He looked like he was undressing me with his eyes but maybe I was the only one seeing it that way. Even while wearing my heels with this man sitting down, I still felt he towered over me because his presence was just so gigantic and intimidating. My short red dress suddenly felt even shorter and I didn't feel too comfortable that I wore something that showed so much of my cleavage. It was a strange feeling because I was a stripper. I get paid to take off my clothes in front of men and I love doing it so why was I feeling this way?
Whatever business offer he has for me had better be worth all of this trouble and self-consciousness he had somehow awoken in me.
"Welcome Cherilyn," He said with his hands on the table and his fingers intertwined, "Please, have a seat!"
So, there we were. Seated by the table, face to face, ready to talk business and I was very eager to hear what he had to offer. A part of me was certain that whatever he had to offer would one way or another involve something sexual and I was prepping to give him a stern talking-to and tell him to piss off and shove whatever ludacris amount of money he was planning to offer me up his arse.
"I'm so glad that you accepted my invitation and came here to hear me out, Cherilyn," He said with a hospitable and yet intimidating aura within his voice.
Usually, I tell people immediately to not call me by my birth name but for some reason, I didn't say it to him. I don't know if it was because I didn't need to or maybe it was because I was scared to. At this point, I just wanted to know one thing; I wanted to know who the fuck this man was and what he fucking wanted with me.
"Before we get into…business, could you at least tell me your name?" I asked him because apart from what his assistant called him, I didn't know any other name.
"My apologies! My name is Malcolm; Malcolm Balogun," He said with a smile that was quite charming. I mean, I was literally charmed by it because he was such a beautiful man and he made my stomach churn, in a good way.
"How did you get my full name?" That just slipped out and it came out with a bit of hostility.
"I'm a billionaire, Miss Cherilyn. I can find out whatever it is I wish to know," He said with a bit of arrogance.
"I see! You're not from around here, are you, Malcolm?" I asked, abandoning that subject for another while retaining my poker face.
"No, I am not. I do have a home here but I'm currently in New York for some business and I'll be here for a few months," He said.
"Just a few months, huh? Then, why have you asked me to come here? What is it you want?" I asked bluntly.
I looked down and spotted two binders with documents in them on the table, one placed in front of him and the other placed in front of me. I looked at those binders and the first thing that came to mind was the scene from "Fifty Shades Of Grey" when Christian and Anastasia discussed the terms of their sexual relationship. Thinking about that scene made me so hot between my thighs that a small part of me was kinda hoping that this meeting was going to go the same way it did in the movie.
"I've asked you to come here today because as I've said, I have a business proposition for you," Malcolm said.
"I'm listening," I replied, sustaining eye contact while keeping a poker face.
"Well, it's quite simple, Miss Cherilyn," He started getting out of his seat, "Since last night, after your show, you're all I've been able to think of,"
He had a finger on the table and he slid it across as he walked around the table, slowly heading to where I was. I knew where this was going but I just sat there silently, frozen in my seat, waiting for him to reach me and I didn't understand why.
"Your…artistry on that pole put a lot of dirty thoughts in my head; thoughts that I want to perform with you,"