12. Pharaoh
Chapter Twelve
PHARAOH
“Shit, lick the tip. And watch your fuckin’ teeth.
” I spoke looking down at London on her knees with her hands tied at the wrist behind her back.
She was in nothing, but a light pink thong and bra and her hair was wavy flowing down her back.
She looked sexy as fuck with my dick deep down her throat.
I could see my phone lighting up on the table next to me, but I was too close to finishing, to see who the hell was calling this late.
“Shit, you want this nut?” I grabbed her by her chin forcing her eyes on me.
She nodded quickly and I pushed back in her mouth with force hitting her throat and making her gag.
My phone lit up again, and then again and again. Whoever was calling really needed my attention. My mind quickly went to my pops, and I pulled out of London’s mouth and reached for my phone. If something was going on with him and I was over here getting my dick wet, I would never forgive myself.
“Everything okay?” London asked staying on her knees like a good girl.
“Yea give me a sec.” I responded before placing my focus on the screen. My mom had called more than ten times, and my heart sank into my nuts. My dick softened so fast the shit kind of hurt.
Why the hell would she be calling so late her time and back-to-back at that. I dialed her number back and waited impatiently for her to pick up.
“Boy, have you lost yo damn mind?”
“Ma you good? Is pops coo?”
“Oh, baby boy, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about you worrying about your dad when I called all these times.
He is fine love.” I exhaled and relaxed a little.
Grabbing my briefs I put them on and sat on the couch.
London looked at me with concern written on her face.
I flicked my hand motioning for her to come to me so I could untie her.
She stood and walked over to me before turning around.
Her ass jiggled slightly and I rubbed it before untying the wrist restraint.
“What’s up Ma, what you call me so many times for?”
“Oh yea. Boy get your ass down to that hotel and fix Blythe’s reservation. Why the hell would you cancel it anyway?”
“She’s here?” I cancelled it this morning thinking she would see the email this morning from the hotel, and she wouldn’t get on her plane.
I was furious when I got to work this morning and she wasn’t there.
She didn’t respond to my email, so I assumed she took heed to my warning and arrived Sunday night like I instructed.
I know her stubborn ass wouldn’t let me know when she landed so I had my assistant send over the itinerary and location for her to meet me at the office at eight a.m. sharp.
When I arrived, she was not there and the car service said she did not check in at her hotel.
I called the hotel pretending to be her husband and let them know to cancel the reservation and to not rebook.
My initials on the message were to ensure that when they called her, she would know it was me. I didn’t plan for her to still show up.
“Yes, she is there boy. We planned for her to be there. Now get the hell down there and fix it so that girl has a place to stay.” Sighing out deep. I responded
“Yes ma’am.” I responded before she hung up on me. I scratched my head before running my hand down my face.
Looking over at London I noticed she made herself comfortable with her feet tucked under her on my couch while she searched for something to watch.
“I gotta make a run.” She looked over at me smiling.
“Okay that’s fine.” She made herself more comfortable and continued surfing for shows.
“Nah, you have to get your clothes on and leave. I don’t know when I will be back and you being here in my shit alone, is a no go.”
“Seriously? We didn’t even finish.” She reached over and massaged my mans through my briefs.
“I am aware, but this is work. I will get at you some time tomorrow.” She pouted and reluctantly stood to put her clothes back on.
After letting her out I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I couldn’t go meet Blythe with London’s perfume and spit on my dick. This was already a bad situation I didn’t want to make it worse. The damn girl had me low key smitten.
Taking a quick shower, I threw on some jeans and a white T-shirt with some Retro Ones and made my way out the door. It was a little after eight PM, and the roads were clear, so I made it to her hotel in record time. Pulling in I checked my appearance before walking into the building.
Looking around I spotted her in the bar area waiting with her luggage resting at her feet next to her.
She looked good as hell dressed down in dark jeans and a black cropped zip up jacket, she had dunks on her feet, and her ankle had a small anklet.
She was sipping white wine from a champagne glass, and I watched her lips as they gripped the rim.
I was horny as fuck since I didn’t get my nut out and I know her feisty ass was gonna have me flexing in these jeans. Moving over to her she noticed me and rolled her eyes. Turning to the bartender she got their attention.
“Yes, can I have my tab please.” She requested. They nodded and moved away quickly.
“So, I see you don’t follow directions well.” I spoke up standing next to her chair.
“I explained that I had an appointment I couldn’t miss.”
“We had a very important client come in today and it was vital you see how we manage their fiscal goals.” I explained adjusting the watch on my wrist.
“I’ve managed fiscal goals before.” A low growl sounded from my throat.
“That fuckin’ mouth.” I spoke before grabbing her bags tossing a fifty on the counter and heading for the reception desk. It took a little while, but I finally heard her feet behind me. By then I had just arrived at the counter and placed her bags on the floor next to me.
“Hello sir, name for your reservation?” A spunky younger chick with blonde hair spoke blinking her eyes way too many damn times.
“Hello, how are you? The reservation was cancelled but I need to set up a room for two weeks for my colleague.” I tried to give her my million-dollar smile to smooth things over.
“I’ve tried this, their booked.” Blythe spoke in a condescending tone behind me. When I turned to look at her, she was staring at her long nails.
“Yes, sir she is indeed correct. We are fully booked for a convention.” I bit the inside of my cheeks to help me calm down. This shit was not the plan, and I hated this was my result.
“What about a suite? You don’t reserve something for situations like this?”
“Usually, we have one or two available, but the convention is a major event once a year and majority of the hotels max out.” I scratched my head and thanked Blinky for her time.
“What now?” Blythe asked from behind me. Looking down at my watch I noticed it was almost nine.
