Chapter 7 Deal Or No Deal
Amara
You wanted to see me?
Yes, come sit. He gets up and pulls out the chair for me.
He sits on top of his desk crossing his legs. His eyes bear into my soul.
So Kitten I think we could really help each other out here
What do you mean
Well you need things here in prison and I need answers.
So you want information in the trade of favors?
Unless you just wanna tell me all about Amara because you feel an undying need to share your life with me
I stare blankly at him.
Yeah that's what I thought. So, you need money for commissary, phone privileges, work assignments, maybe even better food?
I don't want that. I say folding my arms.
Oh do tell, what does the kitten want?
First for you to stop calling me kitten. Your Liam, powerful…rich….
That I am, kitten and I will never stop calling you that. That is off the table for negotiation.
I roll my eyes Did you just roll your eyes at me, kitten?
So what if I did you don't own me
He slides off the desk. Standing over my chair. He gently grabs my chin forcing me to look him in the eyes.
Your right kitten I dont own you. If I did, your ass would be sore from my hand for rolling those pretty little eyes at me. But you should trend carefully. I am not opposed to making you scream my name admitting you want me to own every inch of your body.
My breath quickens. Tightness forms in my chest. God his voice is so deep and rough. His words came out like bullets, shooting right through me. My panties wet, moving my legs tighter together.
You really are full of yourself huh? Assuming that any girl in your presence will wallow at your feet.
His deep laugh rumbling and vibrating through the air.
Most girls do. However I don't want just any girl to wallow at my feet. Why don't you give it a try? You might find out you like being at my feet.
Your disgusting
And you're turned on I can smell you kitten.
My cheeks instantly flush. He can smell me? Jesus Christ. How is that even possible?
Stand up, I wanna show you something.
I stand up from the chair following him to the other side of his office. He opens his file cabinet and pulls out a file.
Do you want this instead?
What is it?
A file on your dad everything I could find out about him.
Although I am curious…there is something more pressing I require.
Oh?
I want money in an offshore account, a new identity and I want you to teach me how to shoot. As well as the file there.
A half smile goes up his face.
You surprise me Amara, not many people do. I can arrange all of those things for you. So long as your information is worth it.
Fine, do we have a deal?
He grabs my arm and spins me around, my back slamming into the wall. His body pressed against mine. His mouth takes me. He tastes like bourbon, fire and desire. Our tongues swirling with passion, hot and heavy. He pins my wrists against the wall, kissing me harder. A small moan escaping my lips as he pulls away.
That's a deal kitten now will you purr for me?
He runs his finger up my thigh. Squeezing my hip. I let out a small yelp in pain. He kisses my neck. Every nerve in me is on fire, on ecstasy, screaming for more. His hands run under my shirt and up my stomach. His touch awakened something inside me. Something hungry. A despite need to rip off his clothes and fuck like two ravenous animals. He bites down on my neck. Moaning at the mix of pain and pleasure.
That's my good kitten. He releases me and pulls away.
I stand there stunned by what just happened and so badly wanting it to not stop. Please don't stop for the love of god. This was so different from the feelings I had with Killan. I mean the sex was good but.. there was something so electric and addicting about him. Making me crave more. He plops down on the couch. Rubbing the seat next to him. He presses a button on the end table. A woman with red frizzy hair comes running in the room. Her heels clicked on the hard floor.
Yes boss?
I want you to place an order at the cafe down the road. Bring it back and have them make it quickly we are starving.
Right away boss. Her heels click more as she leaves.
Now Amara tell me, what did you do for work before coming here?
I worked at a bar. Nothing fancy
Uh huh. Ok let's make something very clear. You want something from me, you're gonna be honest with your answers.
Understood. I replied.
Now what did you do for work before coming here?
I managed a man's house. Cooked, Cleaned, made sure his schedule was correct. Stuff like that.
And did you fuck this man?
I cough, excuse me?
He lowers his voice, a more commanding tone coming off.
Did…you…fuck…that man?
I dont see how thats any of your business
Well I am paying for your answers aren't I?
Yes I say clutching my teeth.
Well?
Yes I fucked him. Happy?
So feisty with your answers. Does it make you uncomfortable to talk about such personal matters?
With someone I have known for less than a week. No, not at all.
Well you didn't seem to have an issue with my tongue down your throat. For a man you have known for less than a week.
You kissed me
You kissed me back, you could have pulled away, you could have said no. But you didn’t. Which tells me you want this.
I…next question Liam.
Oo first name basis I love it.
Why did you report your assault to the police?
Isnt that what normal people do
I suppose. But you are marked as a high profile case kitten. Which means you were involved with someone of power, correct?
Yeah…you could say that…
So why did you go to the police?
I sigh, because I thought maybe they would want to protect me.
And what would make them so inclined other than that being their job.
I had information. Information that could have made their careers. I was planning to trade that for my safety.I see that went well, was his reach deeper than you thought?
Just as I am about to answer. His assistance bursts through the room two coffees and a bag in her hands.