The Seduction Series
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Adult +
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18
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The Seduction Series, Chapter 10
The Seduction Series,
Chapter 10
By LKraemer
Christian rebounded smirking to himself while tearing the envelope open. His eyes blinked nervously while scanning the paper, his hands slightly trembling.
“I don’t need this bullshit!,” he snarled, tossing the paper aside.
Christian hurriedly began to dress. He gasped trying to zip up his pants over his huge erection, still throbbing immensely underneath.
“Shit! Now I’ve got a real bad case of goddamn blue balls!” he grimaced.
He turned swiftly, grabbing the envelope and snatched his cell phone off the table and briskly headed out the door, slamming it on his way out.
Walking with a rapid pace to his car, he dialed Sean’s cell phone number frantically.
“Sean!” he snapped angrily into the phone as he drove off in a huff.
“Christian, how’s your asshole?” Sean asked smartly.
“Never mind my asshole Sean, we’ve got more important issues to deal with!” Christian retorted, cutting him off.
“Our goddamn anesthesiologist has filed lawsuit against us for wrongful dismissal!” Christian uttered with an angry hiss into the phone.
Christian noticed that there was a sudden pause on the other end.
“Sean!?” Christian was becoming impatient by the delayed reply.
“I see we’re in a pissy mood now, Christian. Come to the office and we’ll settle it, alright?” Sean replied calmly.
“But-,” Christian went to speak again but realized Sean had hung up.
“Son of a Bitch!” Christian muttered to himself, tossing the cell phone aside on the passenger seat.
While driving, Christian’s eyes and mind wandered.
He reached down and turned on his radio and quickly realized that the chorus was very familiar…..
“I’ve got the brains, you’ve got the looks
Let’s make lots of money
You’ve got the brawn, I’ve got the brains
Let’s make lots of money
“Opportunities” by the Pet Shop Boys blared from the speakers.
“WTF, I don’t remember loaning my car out to Sean…. Shit! He’s even worse than that damn maniac, Escobar for liking his goddamn 80s music!” he mumbled.
As his eyes focused back on his driving he couldn’t help but notice the buffet of opportunities walking down the palm-tree lined street.
One line of the song echoed in his thoughts,
“Ask yourself this question, do you want to be rich?” then back to the chorus,
I’ve got the brains, you’ve got the looks
Let’s make lots of money
“This damn song keeps following me around like a friggin hemorrhoid and I really don’t need one of those right now,” he winced slamming his fist against the steering wheel. He then reached down to his radio and quickly flicked the channel to another.
He arrived at the office. The tires screeched as he pulled into his parking space.
Clutching the envelope in one hand he slammed the car door behind him.
Christian stormed into the office banging the office door open.
“Christian!” Sean looked up from his paperwork.
Christian flung the envelope in his face. “Read it and weep, Sean!” “We’re gonna be up shit’s creek without a paddle NOW, thanks to Liz!” he shouted, crossing his arms across his chest.
Sean pulled the paper slowly out of the envelope, taking his time his face grew serious with concentration.
“It was your ass that got us into this damn mess, Christian!” Sean remarked in a tone of retaliation.
Taken aback by Sean’s nonchalant reaction, Christian became further outraged.
“We haven’t got that kind of cash flow just sitting around, Sean!” he yelled, slamming his fist on Sean’s desk.
“You need to calm down, Christian!” Sean snapped back with harshness as he was getting annoyed by Christian’s temper escalating.
“We don’t need this damn bullshit, Sean!” Christian waved a finger at him.
Christian slightly turned, shoving both hands into his pant pockets, glaring at him over the rim of his sunglasses.
“No, we don’t, Christian” Sean piped back with sarcasm in his tone.
“That’s why you are going to go and talk to Miss Diva,” Sean quickly pointed out.
“Me?!” Christian argued.
“Your charming good looks have always gotten our asses out of trouble before, Christian.
You’ve done it in the past, you’ll succeed again,” Sean added in an informative tone, and with a knowing smile.
“She already rejected my advances, Sean” Christian snorted, flopping himself into a nearby chair.
“So improvise, Christian,” Sean replied smugly.
“That’s because your small brain did the thinking…….now put your big brain to work,” Sean replied while tapping his head.
Christian was speechless, realizing for once he couldn’t argue Sean’s point.
Sean leaned back in his chair sighing, placing his hands behind his head. “You’ll think of something,” Sean grinned.
“Fine!” Christian snapped back and got up, snatching the envelope and left the office in a huff.
He hopped in the car, powering up the engine.
Before taking off, he punched the address of Miss Diva’s office into the GPS on his dashboard.
Moments later the directions popped up and he roared out of the parking garage.
“Fine, I’ll show Sean that I can use both brains at the same time!” he muttered under his breath.
Twenty minutes later he arrived at Miss Diva’s office still pondering his strategy and just as he was about to knock on the door, it abruptly opened.
