Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) (22 page)

Knowing that she was openly gawking
at him, she reluctantly looked at his face.

He smirked, knowingly. “Okay... I
have no problem admitting it. You, Gianni Storm, are a beautiful man.”

“Again with the beautiful,” he said,
bunching his eyebrows. “Why am I not a good looking man? Or handsome? Or maybe
even attractive?”

“Gianni, the way you look is beyond
those descriptions. It’s like the ocean. It’s not good looking, or handsome, or
even attractive. The only word that describes it is... Beautiful.”

Gianni seemed surprised by her
revelation. He walked across the room and kissed Natasha’s forehead.

“Thank you. But, you’re the beautiful
one,” he whispered, humbly.

He crouched down to give her a quick
peck on her lips and walked around the bed. Gianni dropped his towel, revealing
his flawless manhood. Natasha stared, without shame, until he pulled the covers
back and climbed into bed. Natasha walked over to join him.

“Freeze!”

Natasha jumped, startled by his tone.

“If this marriage is to work, you
coming to bed wearing clothing made of a blanket, is not an option,” Gianni
admonished.

Natasha looked down and her flannel
pajamas and realized that Gianni was right. Nothing about them said sexy.

Gianni demanded, “Take it off.”

Natasha acquiesced. She stripped out
of the “blanket” and stood, nude, in front of Gianni.

“Grazie. La mia molto bella moglie.”

Natasha’s hands flew to her hips, and
she gave Gianni the squinty eye. “Translate!”

“I said, thank you, my very beautiful
wife. Now... Come to bed.”

.

Victoria gathered a handful of manila folders from her desk
and tucked them under her arm, in preparation for her first office meeting. Since
John was still the Director of Security, she didn’t have to attend last
Friday’s meeting. But now, she was on her own.

When she was working for the police
department, Monday was the worst day of the week. But at Storm Enterprises,
Friday was the doomsday. It was the day that all of the department heads had to
explain exactly what they’ve done all week. The way John described it, they
were basically trying to convince Jack that they deserved another week of
employment.

Victoria hurried down the hall,
running into Amy along the way. She was fumbling through her own handful of
files.

“Hey, sweetie,” Amy said sweetly, but
Victoria noticed the nervous tension in her voice.

Amy’s skittish behavior did nothing
for Victoria’s anxiety. If his baby sister was nervous, then being his wife
probably wouldn’t evoke any special treatment.

“Hey. So how bad are these meeting?”

Amy gave Victoria the “you’ll see”
look, offering absolutely no reassurance. Victoria decided to let it go and see
for herself.

She and Amy walked into a conference
room that was occupied by chattering bosses. But almost all of the chattering
stopped when they entered. Victoria couldn’t tell if it was due to the presence
of the wife or the sister of Jackson Storm. She timidly looked around the room
that was filled with rich people, adorning expensive suits and apprehensive
expressions.

With her chin, Amy directed Victoria
to an empty seat. She walked across the boardroom, this time, very aware that
the glares of uncertainty were meant for the wife. Victoria, not being the type
to allow anyone to intimidate her, held her head high and took her seat.

She greeted everyone with a smile
that was only returned by some. Before Victoria could get off a good eye roll,
Jack walked in. The conference room became so eerily quiet that the only thing
that Victoria could hear was her breathing and Jack’s footsteps.

Jack strolled, confidently, to the
head of the conference table and took his seat. His presence had intimidated
everyone in the room, even Amy. And, despite the fact that she woke up with his
face buried between her legs, she found herself intimidated along with the rest
of them.

“Let’s get started.” Jack asked,
wasting no time with pleasantries. “Aaron, explain to me why you bury millions
of dollars in the IT department but yet no one could get online for two hours
Wednesday.”

Victoria listened to Aaron fumble
through an answer that wasn’t good enough for Jack. When he was done tearing
Aaron a new one, he made his way around the room. He praised some while
annihilated others. Now, it was Amy’s turn at bat, and Victoria was eager to
see how he interacted with family. Jack asked tough questions about the
acquisition of a marketing firm, and in return, Amy tendered clear and concise
answers that seemed to please him.

“Victoria...”

Oh fuck
.

“I got a memo stating that you
revised the disciplinary policy for your department. Tell me why the current
disciplinary policy of Storm Enterprises isn’t good enough for your
department?”

