Powerful Men 3: Four Hot Alphas who Take Whatever They Want (6 page)

‘Let me escort you out,’ June offered cordially. She shot the two men a punishing glare before leaving with the Sunset Hotel people.

As soon as the door closed Tommy burst out laughing. Jon shook his head in an attempt at disapproval but he couldn’t help but smile. If it had been one of his underlings who’d pulled shit like that he would have probably fired them on the spot, but since Tommy was his boss the man could do whatever the hell he wanted. So Jon might as well just enjoy it, no matter how bad it might be for business.

‘God damn it Tommy,’ he said, ‘you’re incorrigible, aren’t you?’

Tommy shrugged and lit a cigarette. ‘What can I say?’ he said, ‘this is why they shouldn’t let women into the negotiating room.’

‘No,’ Jon smiled, ‘this is why they shouldn’t let
you
drink liquor before eleven am. My God, do you know how much money we could potentially make from a partnership like that? Never mind the opportunity to actually showcase our talent here?’

‘Oh pooh!’
Tommy dismissed, ‘she’ll be back. She’ll have to be, didn’t you see how she looked
at
 
you
? Avigail Silverman had a taste of Sugar and now she’s bound to want more.’

Jon lit a cigarette and smiled, shaking his head in mild exasperation. ‘There’s more to women than courting husbands and keeping house, you know,’ he said.

‘Yeah?’
Tommy asked, glancing up seriously, ‘well if there is I sure don’t know what it is.’

Jon drew on his cigarette and looked away. Sometimes he wondered if he didn’t either – though often willing to open to him in other ways, he felt that the fairer sex might at heart always be a mystery to him.

The intercom crackled and the voice of Chuck Fisher spoke out. ‘Gentlemen,’ he said, ‘come to my office immediately. After a display like that I think some curt words are in order.’

Jon and Tommy exchanged shocked glances. Chuck had been listening in on the meeting all along.

‘Uh-oh,’ Tommy said and Jon smiled cheekily. They opened the door and stepped out.

Chuck Fisher was an eccentric old timer who’d founded the firm some decades earlier with his first partner Tommy’s father, Robert Harlan. He was undoubtedly a member of the old guard, not really privy to the ebb and flow of the modern market, and in many ways obsolete in his position as senior partner of the firm. But the money was his, the company was his, and therefore all the work was his too, so there was nothing else Jon could do but humor him whenever necessary. He was not going to be happy about how things had proceeded with Avigail Silverman.

He wasn’t. In fact, after a strict (if not also somewhat entertaining) talking down he ordered Jon and Tommy to go and take dinner in the hotel restaurant that evening and do whatever it took to schmooze their way back into the Silverman company’s good books and secure that contract. It could have been worse – at least the restaurant was also a bar.

Jon instructed Suzie to make reservations that evening for seven pm and once the work was over for the day he and Tommy joined up once more to hit the town. Both men had continued to drink slowly but steadily throughout the day and by now their moods were quite merry indeed.

‘Sometimes I wonder about this job,’ Tommy said as they climbed into a taxi outside the Copperfield building. ‘I mean, there has to be more to life than just drinking and smoking and
women doesn’t
there?’

Jon stared at him.

‘Well doesn’t there?’

Jon smiled and shook his head. ‘No,’ he said. ‘Driver
take
us to the Sunset Hotel please.’

Jon ordered the rib eye steak and
whisky,
Tommy had the beef wellington and a vodka martini. The food was of excellent quality, so at least they wouldn’t have to lie about that when the time came.

‘Our compliments to the chef,’ Jon said as the waiter took their plates away, ‘really, that was a wonderful meal.’

‘Agreed,’ Tommy said, ‘delicious.’ He held his martini glass clutched in his hand and his diction was slurred when he spoke.

‘Thank you gentlemen,’ the waiter said, ‘I’ll pass it on.’

Jon discreetly slipped a rolled up fifty dollar bill to him. He looked him seriously in the eye. ‘And to Miss Silverman too, tell her Jon Sugar from Harlan Fisher said the food and the service was excellent.’