“Hello, Dr. Troy, I’ve been expecting you."
To Be Continued
Chapter 10
By LKraemer
Christian rebounded smirking to himself while tearing the envelope open. His eyes blinked nervously while scanning the paper, his hands slightly trembling.
“I don’t need this bullshit!,” he snarled, tossing the paper aside.
Christian hurriedly began to dress. He gasped trying to zip up his pants over his huge erection, still throbbing immensely underneath.
“Shit! Now I’ve got a real bad case of goddamn blue balls!” he grimaced.
He turned swiftly, grabbing the envelope and snatched his cell phone off the table and briskly headed out the door, slamming it on his way out.
Walking with a rapid pace to his car, he dialed Sean’s cell phone number frantically.
“Sean!” he snapped angrily into the phone as he drove off in a huff.
“Christian, how’s your asshole?” Sean asked smartly.
“Never mind my asshole Sean, we’ve got more important issues to deal with!” Christian retorted, cutting him off.
“Our goddamn anesthesiologist has filed lawsuit against us for wrongful dismissal!” Christian uttered with an angry hiss into the phone.
Christian noticed that there was a sudden pause on the other end.
“Sean!?” Christian was becoming impatient by the delayed reply.
“I see we’re in a pissy mood now, Christian. Come to the office and we’ll settle it, alright?” Sean replied calmly.
“But-,” Christian went to speak again but realized Sean had hung up.
“Son of a Bitch!” Christian muttered to himself, tossing the cell phone aside on the passenger seat.
While driving, Christian’s eyes and mind wandered.
He reached down and turned on his radio and quickly realized that the chorus was very familiar…..
“I’ve got the brains, you’ve got the looks
Let’s make lots of money
You’ve got the brawn, I’ve got the brains
Let’s make lots of money
“Opportunities” by the Pet Shop Boys blared from the speakers.
“WTF, I don’t remember loaning my car out to Sean…. Shit! He’s even worse than that damn maniac, Escobar for liking his goddamn 80s music!” he mumbled.
As his eyes focused back on his driving he couldn’t help but notice the buffet of opportunities walking down the palm-tree lined street.
One line of the song echoed in his thoughts,
“Ask yourself this question, do you want to be rich?” then back to the chorus,
I’ve got the brains, you’ve got the looks
Let’s make lots of money
“This damn song keeps following me around like a friggin hemorrhoid and I really don’t need one of those right now,” he winced slamming his fist against the steering wheel. He then reached down to his radio and quickly flicked the channel to another.
He arrived at the office. The tires screeched as he pulled into his parking space.
Clutching the envelope in one hand he slammed the car door behind him.
Christian stormed into the office banging the office door open.
“Christian!” Sean looked up from his paperwork.
Christian flung the envelope in his face. “Read it and weep, Sean!” “We’re gonna be up shit’s creek without a paddle NOW, thanks to Liz!” he shouted, crossing his arms across his chest.
Sean pulled the paper slowly out of the envelope, taking his time his face grew serious with concentration.
“It was your ass that got us into this damn mess, Christian!” Sean remarked in a tone of retaliation.
Taken aback by Sean’s nonchalant reaction, Christian became further outraged.
“We haven’t got that kind of cash flow just sitting around, Sean!” he yelled, slamming his fist on Sean’s desk.
“You need to calm down, Christian!” Sean snapped back with harshness as he was getting annoyed by Christian’s temper escalating.
“We don’t need this damn bullshit, Sean!” Christian waved a finger at him.
Christian slightly turned, shoving both hands into his pant pockets, glaring at him over the rim of his sunglasses.
“No, we don’t, Christian” Sean piped back with sarcasm in his tone.
“That’s why you are going to go and talk to Miss Diva,” Sean quickly pointed out.
“Me?!” Christian argued.
“Your charming good looks have always gotten our asses out of trouble before, Christian.
You’ve done it in the past, you’ll succeed again,” Sean added in an informative tone, and with a knowing smile.
“She already rejected my advances, Sean” Christian snorted, flopping himself into a nearby chair.
“So improvise, Christian,” Sean replied smugly.
“That’s because your small brain did the thinking…….now put your big brain to work,” Sean replied while tapping his head.
Christian was speechless, realizing for once he couldn’t argue Sean’s point.
Sean leaned back in his chair sighing, placing his hands behind his head. “You’ll think of something,” Sean grinned.
“Fine!” Christian snapped back and got up, snatching the envelope and left the office in a huff.
He hopped in the car, powering up the engine.
Before taking off, he punched the address of Miss Diva’s office into the GPS on his dashboard.
Moments later the directions popped up and he roared out of the parking garage.
“Fine, I’ll show Sean that I can use both brains at the same time!” he muttered under his breath.
Twenty minutes later he arrived at Miss Diva’s office still pondering his strategy and just as he was about to knock on the door, it abruptly opened.
“Hello, Dr. Troy, I’ve been expecting you."
To Be Continued