Victoria would have winced at his
harsh tone had it not been for all of the people in the room waiting for her to
choke.

“Well, since the employees in my
department are the only ones who work overnight shifts, the current
disciplinary policies are ineffective.” 

“Elaborate,” he demanded without
looking up from the memo in his hand.

“Storm Tower is a global economic hub
as well as an architectural icon in Chicago, which seriously increases the
probability of terrorist attacks...” Victoria paused, looking around the room for
an example. “I don’t believe that Chuck from personnel has to worry about his
team falling asleep on the job; therefore, allowing some right–wing terrorist
to walk past him and tuck a backpack, filled with explosives, into a building
that could greatly influence the stock market.”

Jack looked up, suddenly giving
Victoria his full attention. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

“Tell me about one of your changes.”

“I’m implementing...” She paused
remembering that she wasn’t the boss. “...
I’d like
to implement a three
strike policy.”

“Okay, President Clinton,” he
chuckled, and of course everyone in the room laughed as if he was fucking Kevin
Hart.

Whereas he was tough, but polite to
the other department heads, he was close to being rude to her. Victoria smiled,
but inside she was deciding that Jack had just fucked up his blow–job for the
night.

“Victoria, I’m looking at a request
that you sent to personnel for ten new hires. Why?”

He leaned back in his chair and
watched her intently as she prepared to answer. Jack was trying to intimidate
her. If they were alone, she would’ve “Sharon Stoned” his ass, but flashing her
pussy wouldn’t have gone well in a room full of people, so she decided to
answer his question.

“I’d like to hire ten off–duty police
officers.”

Jack shook his head. “No. We’ve been
down that road. Off–duty cops cost too much. We would have to pay them more
than double what we pay security guards.”

“You get what you pay for.”

Victoria could tell that Jack wasn’t
happy with her answer, so she elaborated before he could order her to.

“If you hire ten officers to work
split shifts, midnights and days, you’ll basically have two officers for the
price of one. My request will allow you to have a cop present during your most
vulnerable shifts.”

“Why is that necessary?”

“Sworn police officers offer a
service that security guards don’t. They have the power to make arrests. Not to
mention, none of the guards at the main entrance are armed. If an armed
assailant enters the building and starts shooting, are the guards gonna throw
their flashlights at him?”

Victoria knew that she was being
flippant, but Jack and his questions were getting on her nerves. He looked up
from the paper in his hand and shot her a look of warning. Victoria looked down
at her notes, praying that he would move on to the next person.

“That’s not a bad idea,” he said
after a few seconds of silence. “Good job, Victoria.”

Jack moved on to Chuck, and Victoria
suppressed a sigh of relief. She looked over at her sister–in–law’s smiling
face. Amy winked and mouthed, “Good job.”

Victoria smiled in return and turned
back to the meeting.

As Jack drilled Chuck about personnel
issues, Victoria found herself staring at him. He sat at the head of the table and
commanded the room. Victoria couldn’t help but to find herself aroused. She
stared intently at his lips as the bass of his voice vibrated through her
entire body. Victoria’s sex clinched involuntarily, and she could feel an
instant rush of heat between her thighs.

She was so preoccupied with lustful
admiration for her husband that she didn’t even notice that the meeting was
over. The hustle and bustle of the group getting out of their chairs snapped
her out of her daze. Victoria stood and gathered her files. In her peripheral,
she could see Jack’s approach. She looked up, into his bright blue eyes and
wondered if he could read her dirty thoughts. He smiled and pulled her into his
chest. And since some of the department heads were still lingering in the conference
room, Victoria was shocked by his display of affection in the workplace. But
shocked or not, she happily melted in his arms.

Jack leaned in for a kiss, and
Victoria crooned her neck to meet him halfway. After a sweet and tender kiss,
Jack whispered, “Great job, Storm. You make me proud.”

Victoria was touched by his praise.
She wanted nothing more than to do a good job and to make Jack proud.

She asked smiling, “Really?”

“Really. Way to hold your own,” he
confirmed.

“Thank you.”

Jack nodded and kissed her again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled
against her lips, before slowly stepping back. “Oh, Victoria, if you ever sass
me like that in a meeting again, I’m going to bend you over my desk and spank
you.”

Victoria watched as Jack left the
room, envisioning the erotic pleasure that she could get from being bent over
his desk.

