Chapter 1
Angie was all jittery and nervous the next morning. After Mark drove off with the kids, she thought about her predicament.
She felt greatly disappointment with Sean. She really liked him and had never thought he would do something like that to her. She considered discussing her problem with Mark, but she dismissed the idea. He would do something emotional and stupid, like picking a fight with Sean, and would lose his job. His boss, Amos would rather fire Mark than have the lucrative negotiations with Sean messed up.
Angie went through the contract. It included all the benefits that Sean had promised her. It was a dream job. One did not get offered such a wonderful contract. There was nothing in it about her dressing up or being Sean's whore.
She considered simply telling Sean that she wasn't interested in working for him. She was not obliged to take the job or ever see him again.
But Angie dismissed the idea. She would be the biggest fool in history, to turn down such a job. She decided that she would take it, but would have to find a way not have sex with him. Sean could have any woman he wanted, he didn't need her. She had a dim hope that the things not included in the contract were just part of his wacky humor, that he did not mean them seriously. But she doubted that. She knew that Sean wanted her. She found him attractive too, but he would just have to respect the fact that she was married and would not cheat on her husband. Period.
Angie showered and dressed. She tried not to look sexy. She put on her plainest, biggest panties. She slipped into a plain white, long sleeve shirt and a modest, navy blue skirt that went below her knees. She slid on mid thigh stockings and high heels. She tied her hair in a pony and only put light, pink lipstick.
Sean and Mandy were waiting for her at the reception, ready to go.
"Can we talk about your proposal from last night?" she asked Sean as Mandy talked on her cell phone.
"We will have to do that later. Lets go. Come on Mandy!" Sean said to the black woman, without giving Angie more than a glance.
Mandy briefly put her call on hold till they were in Angie's car, then she continued. Sean sat besides Angie as she drove off.
"Listen. I am going to set up my own distribution network in this region. You will have to do some head hunting for me, people with experience in the logistic business in this state. As well as marketing people with contacts. I will pay you a premium on anybody you can woo from other companies. 20K per head. Of course, if they fuck up, I will hold you accountable, so you better find good people. Can you manage that?"
"Look, I haven't agreed to work for you."
"You would be a fool not to," Mandy quipped in from the back. "by the way, you are looking gorgeous, hon."
"Can you find those people?" Sean asked.
Angie thought about it. 20 grand per head? She knew everybody in logistics. 20 k.
"Of course. I will get the best heads, if you are prepared to pay them more. But Amos will be pissed at me. And my husband works for him."
"You work for me, remember?" he smiled at her suddenly, his face becoming all nice and friendly. "By the way, Mandy is right. You look gorgeous today. You are a natural beauty. Now, park the car a second. We want to discuss Amos' offer with you."
"I shouldn't I mean, I work for him..." Angie protested but she pulled over.
Angie felt a bit guilty as she pointed out that Amos was overcharging Sean on several things. But she decided that Sean's offer of 150k p a was much more attractive than the 60k that Amos paid her, including her bonuses.
Sean decided to stall and learn more about what Amos could do for him, before he would do it alone, or with someone else.
Mandy and Sean stayed at Murphy's until early evening. Angie then drove them to the Hotel. Mandy said she was going out about town with Chad. Sean asked Angie to join him for supper, then they could discuss his job offer.
The coast was clear as her husband, Mark, was putting in overtime. A babysitter was taking care of her children and she called to say she would be back later.
Angie wanted to start talking, but Sean said he never talk business on an empty stomach. Angie did not want to eat in the hotel restaurant alone with Sean. She would feel conspicuous, as all the stuff knew her and they would gossip.
Sean ordered over room service and Angie remained out of sight as the food was delivered. They had a tasty supper and a bottle of fine wine. They then retired to the living room and Angie perched nervously on the edge of a couch. Sean sat besides her casually and fired up a fat joint. He took three deep tokes and exhaled thick, pungent clouds. Then he passed it to Angie.
"I don't smoke."
"Do it. Its weak." He told her and it sounded like an order. Angie had only smoked a couple of times before and she was soon feeling buzzed. Some of the tension went out of her.
"So, Angie, have you made up your mind?" he asked casually, sinking back into the couch besides her,
"I would like to come and work for you. But I don't want to become your whore!"
"You don't wanna become a nigger whore! Is that it?"
"I am a married woman! I have a husband and kids! Look Sean, you can get any woman you want, young, pretty, black, white, anything. Just leave me alone. You cant have me."
"Its not like we will be fucking all the time. Its just that when I am in town, or when you come up to NY to give me reports, I will expect access to you."
"Sean, why are you doing this to me. I like you and I respect you. How can you?"
"I wanna fuck you!"
"No! You are being an asshole. I love my husband and I will not cheat on him!"
"What he don't know wont hurt!"
"I will know. And you will know. What will you think of me?"