‘Thank you sir,’ the waiter bowed and then hurried away as though
afraid
Jon would change his mind.

‘Hey,’ Tommy said, ‘what about me?
Why just “Jon Sugar”?’

Jon laughed. ‘Jesus Tommy,’ he said, ‘why do you think? Who got us into this mess in the first place?’

Tommy shrugged and tipped up his drink. ‘Another?’ he asked.

‘How about coffee?’
Jon asked. Tommy looked like he might cause a serious mishap if he was allowed to keep on drinking now.

‘Fine,’ Tommy said, ‘coffee it is.’

The waiter returned to take dessert orders. ‘Gentlemen,’ he said, ‘Miss Silverman informed me to give you her most gracious thanks.’

‘Is that it?’ Tommy asked and Jon shook his head to himself in mild amusement. Sometimes the guy could be an absolute disaster.

‘Yes,’ the waiter said solemnly and then looked at Jon. There was something in his eyes. He slipped a small note towards him.

Jon took the note in his hand and opened it discreetly underneath the table. “
Lose the jester
,” it read, “
then come up to the roof. I want to talk to you alone
.”

‘Sir?’ the waiter said, ‘will that be all?’

Jon looked at Tommy for a second and then back to the waiter. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘thank you for a fine meal.’

Tommy sat upright in his chair. ‘What about coffee?’ he said.

‘Sorry Tom, I just remembered Annie’s playing bridge tonight and I have to be home to watch the kids.’

‘Shit, are you serious? That means I have to drink on my own for the night.’

Jon stared at him. He was something else alright. ‘Go home Tommy,’ Jon said, ‘go home and sleep it off.’

Tommy shook his head forlornly. ‘I can’t,’ he said, ‘Monica and Rhea
are
fighting like a pair of alley cats these days. I can’t get a minute’s peace.’

‘So get a hotel room,’ Jon said, ‘or better yet,
go
to your gal’s place.’

Tommy looked up, suddenly serious.

‘Don’t try to tell me you don’t have a girl,’ Jon smiled.

Tommy shrugged. ‘No comment.’

‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ Jon said, standing up from the table, ‘waiter, my coat please. You can put this on the company expenses, right Tommy?’

‘Of course,’ Tommy said, ‘that’s what it was, wasn’t it?
Kid, another martini once you’ve sorted the man out.’

As he walked away, Jon couldn’t help but chuckle. If there was a better way to make a good living in life then he sure as hell didn’t know what it was.

He slipped out into the hallway and, making sure that Tommy wasn’t behind him, made his way to the elevator. He nodded to the bellhop. ‘Take me to the roof.’

‘I’m sorry sir,’ the man said, ‘the roof is out of bounds for customers.’

‘So take me to the top floor then,’ Jon shrugged.

‘Yes sir.’

The door opened on the empty hallway of the fiftieth floor and Jon handed the bellhop a banknote. He stepped out and looked around him. At the end of the hall there was a stairwell, the roof was only a single flight of stairs above him.

Coolly dragging on a cigarette he stepped out into the fresh air outside. In the soft blue light of the early evening, the city was beautiful. A whole tapestry of lights twinkled beneath the skyscraper.

‘Mr. Sugar.’

Jon looked across the concrete plaza. Standing beside the ventilation system was the elegant figure of Avigail Silverman. Her dark eyes sparkled in the gloaming.

‘Miss Silverman,’ Jon smiled, stepping towards her.

‘Did you get rid of your friend?’ she asked, glancing at him suspiciously.

‘Yes,’ Jon said, ‘and I feel obliged to tell you that he’s not as bad as he seems the first time you meet him.’

‘Oh I’m sure,’ Avigail snorted, ‘provided you’re a man anyway.’

Jon shrugged. She was probably right. He stepped towards her. ‘About earlier…’

‘No,’ Avigail said, holding up her hand to stop him. ‘It’s alright. If you think that was the worst thing I have to deal with in my career you’d be sorely mistaken. Trust
me,
I hear worse from men every single day.’

Jon said nothing. He watched her closely, his cigarette held between his fingers. It was definitely true that Avigail Silverman wasn’t like other women. She intrigued him.

