the darker version of Mason. He was tall and built like a god with gorgeous emerald green eyes and ebony black hair and a perfectly groomed beard. Mason was tall and also built like a god, but he had mousy blond hair and preferred to be clean shaven, although today he boasted a smidgen of scruff and his eyes sparkled clear blue as he smiled. Mikala’s panties burst into flames from the first moment she saw him.
“I wanted to run over a few details regarding our partnership and get all the legal stuff out of the way, what say you, Mik?”
With a quick nod and the appearance of a contract from Chase’s briefcase, the banter of back and forth negotiations started. Mikala was as business savvy as any man or woman in the corporate world and no shit was about to get past her. Scratching out what didn’t fit her idea of perfect and replacing it with details they could both live with, they shook hands and each signed on the dotted line.
“Wait, what’s this?” Mikala pointed to a paragraph on the last page.
Chase read the print and looked over at Mason. “That would be particulars regarding the new security system we’re having installed.”
“New security system, this new security system wouldn’t be supplied by Bulldog would it?” She sneered at the pair as they squirmed in their seats.
“As it so happens,” Chase affirmed. “Bulldog Secure Corporation would be the one I hired, right Mason?”
With a sheepish smile, Mason found himself looking into Mikala’s fuming eyes. Raising his hands in surrender he slid from his seat. “I should give you two some space,” he said, creeping away.
“Thanks a lot for throwing me under the bus, Mase.” Chase said, flipping his hand up to Mikala, “Mik, hold your shit girl,” Chase warned, “Mason’s the best man for the job. He knows every square inch of that club and then some,” Chase grinned. “Besides, he’d kill me if I gave the job to another company.”
Her eyes glanced over at Mason standing at the end of the bar laughing with James, it was good to see him enjoying himself, she knew without a doubt the club would be in safe hands.
Chase moved in closer. “Mason would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you were safe. I wouldn’t trust anyone else.”
Mikala’s gaze crossed the room again. Mason winked when he caught her stare and she couldn’t help but smile, “Okay.”
“Good because it wasn’t up for negotiation in the first place.” Chase smiled sideways and Mikala slapped his hand as he pulled away and waved to Mason to come back to the table.
“All set my man.” Chase announced and the pair shook hands before Mason offered his hand to Mikala.
“So we’re okay, sugar?” Mason asked, dipping his head and batting his eyes.
She slapped his hand away and laughed, “Asshole,”
“That’s Mr. Asshole,” Mason joked.
Last thing on the agenda was planning out the new ‘private’ wing as Chase referred to it. There was an entire floor above the apartment that sat empty, Mikala hadn’t ever considered it usable space, but Chase set out to prove otherwise. His plan was to move Mikala’s residence up to the unused floor and create six new rooms in the existing apartment, all private and all themed.
“Themed how…?” she asked, in a skeptical tone.
At first it sounded kind of cheesy to Mikala, but once Chase clarified and she thought it out, the notion started to grow on her. She nodded happily and listed each as they came up with ideas on the backside of the contract.
1-Black Room-BDSM
2-007-the spy who loved me
3- Afternoon Delight-Multiple surfaces
4-Wet Dreams-Jacuzzi, water features
5-Victorian-fourpost bed
6-Cave Dwellers-dungeons & dragons
The sky outside was dark, it was going on seven. Eden texted Chase to let him know she was on her way home, tired and not interested in much other than a quick bite and hot sex with her hubby before much needed sleep. Chase rushed out the door.
“We better head home too,”
“I wanted to run over a few details regarding our partnership and get all the legal stuff out of the way, what say you, Mik?”
With a quick nod and the appearance of a contract from Chase’s briefcase, the banter of back and forth negotiations started. Mikala was as business savvy as any man or woman in the corporate world and no shit was about to get past her. Scratching out what didn’t fit her idea of perfect and replacing it with details they could both live with, they shook hands and each signed on the dotted line.
“Wait, what’s this?” Mikala pointed to a paragraph on the last page.
Chase read the print and looked over at Mason. “That would be particulars regarding the new security system we’re having installed.”
“New security system, this new security system wouldn’t be supplied by Bulldog would it?” She sneered at the pair as they squirmed in their seats.
“As it so happens,” Chase affirmed. “Bulldog Secure Corporation would be the one I hired, right Mason?”
With a sheepish smile, Mason found himself looking into Mikala’s fuming eyes. Raising his hands in surrender he slid from his seat. “I should give you two some space,” he said, creeping away.
“Thanks a lot for throwing me under the bus, Mase.” Chase said, flipping his hand up to Mikala, “Mik, hold your shit girl,” Chase warned, “Mason’s the best man for the job. He knows every square inch of that club and then some,” Chase grinned. “Besides, he’d kill me if I gave the job to another company.”
Her eyes glanced over at Mason standing at the end of the bar laughing with James, it was good to see him enjoying himself, she knew without a doubt the club would be in safe hands.
Chase moved in closer. “Mason would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you were safe. I wouldn’t trust anyone else.”
Mikala’s gaze crossed the room again. Mason winked when he caught her stare and she couldn’t help but smile, “Okay.”
“Good because it wasn’t up for negotiation in the first place.” Chase smiled sideways and Mikala slapped his hand as he pulled away and waved to Mason to come back to the table.
“All set my man.” Chase announced and the pair shook hands before Mason offered his hand to Mikala.
“So we’re okay, sugar?” Mason asked, dipping his head and batting his eyes.
She slapped his hand away and laughed, “Asshole,”
“That’s Mr. Asshole,” Mason joked.
Last thing on the agenda was planning out the new ‘private’ wing as Chase referred to it. There was an entire floor above the apartment that sat empty, Mikala hadn’t ever considered it usable space, but Chase set out to prove otherwise. His plan was to move Mikala’s residence up to the unused floor and create six new rooms in the existing apartment, all private and all themed.
“Themed how…?” she asked, in a skeptical tone.
At first it sounded kind of cheesy to Mikala, but once Chase clarified and she thought it out, the notion started to grow on her. She nodded happily and listed each as they came up with ideas on the backside of the contract.
1-Black Room-BDSM
2-007-the spy who loved me
3- Afternoon Delight-Multiple surfaces
4-Wet Dreams-Jacuzzi, water features
5-Victorian-fourpost bed
6-Cave Dwellers-dungeons & dragons
The sky outside was dark, it was going on seven. Eden texted Chase to let him know she was on her way home, tired and not interested in much other than a quick bite and hot sex with her hubby before much needed sleep. Chase rushed out the door.
“We better head home too,”
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