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Nic
The night was going off without a hitch. People were making heavy donations and as soon as we moved to the casino, money was being made left and right.
During dinner, Layla was on the quiet side. She answered questions when addressed, but she was never one to make conversation. My board members were in awe of her and had plenty of questions about her role in the company.
I’d gotten the smallest touch of her smooth, dark skin, but I craved more. She was a marvel who deserved everything I could give her. I was drawn to her, and if anything was certain, I’d have her exactly the way I wanted her.
“We’re at four million raised,” Nina informed me how well we were doing with the fundraiser. I gave the slender woman a nod. She smiled back before strolling off, her hips swaying as she moved.
My eyes scanned over the room of my guests all enjoying themselves as they gambled away their money, most of that money made through being shareholders with Sullivan Tech. I’d made most of them extraordinarily rich and I was taking full advantage of it.
Finally, my eyes stopped. I’d found her. She stood against a wall with a glass of champagne in her hand. She watched a game of craps nearby but didn’t seem particularly interested in the game.
Strolling through the room guests greeted me, but I kept my interactions short. I had one goal and that was to get to Layla. As I approached her, she ran her fingers through her straightened, dark hair that sat just below her shoulders.
“Having a good time?” I questioned. She jolted a bit before grabbing her chest. I grinned at the beautiful woman.
“I suppose,” she answered listlessly.
“Why aren’t you enjoying yourself?” I asked as her eyes returned to the casino game in progress. I watched as her pouted lips took a sip of her bubbly drink. My cock twitched at the sight of those lips. I needed them.
“Not sure, but I feel out of place. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate you so much for inviting me, but I’m just an analyst and I don’t quite feel like I belong.” She looked ashamed for expressing how she felt.
“On the contrary, I think out of everyone here, you belong the most,” I noted.
I thought of how I felt during my first events. In rooms full of the rich and famous, I never felt like I truly belonged, but I knew to be successful I had to own my place in the room. My confidence grew, and I earned my spot. I belonged and so did Layla.
“Thanks for that and this, but I think I’ll turn in,” she mumbled as she finished off her champagne and dropped the flute on the tray of a passing waiter.
She couldn’t go, I wasn’t ready for her to go yet.
We were approached by Nina. Her eyes looked Layla up and down before she turned her attention fully to me.
“Mr. Sullivan, the New York Times reporter is here and would like a few words,” she informed me as she placed a hand on my arm. Her eyes glanced back over to Layla as if she was staking her claim. I held back a chuckle at my assistant who’d been after me since I’d hired her.
“Okay, I’ll be right over,” I told Nina who gave Layla a final look before she was off in the direction of the reporter who waited for me at the chance of the interview. Turning back to Layla, I placed my hand on her soft shoulder. I felt her shiver at my touch. “Promise me you’ll stay around until I come back.”
She thought over my proposition for a moment as my eyes peered deeply into hers. I tried to communicate with her how much she needed to stay. I had a plan and I’d see it through no matter what.
“Promise?” I asked her, my voice changing to something deeper, almost demanding.
“Promise,” she said in her quiet voice.
“Good girl,” I hummed to her. Just with those two words I saw the gloss over of lust in her eyes. She was perfect in every way. Fuck, I had to have her.
Leaving her behind, I glanced back at her to confirm she wasn’t going anywhere. I found where Nina had gone off to with the reporter. We sat at a table as the interview started. I was making a point of showing my deep appreciation for my community in Vegas and how much this event meant to me.
As much as I wanted to be present in the interview, my eyes kept glancing over to where Layla stood. She was getting impatient, but the reporter kept going to my dismay. Anxiously my fingers toyed with the band of my expensive watch. I hated to keep Layla waiting.
Suddenly, she’d left the spot. My eyes frantically searched to find her. She was heading toward the exit. Fuck. I stood from my spot. Both Nina and the reporter appeared confused at my sudden standing.
“I’m sorry, but I do have a party and guests to attend to and I’d hate to be a bad host. I’d love to continue this interview tomorrow if possible,” I said anxiously. I knew the longer I stood there, the more likely it was Layla would be gone.
“Yes, that works. I’ll schedule with Nina,” the reporter noted as he closed the notebook he’d been taking notes in.
“Perfect, please excuse me.” I rushed my words before I hurried away in search of Layla.
I jogged into the hall and I found her. I observed the way her dress hugged her curves as her hips swayed. I’d done a great job picking out that dress, but now I had to stop her from leaving too soon.
