Chapter 4 Ideas

Chapter Four:

Tamara sipped the cold glass of wine and smiled.

"See? See?" Nathan pointed teasingly at her.

"Okay I admit, lemon does go well with the wine but there's no way, no way lime would." She dropped the glass and crossed her legs.

"It's a shame they couldn't get me some lime, would have loved to prove you wrong again." He adjusted his blazer and flexed his muscles smiling childishly.

Cres Cristante, the restaurant they were having dinner was a very posh looking place. It was designed almost in the style of the old English, the walls were painted in oxblood red and there was an English man playing the guitar. She had ordered Bourbon Street chicken and shrimp while Nathan had a shrimp salad.

"Something's bothering you,, yes?" Nathan asked. Tamara smiled nervously. "Nothing particularly," she replied "No."

"I know you returned to your office for the first time today. How was it?"

"Nathan, I don't really wanna..."

"I wanna know, it's really important. It's been almost two years since you were there, correct?"

She sighed, "It didn't really go well."

"That was expected, how bad was it?"

She lowered her eyebrows in a comical way, "Nathan it was pretty bad."

"Ooh." He took a sip from his glass.

"Years ago I joined this group, The Floridan Dolimares-"

"Oh I know them, they're some sort of community of big brands and companies, innit?"

"Yes, yes they are. So when I joined I had to sign some stuff and one of the agreements I signed to was in any situation were I am not able to oversee my company, it would be automatically handed over to the Floridan."

"Oh I see where this is going." Nathan frowned.

Tamara sighed with slight frustration, "Do you?"

"So have they taken over the company or?"

"Well I talked them into it and they agreed to give me a week, just a week to get back on track."

"But this is all ridiculous in the first place, you're okay. Nothing's happened to you, right?"

Tamara bit her lip, looking at the ceiling, "Well I'm sorta super broke right now." She almost broke into sad laugh. "I honestly don't know what to do, Nathan. I've got a week, a week to make enough money to convince them that I still own my company."

"Well it's obvious they want the company for themselves, one week is a bloody joke."

"Yeah it is, I just..." Tamara stared at Nathan for a while, trying to be sure whether she should ask what she was about to ask, "Nathan?"

She noticed the change of his facial expression into a smile of discomfort. "No, I'm sorry I'm sorry. I know how it is going to sound."

"You cannot be implying that I know what you had in your mind to tell me." Nathan said, still smiling.

"You made a face, I know you do. Well..."

"So... mhm?" Nathan teased her with his eyebrows raised, smiling childishly again.

"You play a lot, you know what I'm not even saying it anymore." Nathan erupted in a laugh.

"Okay, okay. I'm listening, I promise."

"No." She playfully avoided eye contact with him.

"Are you really gonna hold back a conversation that could help save your company, no you're not. You're not." He kept teasing her.

"I have a business proposal for you. There, I said it."

Nathan eyebrows were raised, "Not what I was expecting but you see? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

She rolled her eyes, "You and I. Company to company. Businessman to businesswoman."

Nathan picked his glass, "Interesting," he drank all that was left in it, "but how does a wine company do business with a make up company?"

"Well I'm pretty sure that we could think about something. I mean they can't be too dissimilar, right?"

"I hope not." He picked his teeth with a tooth pick, "I do have good news for you though."

"You have good news? For me."

"Yes," Nathan laughed, "you say it like I cannot be a carrier of good news."

Tamara smiled, "I'm sorry, I was just suprised"

"Well it's about your archenemy, I assume that's what he is to you, innit?"

Tamara squinted her face in humour, "Yeah I guess so. What about him."

"Apparently my company is a client of his transport agency, Toppers. He ships our wine to Asian countries." Tamara was a bit in shock.

"How long have you known about this?"

"I didnt know until yesterday, well I knew we were working with a Toppers company for transporting our wine to Asian countries but I didn't know he owned the company. He's a new company so they're like really careful with us, we give them a good name."

Tamara's mind wandered into thoughts of what to do.

"Do you want us to like cancel the contract he has, we're his biggest client and it would really knock him off his boots."

"But that could also affect your company. How are you going to export to Asia?"

