The Domination Game

DAVIS

Davis Mills was a man in demand. A rancher and oil man by birth, a playboy by choice. Born and raised in Houston, Texas, he had a soft spot for whiskey, women, and his ranch.

But right now, he was in Boston, trying to salvage his grandfather’s company after his father had nearly run it into the ground.

Standing at six-foot-four, Davis was a hit with the ladies. His mother always said his sandy blond hair and blue eyes made him quite the catch.

Tonight, he had his sights set on a petite Bostonian named Sandy. She was a blonde beauty, the most attractive he’d seen in a while.

They strolled into the latest hot spot in downtown Boston, where his best friend Richie was waiting for him in one of the exclusive booths, a woman by his side.

“What’s up, man?” Richie greeted, standing to shake Davis’s hand.

“Just trying to sort out the mess at the company. My dad nearly tanked it. Now I’m left to clean up his mess,” Davis replied. “We’ve got consultants coming in the next three weeks to help straighten things out.”

Richie nodded. “I heard you’ve been doing a great job. You’re back on top in the oil industry. Congrats.”

A waitress brought over the rum and coke Richie had ordered for him.

“Yeah, things are looking up,” Davis said, chuckling as Sandy ran her hands over his chest while chatting with Richie’s date.

As Davis sat there, laughing and enjoying himself, a woman walked past their table. She didn’t glance their way, didn’t even seem to notice him. But there was something about her.

He didn’t get a good look at her face, but her back view was stunning. Her black dress was perfect, not too tight, not too loose. Unlike the other women who wore their dresses like second skins.

Her hair was a light brown or dark blonde, styled in an updo. But what really caught his eye was the red silk ribbon crisscrossing down her back, tied in a bow just above her ass.

He noticed she was wearing stockings, real stockings like women wore in the fifties. The black lines running up the back of her legs were tantalizing, hinting at the treasures hidden beneath her dress.

She stood at the edge of the dance floor, swaying to the music. It looked like she was on the hunt for some company.

Richie noticed Davis’s intense gaze and started laughing. “What are you staring at, man?” he asked.

Davis nodded towards the woman, and Richie let out a low whistle. “Wow, she’s hot!”

Sandy was trying to engage him in conversation, but he was too distracted. He was pretending to listen when he saw the woman stiffen and slowly turn around. Their eyes met.

Sandy was whispering in his ear, kissing his neck, but he barely registered her touch. He was too focused on the woman in front of him, who was watching Sandy’s attempts to seduce him with a sly smile. And he found himself liking it.

He was captivated by her. He couldn’t look away. When their eyes met again, she winked at him.

Her boldness surprised him, and he blinked a few times, thinking, Did she really just do that? Yes, she had.

When he didn’t react, just sat there like a fool, she shrugged and disappeared into the crowd.

Davis jumped up, causing the girls to squeal and Richie to laugh, calling him back. But he couldn’t stay. There was something about this woman, something about the way she watched another woman try to seduce him...and he wanted to find out what it was!

He made his way to the dance floor, scanning the crowd for her. When he couldn’t find her, he ran a hand through his hair, chuckling at his own stupidity before heading back to his table.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Richie asked, laughing.

Davis put his arm around Sandy, pulling her close, giving her the attention she craved. “No, man. She’s gone.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink, then kissed Sandy.

He tried to put the woman out of his mind and enjoy the rest of his night. They were all laughing, and Sandy was getting frisky, signaling it was time to head back to his place, when he saw her again.

She was on the dance floor with a man, and Davis felt a surge of annoyance. She was dancing with him, letting him press himself against her.

Her head fell back, and she wrapped an arm around the man’s neck as he kissed her. A sly smile played on her lips.

When she opened her eyes, they met Davis’s. She kept dancing with the man, letting him grind against her, all the while holding Davis’s gaze.

He felt a possessive urge towards this woman. He wanted to pull her away from that man and claim her for himself.

She gave him that sexy smile again, chuckling as she watched him watch her.

She spun around, whispering something into her partner’s ear. He pulled back, smirking like he’d just hit the damn lottery.

And Davis couldn’t help but think that the jerk might have just done that.

He agreed to her proposal with a look that only served to piss Davis off even more.

When the guy began to lead her off the dance floor, a smug grin plastered on his face, Davis could’ve kicked himself for not getting to her first.

She whispered something to the guy and then paused. Just before she disappeared from Davis’s view, she waved goodbye, making it clear that she’d seen him and knew he was watching.

“Damn it!” he growled.

“Hey, what’s up, Bubba?” Richie asked, pulling his mouth away from the girl he was currently devouring.

Davis glanced at the spot where she’d been, but she was gone.

“Nothin’. Don’t worry about it.”

“If you say so.” Richie grinned.

ADIRE

Boston has been a whirlwind lately. Meeting a new client is like meeting a man for the first time: you always put your best foot forward.

My hair isn’t that long, just a bit past my shoulders, but I decided to wear it down today. My dress was a black-and-white pinstriped V-neck, sleeveless, with a small belt around my waist.

