If I mess the deal up now, I could lose billions in share value. Even more.
If the deal goes ahead, but the Japanese find out late, with the loaned billions on the line, all hell could break loose, and I could loseeverything.
I have not realized that until now, and the idea makes me sick. I feel like I have walked into a trap, but it is my trap and my doing. Looking out the window, I fight to breathe. I can do this, if I don’t lose my mind, or claim her. Mark her.
And make her mine.
I undomy tie and pace in the suite. Samantha walks to the curtains and she pulls them further open.
“So, the old one bed dilemma,” she says, crossing her arms and taking the suite in.
“If we order another bed,” I say, “the staff could talk, and we could get found out.”
I think fast, having processed that option in the elevator on the way up.
We exchange a look as Sam pours whisky at the large lavish bar. She pours a second and swirls the whisky around the ice. “Look, we’re both adults,” she says calmly and maturely.
“You take half the bed, and I’ll take the other.”
“It won’t work,” I growl, knowing it. She passes me my whisky, and we clink our glasses.
“Why the fuck not?”
“You,” I say, meaning it. We sip, and I try to relax.
“Look, I’m really average. You need to calm down.”
“You. Are. Not. Average.”
“I’m like a seven, eight in black clothing.”
“Phah!” I say.
“What?”
“You just have no idea,” I growl. Sam walks up, confused. She has a right to know, and maybe now is the time to tell her.
Why the heck not?
“Okay, look, it’s like this! First, you, you’re not a fucking seven. You’re not even close. You’re a fucking nine. You’re a twelve on the inside. You are kind. You are caring. You are humble. And your imagination is next level. No one compares to you for banter and, well, adventure. You’re also stable. Stable as fuck.”
Sam looks confused, but she needs to know.
I pace and continue, “Secondly, after that, that first night when we had sex, you’ve been on my mind way too much.”
Samantha watches me, observing me with focused eyes. Her wicked mouth is also now open too, and it is hot.
“I also have another problem,” I huff.
“Which is?” she asks, raising a perfect eyebrow.
“I cannot sleep in the same room with a woman. Without…”
“What?” There is silence. “What?”
“Wanting to take them!” I almost yell as I pace.
I saw my tiger Tusk as a cub and on the way to the vet. I have seen him pace when something is wrong. I am now doing what big cats do when they are trapped or caged.
