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"What do you want?" Christina crooned into the mouthpiece.
"You know!" The male voice on the end answered
"I have no idea" Christina giggled...like a girl.
"You just want me to spell it all out. I see" the reply came, "well I wish you were here with me"
"And if I was?" Christina asked flirtingly
"I'll kiss you you so hard that you'll lose your senses. Our bodies will be so close that even air won't get through. And I'll slide my hands down your waist to the small of your back..."
The deep muskiness of his voice made Christina shudder.
"Mr Feyton, you're being a very bad boy" Christina slurred
"Just for you, soon-to-be Mrs Feyton"
Mrs Feyton, it surely had a good ring. Hearing this sent flutters to her brain, butterflies to her loins.
"Keep talking like that and I'll have to keep you up all night"
"If that's my punishment, then I'll be yammering all day".
She giggled again.
"What'll you do to me" she asked, eyes wide and lips moist.
"Ma'am your one o'clock is here for you" kendall interrupted.
"Okay. Let him in five". Christina almost cursed but replied.
She waited till kendall left the office then went back to her call.
"Honey, I'm so sorry. I got a meeting right now. I'll call you as soon as I'm done...so sorry" Christina pleaded.
"Don't sweat it. I understand completely. Go do your thing. I love you and happy birthday"
"And I love you too, baby. Later"
At the sound of the dropped call click Christina tried to put herself together into business mode. She looked around her table and put everything in place.
Clearing her throat, she rang kendall to let the client in.
She was trying real hard to keep Charles off her mind. Thoughts of him was making her soggy between the legs and that was very distracting. The swinging doors and the incoming man was all the switch she needed.
"Mr. Blackwood, it's a real pleasure to finally meet you" Christina stood to shake hands.
"The pleasure is all mine. And call me Oscar" He replied, accepting the handshake
"You're most welcome Oscar. Please have a seat" Christina said and pointed to the soft sea blue cushion.
Their hands lingered in each other and their eyes held each other's gaze
"Beautiful eyes you got there. So expressive" Oscar observed
"Very constructive compliment Mr. Blackwood. Oops, Oscar. Yours aren't so bad. Very captivating" Christina replied, not to be outdone and joined him on the cushions, "Now that we have our beautiful eyes out of the way, I know that we are going to have a very successful business relationship. Here at Make-it-shine we try to make your events glow and shine.
"Well, hopefully. So I'm thinking of organising a Blackwood year end party, no innuendos." Oscar Blackwood went straight to action.
"Well none picked...Oscar" Christina replied with a smirk on her face." So a relaxed setting. Got any place in mind?" Christina scribbled into her writing pad.
"Well...the Blackwood rooftop"
"Okay, would that be a relaxed evening setting or an actual party"
"How imaginative can you get?"
"Quite I would say. I could give a party that would give the blogs fodder for weeks"
"I could hold you to that one day. But No. We'll be needing a mixture of the relaxed and raucous all at once" Oscar explained. "get the bloggers talking but keeping the investors honourable"
"I catch your drift. Intense and yet not wild. A little Romance with a twinge of truancy"
"Perfect." Oscar clapped.
She'd hit the nail on the head. Hopefully the execution will be so on point also. She exuded the aura of one that could do just that. Her office effused such meticulous flair.
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