‘You don’t know how good you have it,’ she said, a coy smile playing on her lips. She looked like she was keeping something from him. He wanted to know what it was.

He smiled slightly and took his cigarette to his mouth. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘I do.’

Before she could have time to react he moved towards her like a panther and took her in his arms. He planted his lips over hers and kissed her, passionate and powerful. He drew back and smiled, relishing the surprise on her face. There was no doubt
who
was in control now. Just the way he liked it.

Avigail stared at
him,
she looked dazed, like the kiss had driven all the words out of her head. She blinked. ‘Jon, I – ’

He kissed her again. If only because he knew she might let her intellectual side step in and put an end to their fun and he wanted to rile her pleasure and lust to the point where it couldn’t be denied. He was good at that kind of thing.

‘Jesus,’ she breathed as they broke lips again. She raised her finger to his chin and brushed it against his lips as though in a trance.

‘I thought you people didn’t believe in Jesus,’ Jon smiled.

‘You people?
Really?’
Avigail narrowed her eyes at him, but playfully.

‘What?’ Jon shrugged.

‘Never mind,’ she said and leaned forward into his hold to kiss him again.

With his arms around her lithe body Jon walked backwards towards the metal cage that housed the roof ventilation system, leading her along with him. Her body was warm and firm beneath her dress and her lips fresh and earthy on his as they kissed. His back hit the metal and he stopped.

‘Jesus,’ Avigail sighed again. Jon raised an eyebrow. ‘Shut up!’ she reproached playfully and slapped his hard chest.

Jon looked her body up and down as he smiled possessively. She was so small and powerless beneath him, so vulnerable. She stepped closer to his body and he felt her spread her hands around the small of his back and up against his firm butt. Something feral awoke inside him and he grunted, stepping forward and pulling her harder against him. She yelped with pleasure as he pressed his masculine lips over hers once more.

As they kissed they explored each other’s bodies with their hands. Avigail clutched Jon’s well-toned body and he drew his strong fingers down along the nape of her neck and the small of her back, taking the zipper and sliding it down as he opened her dress. A blast of hot ventilation shot out of the vents behind them and doused them in steamy, humid air.
 
Jon slipped his hands inside
Avigail’s
dress and she trembled against the sensation of his suede-like hands as he ran them along her flesh.

She sighed lustily as he began to open her dress further and slide it down around her waist. He could feel her nipples, hard as bullets, beneath her brassiere as she pressed it up against his chest. As he worked her bra open from the back (something which seemed to be getting more and more difficult with every new model that came out) Avigail began to loosen his tie and open the buttons on his shirt. As she slipped her hands in underneath and ran them over his strong chest, he felt his cock stiffen and bulge in his pants. He was going to enjoy this.

He opened her bra and let it fall to the ground between them and then in an instant he spun the beautiful heiress around so that now her naked back was against the grille of the ventilation cage and he was in front of her, completely in control. He took a moment to check out her beautiful tits as she stood panting before him, staring at him as though he was a wild animal.

He reached out and took her breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing them while Avigail moaned in pleasure and clutched at the metal of the cage with her fingers. Jon bent forward and opened his mouth over her erect nipples, licking tantalizing circles around the rings as he continued to press her fleshy mounds together. She arched her back and threw back her head, her soft brown hair spilling over her face as she moaned and whimpered with ecstasy. Yes, she was certainly enjoying this. Jon Sugar had that affect on people.

He pressed his teeth softly around the searing flesh of her nipples and she squeezed her hands against the back of his head, the nails digging into the scalp hard enough that it almost hurt.
Almost.

He licked a line up between her breasts and over her throat, sucking the skin of her elegant chin and tasting the flesh of her face before feasting on her mouth. She rocked her hips towards him and he ran one of his hands down around her naked stomach and over her hip, still covered by the lower half of her dress. He wrapped his hand tight around her ass and pulled her closer to his crotch.
Pressing his huge, throbbing cock against her body.
He couldn’t wait to feel it inside her, to fill her sexy snatch and claim her as his own.