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Part 2 – the
seduction continues!
     
    1.
     
    “Are you sure,
you’re ready?” Carlos Kincade moaned into Elsie Sherwood’s neck as
he gently stroked her nipple under her blouse. Elsie’s inner thighs
throbbed out of control. She was sure she was going to lose it
soon, if Carlos didn’t take her then and there. As she leaned back
into his muscular chest while he embraced her from behind. The
scent of his cologne tantalized her nose and awakened her
senses.
    “Yes, Carlos.
Yes. I need you so badly,” she moaned in pleasure. She could not
believe she was there with the CEO of the most lucrative retailer
in the world, the elusive billionaire heir who could have his pick
of any woman, yet he was with her. This was a dream. She licked her
lips and panted, reaching back to feel his full erection bulging
from his pants and then…
    Carlos stopped.
As hot as he came on to her, he cooled off leaving an air of chill
between them as he removed his hand from under her blouse and
released her walking over to the window.
    “What? What is
it?” Dazed, Elsie panted. Had she been too desperate? Did she say
something wrong? What was with this man?
    “I need you to
fully understand what you are getting into, Elsie.” He turned to
her, jaw clenched. His dark sexy grey eyes shimmered as he gazed
into hers. She stood frozen on the spot, her clothes disheveled,
feeling awkward.
    “I do
understand?” she whispered quietly.
    “No,” he said,
shaking his head. She could tell he was heated up. How this man can
control himself was beyond her. His body was on fire. Still is. She
felt it. Was this a game?
    “You just
signed a nondisclosure to keep secret what goes on between us. That
was vague. I’ll need you to sign a more specific one.”
    “What?” Was
this man stark crazy?
    “I’m a
complicated man, Ms Sherwood. I just want you to know that up
front.” His voice turned soft and his expression softened as he
walked over to her as if he’d just realized that he’d somehow
wounded her pride. His fingers ran along her hairline where her
scar was and he gently kissed it. His soft lips sending shivers of
delight down her spine.
    “We all have
scars, Ms Sherwood. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
    “I’m not
ashamed.”
    “Yet you hide
it by wearing the same hair style covering one side of your face
day in and day out all year round.”
    My God, he’d
noticed?
    “So I guess you
have scars, too?”
    “Yes but not
visible to the naked eyes. We have all scars, some emotional, some
physical. Scars shape us into whom we are today. That can be a good
thing…or a bad thing.”
    “Depending on
how you look at it I guess. What doesn’t kill us makes us
strong.”
    He didn’t
respond to her last statement but had his hands in his pockets and
chin up staring out of the Manhattan skyline.  It was a crisp
beautiful afternoon.
     
    “So this
non-disclosure agreement,” she continued. Her arms folded across
her chest. More for self-consciousness.
    “There are
thirty-one ways to reach me and you’ve successfully completed the
first round.”
“What? Is this a game?”
    “Life is a
game, Elsie. Why surely you know that by now. The strong survive.
The witty, the knowledgeable, the wise. Fools fall fast.”
    “Oh? So this is
about winners and losers?”
    “Isn’t it?
Those who win live the life they want. They are free to live it.
Free from guilt. They know how to play by the rules to win or bend
the rules to their gain.”
    “And love is a
game to you?”
    He said
nothing.
    “So what about
this first round.”
    “Honesty. But
don’t get it twisted,” he said pausing momentarily, “there are
physical needs, emotional needs and sexual
requirements.”
    Elsie listened
carefully not sure of what to think. What had she gotten herself
into? She had such admiration from this man since she’d first
started working for the corporation, for what he stood for, his
charities, his willingness to help the underdog and to