I thought a crisp white blouse with long sleeves would give the outfit a clean, professional look. I even put on my black tie just for the occasion.

I slipped on my black stilettos and long black leather jacket, grabbed my sunglasses from the dresser, picked up my laptop, cell, and binder, and headed out the door.

Today, I was consulting for one of the biggest oil companies in the US.

After getting out of the cab, I walked into the building and headed to the reception desk. I introduced myself and mentioned that Yancy Clark should be expecting me for our nine o’clock.

I rolled my eyes internally as I waited patiently for confirmation that I was expected.

An assistant came to fetch me, and I was led back into a massive office, where my new client was sitting behind a sleek black desk.

He stood up and extended his hand to me. “Ms. Black. I’m Yancy Clark. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” I replied, taking my seat.

“The owner wanted to be here today as well but seems to be running late this morning.”

I could see the irritation in his eyes over his boss’s lack of consideration.

I took out my laptop, not really caring but being polite. “Yes, well, after the latest snowstorm, the roads are a bit messy. I’m sure he’ll be in as soon as he can,” I assured him.

My laptop was ready to go, and I was prepared to get my day started. “Do you think he’ll mind if we start without him, then?”

***

An hour later, I heard the door open as Mr. Clark and I wrapped up our meeting. He had given me a long list of things he wanted me to advise on.

“That, Ms. Black, is quite a load I dropped in your lap this morning. Do you think you can handle that all by yourself?” he asked me in his cowboy drawl.

I chuckled at him. “I have a team I work with, Mr. Clark, and I’m very good at what I do.

“If they sent you to me, then they knew you needed someone who could get this job done for you in a proficient and timely manner.”

Mr. Clark’s eyes went up as footsteps made their way toward me. “Ms. Black, I would like you to meet the owner of Gravin Oil, Davis Mills.”

As he stepped before me, I recognized him as the man from the nightclub a couple of weeks ago.

His hand came out to me, and I shook it politely. “Adire Black,” I introduced myself with ease, not letting on that I recognized him.

“Davis Mills,” he said arrogantly.

DAVIS

When Davis walked into the room, the last thing he had expected was a female consultant. He straightened out his jacket as he approached Yancy and the woman for introductions.

When he got closer, he recognized her immediately, and his smile turned smug. This woman was already making a play for him. That’s why she was at the club that night.

She acted like she didn’t recognize him, but he knew that she did as she introduced herself. And that made him smile even more.

After their introductions were made, he leaned back on the desk with his arms crossed, watching her as she and Yancy discussed when she thought she could give them an update on the proposal she’d be working on.

“I think I should have everything wrapped up nicely for you in three to four weeks’ time, Mr. Clark,” she told him confidently as she got up.

“Excellent! We’ll call in a week or two to check in,” he proposed, and she smiled, nodding as she put her bag over her arm.

“It was a pleasure meeting you,” she assured them, extending her hand once again.

Yancy took it, smiling at her. Then Davis grasped her hand and didn’t let go as quickly as he should have. Her eyes met his, and a brow went up in question before he released her.

She looked at him and then turned to leave. When she was gone, Yancy fell into his seat. “Davis, what the hell are you doing? She’s a consultant we hired to help the company.

“Gravin Oil doesn’t need any more scandals in its future. Your father provided a shitload for us already!” he groused.

But Davis ignored him, trotting out the door to catch his assistant, Terry, just in time to take the jacket that was Adire Black’s.

When he went out to the lobby, she was looking down, texting someone, not even noticing he was there. He cleared his throat, and she looked up in surprise.

He held up her jacket for her as she slipped into it.

“Thank you, Mr. Mills,” she said politely, taking her things and heading to the elevator. Her phone dinged, and she chuckled as she read the text she’d just gotten.

She was in the middle of reading a new text when she noticed he was still standing there. “Sorry, did you need something?” she asked, pressing the elevator button.

“Actually, I was thinking we could grab a drink tonight,” he suggested, letting his charm do the talking. They both knew why she was here. Why deny it?

She gave him a once-over, but the smile he remembered from the club was absent. “I don’t drink,” she told him.

He stepped closer, surprised when she didn’t retreat or become flustered. She didn’t even bat an eyelash, unlike most women around him.

“Dinner, then? You do eat, right, Ms. Black?” He couldn’t help but grin as he met her captivating gaze.

The elevator doors slid open, and she stepped inside without answering. Once inside, she turned to face him. “I do eat, Mr. Mills. Just not with clients.”

“What about after you’re done working for me?” he asked.

She pressed the button to close the doors, not uttering a word. But just as the doors were about to close, that smile—the one that drove him wild—slowly spread across her face.

Well, damn! He knew tonight was going to be interesting. He made a quick stop at Terry’s desk before heading back to his office.

“Make sure Ms. Black gets one of my personal business cards—the one with my home number,” he instructed, a smile playing on his lips.