“You hungry?” Just as I spoke her stomach growled loudly.
She grabbed it and looked away embarrassed.
“Come on.” I led the way to my car and placed her bags in the trunk.
Opening her door, I motioned for her to get in.
Rounding the car, I exhaled before getting in.
Not wanting to argue with her I reached across her and grabbed her seatbelt.
She flinched and I raised my hand in surrender.
“Just strapping you in.”
“I can do it.” I nodded before starting the car and pulling out of the lot.
Every so often I would steal glances in her direction and couldn’t help but to admire her beauty.
Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and I could see every feature on her face.
She had small barely noticeable freckles on her high cheek bones.
Her natural lashes were long and straight.
Her bottom lip stuck out just a little more than her top lip.
And her nose was small with a tiny nose ring.
She was damn near perfect, even in the dark.
“Where are we going?” She spoke breaking my concentration. We were stopped at a red light, and I used that time to look her over more.
“To get food and work on a place to stay. You trust me?”
“No.” She spoke before I could even finish my sentence. Chuckling I continued our drive heading for the steak house I frequented.
The music played low keeping the car from being completely silent.
She refused to even look over in my direction, and I know she felt my gaze land on her more than once.
She focused her attention out the window, sightseeing.
I will admit St. Louis had some beautiful views. I was gonna miss being here full time.
“Why did you cancel my reservation?”
“There are a few things I take very serious Blythe, business being one of them. If I made changes to the schedule, it’s not negotiable. Plan accordingly or I cancel your plans completely.” I looked over at her, and her eyes were on me.
“I couldn’t change that appointment. It was important.”
“You made a choice. Next time you won’t be able to call my momma and snitch on me.
” I looked her way again with a slight smirk.
I couldn’t believe her ass had my momma up late calling my phone about her.
I could tell my mom liked Blythe because any other time she let me run my business the way I saw fit no questions asked.
But with her she adjusted, had her shadowing me and being in my space for two whole weeks.
She didn’t even ask for my input just told me to make the arrangements.
Not to mention no other candidates would be getting this same opportunity.
Pulling up to valet I hopped out before they could open her door.
“Don’t touch her door.” I spoke with my voice laced in venom.
The young skinny Hispanic boy threw his hands up and rounded the car.
I pulled her door open and reached my hand out for hers.
She looked at it hesitantly. “For once let someone help your stubborn ass. Give me your damn hand Blythe so we can go feed your hungry ass.” She squinted her eyes and clinched her teeth before placing her small hand in mine and allowing me to help her out of the seat.
“Thank you.” I nodded and walked next to her. I opened the door and stepped in first and glanced around before allowing her to step in behind me.
“Hello, do you have a reservation?”
“Nah.”
“No problem. Table for two?”
“Yes please. Booth.” I hated sitting at the tables out in the open. I needed to have privacy.
“Follow me, please.” I ushered for Blythe to go ahead.
Placing my hand at the small of her back, I walked close behind her.
Her body stiffened at my touch, and I rubbed my thumb on her exposed skin letting her know it was okay.
I could smell the scent of her perfume and the products she wore in her hair.
The shit was sweet as fuck tonight and had me inhaling a little deeper to get a better smell.
I bit my lip trying not to think of all the freaky positions I wanted to have her in. I didn’t think she would be able to handle my dark side. She could barely handle my touch.
“Okay, here we are. Your server Samantha will be right with you.” I allowed her to sit first before taking my seat across from her.
The light above us casted the perfect golden light across her pretty brown skin.
Shit was gonna be hard as fuck sitting across from her and not touching her or imagining how good she would look with her legs wrapped around my waist.
“Why don’t you like to be touched?” I couldn’t help but ask. Her eyes widened and shot up to me like I asked her for the answer to life’s mystery. She recovered quick, licking her lips and looking back down at her menu.
“People can’t control themselves.”
“What does that mean Blythe?” I kept my focus on her. She was like the damn Davinci code, hard as fuck to crack. Even simple conversations turned out wrong.
“Can we not?” She asked pulling the menu up to her face. Taking it, I placed it to the side and forced her to look into my eyes.
“Lay your hands palm up on the table?”
“What?”
“Lay your hands on the table palm up.” I spoke with more authority. She searched my eyes for a moment trying to gauge what I would do, see if I would hurt her. Or better yet if she could trust me. I kept my eyes on her, barely blinking I needed her to know it was safe.
Slowly she placed her hands on the table palms up. I reached over and ran my hands from the top of her forearm slowly down. Her body was stiff as hell, and she inhaled deep but didn’t release her breath.
“Breathe.” I instructed continuing my slow descent.
Her exhale was forced and choppy like she was panicking.
I never stopped my slow graze. Once I reached her wrist, I wrapped my hands around them and lifted them slowly.
Bringing my body over I raised her wrist to my lips and kissed each one gently.
“Breathe.” I heard her gasp. I kissed them both again.
I loved the way her skin felt pressed to my lips.
Like fine silk. I could feel her fingertips under my neck and them long ass nails pressed to my flesh.
I know I was crossing the line being that she was supposed to be here shadowing me for a partnership position, but I couldn’t help myself. For one I wanted her to open up and relax and for two she was fuckin irresistible.
“Hello, I am Samantha. I will be your server. Can I start you out with some waters? Tea? Soda?” She pulled her hands out my grasp so quick you would have thought we just got caught fuckin on the table.
“Johnny, neat.” I responded to Samantha.
“Water is fine.” Blythe replied avoiding my gaze.
“Perfect I will be right back.”
There was an awkward silence between us, and she refused to look up at me. I chuckled and lifted my menu giving her a minute. But I was gonna break down her walls no matter what it took. Blythe would open up to me in every aspect of the word.