Chapter 4 - Back to Business

Dylan woke up to a grey themed room that had some shades of white here and there. The room also carried the same rosy vanilla fragrance which pleased his nostrils. He looked to the side and saw Chelsea sleeping soundly.

Even in this slumbering state, she still looked cute and innocently sweet to gaze upon. They had obviously enjoyed themselves the previous night. Due to their drunken state, he couldn't recall the details vividly but he could tell his little man was totally pleased.

He also remembered asking her about Black Ceaza but all she gave was gibberish answers. He had finally discarded the discussion and put her mouth to good use. Yes, that wasn't gibberish.

He got up and picked his underwear from where they lay haphazardly on the floor. After pulling up his pants, he heard Chelsea moan loudly in awakening. He immediately turned.

"Hello" he greeted with a smile. She was bare from her waist upwards but she didn't mind. He also liked the view of her firm sizable breasts as the morning light invaded the room through the blinds and descended on them, making them glow.

"Good morning Mr. Cross" she greeted as she sat up on the bed, her eyes still holding a certain dimness to them.

"I hope you were satisfied yesterday" he asked with a smirk as he buttoned his shirt.

"I can't remember, I think I had too much alcohol" she chuckled and bit her lower lip.

"That, I think you did on purpose, Ms. Landore" Dylan replied and threw over his suit jacket. 

"So when are we doing the proper business talk?" she asked, climbing down from the bed and throwing on a silky robe. She followed him out of the room as he made to the lounge.

"Sorry, I'm off to work, we can do that later in the afternoon. At my office, if it's really business" he stressed the later part.

She squinted her eyes. She could tell he was very pleased. "OK Mr. Cross. See you soon" she said and watched him leave the lounge. 

The moment the door closed, she yelped in triumph. Then the door opened and Dylan's head popped in. 

"Sorry, I must have dropped my access card in your room" he said and stepped in.

"I'll get it" she said and strode hastily to her room. On the sidetable she saw the golden card with his name inscribed on it. 'DYLAN CROSS' She picked it up and noticed the MVIP inscribed below it.

"You didn't tell me you had a lounge here" she folded her hands, looking at him. 

"That would have attracted media attention if we went there" he explained.

She considered it and found reason with it, handing him the access card.

"So it's see you later then" he winked and exited the room.

This time, she locked the door before yelping again. She knew she had him hooked now. He definitely wanted to see her again and that meant more closeness to him. Had he not been pleased, he probably would have postponed their meeting to somewhere in two weeks or referred her to his personal assistant. 

She turned to the center table and grabbed the unfinished bottle of bourbon. She gulped down the little remnants of its content and laid the bottle back on the tray. She wondered when Dylan finished his the previous night. All she remembered was serving him one glass.

She rushed to her room and grabbed her phone. She swiped to safari and started doing research on diamonds. She wasn't going to let herself down in such discussions. 

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Dylan waltzed into his office and collapsed into his spinning chair. He caressed his glabella as he rested his arms on his desk. He looked at the pile of documents on his desk and exhaled. Just as he was about phoning his assistant, he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in" he called.

The door swung open and his assistant walked in. She was a blonde lady who had fairly noticeable features. She was dedicated but he disliked her for always trying to pin herself on him. She wore revealing clothes to work and always swayed her hips excessively whenever he was in sight.

"Good morning Sir" she greeted with a grin, flashing a set of dentition he found unappealing. To be blunt, she didn't have the looks to impress him.

"Morning Selina" he acknowledged her.

"The mayor is requesting a meeting at The Skylands Hotel, scheduled for next weekend" she informed him.

"Did he say what it's for?" he asked, obviously not intrigued with the news. The mayor always asked to see him when he needed something from him.

"No sir. But we can always decline" Selina replied, hoping to lighten his displeased mood.

"We can't just always decline when it comes to the mayor" he said. 

"OK sir. I'll book the reservation" she said and motioned to leave.

"Attend to these for me please" he called her and gestured to the pile of documents. 

"Gladly, Sir" she grinned again and leaned forward as she grabbed the pile of documents from his desk. She was unnecessarily slow, purposely delaying so he would notice her cleavage as she had unbuttoned her shirt at her breast region before entering his office.

Contrary to her expectations, he paid no attention to her. 

"It's not that much documents, Selina" he plainly said, his eyes fixed on the laptop before him.

Her expression sank. With shame, she hurriedly packed the files and left the office.

He shook his head in pity and threw it backwards. Chelsea's image immediately surfaced. He went over several details of her. The sight of her breasts under the early morning light. Her cute sleeping face. The shape of her body beneath her silky robe. She was undoubtedly a perfect sculpture. 

Ring! His phone rang, intruding his thoughts. He reached for it and lazily grabbed it, sliding the green caller indicator. 

"Pope"

He sat up immediately he heard the voice. "What's up Bishop?" he answered. 

"You gotta see this boss" Bishop said.