"There are a lot of transporting agencies, Tamara. We just have to work with the one who didn't steal his ex's money to create his agency."

"How long has the contract been?"

"Eight months and a few weeks, they're getting a solid payment I'll tell you that." He raised his eyebrows, "Eitherway, whether you agree or not I've made my decision on the matter."

"Have you?" Tamara said surprisingly.

"Mhm, we'll be cancelling the contract with Toppers. I don't like the idea of working with backstabbers." He munched slowly on his shrimp. "Do you?"

"I certainly don't." She replied blushing.

They stared at each other, eyes tightly locked. She was almost shaking with the sexual starvation she had for him as she sat there. No man had looked more sexier eating shrimp.

"You're gonna come back home with me?" She blurted out.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" He asked.

"What?" Tamara blinked her eyes, feeling like she had woken up from a daydream.

"Do you think it's a good idea for me to go back home with you?"

"Well, I'm just saying if it's good with you. It's totally up to you, I'm not like being pushy or something. I'm just...uh... I'm just bringing up the idea of... you going home with me."

He laughed shyly, "I want to go home with you."

She bit her lip, "You do?"

"Yes."

"Well," she licked her lips and clicked her tongue, "I wanna go home right now."

"Well then I'm going with you."

Her heart beat fast, she got up and started to walk out of the restaurant. Nathan motioned on the waiter and gave his card to his body guard to pay. He followed behind Tamara.

Inside the backseat of the car, they both faced the opposite windows, trying hard to ignore the hunger they felt for each other.

They arrived at home, the driver opened the door and Nathan came down from the car, then offered his hand to Tamara who followed. They both walked to the door, it was opened for them.

Tamara walked in first and Nathan followed. The door was closed. He looked around the house, trying to focus on studying it rather than looking at Tamara. She was standing, peeking at him as he wandered about, not knowing what to say.

"Do you want something to -"

"What?" He looked at her, she looked at him. This went on for a few seconds until he started to walk towards her quickly, she followed, quickly. Once they met, he grabbed her on her cheek and sunk his lips into hers. They kissed hard, his hands danced through her hair and her palms were locked tight on his neck. Until she started to force his blazer off. He let her take it off and then he unzipped her dress as he kissed and bit softly on her neck, she moaned deeply. Her dress straps fell to her hands, she lowered her hands, letting it slip down completely. He removed his shirt as she unbuckled his belt, their lips still locked in a sensation of madness and incomparable lust. He only had his boxer and his tie on and she was on her blood red underwear, she rubbed her palm on his massive chests and she bent to lick his abs.

He grabbed her and carried her with both arms to the bedroom, dropping her gently as they continued to kiss wildly. She sucked on his tongue and rubbed her palm on his head, breathing heavily. He left her lips, and started to go low on her.

"Where...where are you going." She asked him under her heavy breathing

He forced her left breast out of her bra and squeezed on it as he continued to go lower. Then he spread her legs, shifted her panties aside and stuck his tongue in-between her legs. Tamara let out an extremely loud moan.

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"Do you lick on other women the way you did to me?"

Nathan smiled, "If they liked it, yes."

"Well I really liked it."

Nathan turned and kissed her softly before kissing her forehead, "I know you did."

"How would you know? Excuse me."

"Well you definitely didn't shut up about it. You were really loud."

"No I was not." She raised her head and glared at him.

"Yes you were." He smiled.

"Alright, don't start getting all high and mighty now, I was only trying to be nice." She rolled her eyes.

"I wasn't feeling high and mighty." He laughed, "and since you didn't like it that much, then I won't do it again next time."

"So you're saying there's going to be a next time." She sat on top of him.

"I don't know, is there?"

She drew close to his face and whispered to his left ear, "What if I want the next time, right now?"

"Okay, but you gotta pay me upfront." he joked. They both laughed. She licked her lips and smiled at him.

"You wanna help me get revenge, Nathan Benett?"

"I just wanna do what's right, Tamara."

She kissed him softly and said, "I'd like you to meet someone tomorrow, she's also in on this."

"She?"

"Oh, no smart ideas young man." She touched his chest and rubbed his groin, "This, this is mine."

"Yes, ma'am."

She then lowered herself below his waist to his groin. "And I want it right now." She said.