Natasha hopped out of her covert car and grabbed her duffle
bag from the backseat. She slammed the door and looked around, knowing that her
team was close by. It was Friday night, and Tammy had invited her to work a
lockdown, guaranteeing deep-pocketed patrons. She said the “big boss” would be
present, along with Chicago’s biggest pimps. The event was dubbed, “The Pimp’s
Gala.” Dozens of women from all over the Midwest were coming out, just for the
privilege of dancing for infamous bottom feeders.

“Hey, Hot Mama!”

Natasha recognized Tammy’s voice
coming from across the street.

Natasha waved as Tammy made her way
over to her and gave her a warm, friendly hug. She was even prettier than the
last time Natasha saw her. They’d only worked a couple of lockdowns together,
but they talked on the phone at least three times a week. Sadly, even though
everything she told Tammy was a lie, Natasha really enjoyed their conversations.

Natasha learned that Tammy was a
single mother to a five-year-old son and struggling to keep a roof over their
heads. Natasha wished that she didn’t have to use Tammy, but, unfortunately,
she was her only way in. Tonight was to be an important bust. Getting all of
the pimps in one room only happened once a year. Not to mention, the man behind
the lockdowns will be present, and Tammy could identify him.

“You look so pretty,” Natasha told
her as they began walking towards the building. “Did you have your makeup
done?”

“Girl, yeah. It’s gonna be a lot of
money in the house tonight. Shit, we all can’t be as naturally pretty as you,”
Tammy said, chuckling.

“Girl, please.” Natasha dismissed.

Natasha followed Tammy up the
walkway, leading to an old Chicago mansion. She was amazed that a place so
beautiful could house such dirty things. She found herself nervous as they
walked up the steps. Tammy began to bang on the door. It was a wonder that
anyone could hear anything over the loud rap music that was

blaring inside, but someone must have because the door flew
open. The same gigantic man with the locs in his hair, from Natasha’s first
lockdown, stood on the other side of the door. Recognizing them both, he
stepped to the side and allowed them entry. They walked into the house and even
though they were early, it was already filled with people. The men were ghetto
chic in colorful, oversized, and flamboyant suits. And the women were stripper
chic in...
nothing
. Looking at the naked women roaming the house, Natasha
was grateful for her fishnet boy shorts and shelf bra.

Tammy asked the big man, “Where do we
go?”

“Second floor, fifth door on your
right,” he grunted, pointing to the stairs.

Tammy led Natasha up the stairs. She stared
over the banister and spotted Deon. He was pimped out in a cream three piece
suit. He was dropping cash on one of the dancers, as she bounced up and down on
his lap. He was blending in perfectly. Natasha could only imagine how much of
the city’s money that it took for Deon to buy his way into this exclusive
party. Not that she cared, she was just happy to have back up.

Natasha and Tammy made their way up
the stairs and into the room designated for the dancers. There had to be at
least eight bedrooms in the massive house, and they only allotted one room for
twenty women.

As they entered the room, Tammy
asked, “Did you bring it?”

Natasha nodded and pulled a bottle of
1800 out of her bag.

By the time they were dressed and
nicely liquored up, they decided to head downstairs. Tammy led the way in a
silver thong, with matching pasties. She was so incredibly comfortable walking
around naked. Natasha once asked her how she did it. She responded by telling
Natasha that she would do anything for her son. Tammy was a loving mother who
doted on her child. Whenever they talked on the phone, she would constantly
gush about her little boy.

Now that Natasha was in the door, she
had made a decision. She was going to spare Tammy. She knew that she couldn’t
warn her verbally, because her entire team would hear her over the microphone
that was hidden in her earring. So, as they were getting dress, Natasha decided
to write her a note. She intended to hand it to Tammy right before the
takedown.

They landed on the first floor, and
Tammy went to work the crowd. Natasha went in search of Deon. When she spotted
him across the room, she maneuvered her way through the crowd to get to him.
But she didn’t get far before someone grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her
in the other direction. She could only see the back of his head as he dragged
her through the crowd. He pulled her into a corner and turned to face her.
Natasha looked into the face of the man that was manhandling her. She gasped
for breath and instantly reverted back to that terrified eighteen-year-old
girl, as she stared into the hateful eyes of the man that took away a chance
Natasha had of having a family of her own... Kevin Bailey.