportunity to get your purse back. However, I suppose it’s not that important to have your driver’s license and credit cards back.”
    My act of sincerity has to be Oscar worthy.
    Those expressive eyes reveal she is torn between feeling ridiculous that she’s been avoiding Darryl’s calls—and ergo, me—yet, she doesn’t allow timidity to win out. She pushes back.
    “It is important. I just wasn’t sure when I would get around to retrieving them, so I made other arrangements.” She gestures toward the lingerie. “So, this shopping spree is what? Part of your ‘fuck the world one super freak at a time’ plan or something?”
    “Perhaps,” I say, and she gets the one full-on smile I’ve allowed today. Then I look at the selection of garter belts and get lost in selecting several that would fit her petite frame. Ms. Beale is resisting now, but she will eventually give in, even if only for a romp in the hay, or three. She is primed for a good fucking. We both know it. She’s over thinking this probably because she doesn’t want to blow the deal she presented for herself and Ms. Jameson. And I’m trying not to scare her off before I present my indecent proposal, as it were.
    Upon choosing a garter belt and two single garters, I indicate to her that I’m ready to move on.
    “Perfect.” She thinks I’m referring to the garters, but