Denise's rise brought her big butt straight to my face, and my gaze narrowed on her.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were setting me up for some manipulation, your intentions harmful."
"If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have to put up an act."
Still not taking a seat, Denise returned to her desk, bent over, and once more gave me a great view of her ass.
This time she moved around in that position before returning with a bottle and two glasses.
The woman brought over a stool and placed the drink down, and only after serving me with a red glass of wine did she take a seat.
"Your actions so far have awoken my dragon, and right now I just want to bend you over and fuck you."
"Yet you haven't."
"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a drag, the butt of my cigar lighting up red.
"It means you still have control and weren't seduced into promising a hundred million dollars we do not have."
"Ahhh, that."
Suddenly, my wine glass became more attractive, my hardening rod rapidly softening.
"This cigar tastes quite nice. What is it?"
"There's no new taste there—it's your favourite: Cohiba."
"I see. Then it must be your presence causing the change in taste.
Having a beautiful woman like you brings about a completely different reality."
"You know Amber Jacobs is the daughter of Laura Jacobs, and yet you still went to a party with her."
"You know what they say about keeping your enemies closer," I shrugged.
"Want a taste?"
"No. I like my lungs healthy."
Denise's reply made my lips flatten, and I murmured under my breath.
"You didn't have to say the last line."
"A hundred million dollars to charity? I thought we were trying to conserve money."
"We are."
"Then what's with your shenanigans?"
"I'm looking to rope myself into Sky's friend group."
"And you think this will work?"