Chapter 1
She glances up from her laptop and looks over at the time. The clock read 3 am. She sighed to herself and reached for a glass of water taking a sip. Natasha was tired of the same thing every day and every night. Come into the office and review the tapes from the night before. Look over the books and send off the deposit from the night before. Go over any staffing notes her manager wanted to pass on. Then on to the boring parts of inventory for the club.
Her office was not small but it wasn't what you would expect for someone who had more money than Bill Gates. It was an oval shape and decked out in green marble wall coverings with cherry red wood shelving for her various statues and nicknacks. The carpet was deep green, the color of money, with a green and red throw rug leading to her desk from the door. It wasn't exactly a door, more of an elevator that you had to pass by her assistant to enter. The south side of her office wall had a large 500 gallon salt water fish tank that stretched from one end to the other. The largest piece of furniture in her office was a desk that looked antique and solid as a rock. A deep cheery red stain on the desk with gold fixtures in the four corners of the desk along with the same accents to the handles of her drawers. Behind her desk was a window scape that showed a perfect view of the Las Vegas strip. To the left of her desk is double doors that stayed shut.
Natasha leaned back in her chair and spun around glancing at the green hue that shown from the MGM. She ran her hand through her hair and sat forward. Kicking her heels off she stood and moved to the window glancing out. It was a clear night in the desert this evening. There were no clouds in the sky and the wind was barely blowing. Staring down at the Strip, she watched as hundreds of mortals packed the street. Letting out a sigh, she blinked as the moisture of her breath caught against the glass fogging it up. She laughed softly to herself as she ran her finger over it.
Just then something caught her eye down towards the entrance to her club. She leaned her head against the glass and squinted her eyes to focus. What ever it was had left in the blink of an eye. Shaking her head, she started to scan the various flip flop wearing, t-shirt and shorts with cameras around there necks, tourists, for what she had seen when her office phone rang.
"Yes?" she said as she picked up the phone and slid to sit on the desk.
"The gentlemen you were expecting is here to see you Ms. Zorryn," said her assistant on the other end of the line.
"Ah yes, please do let him come up." Natasha was slipping on her heels as she hung up the phone.
As the double doors to the elevator opened, the man stepped out glancing around the office then finally letting his eyes settle on Natasha. He blinked once and took in a soft breath that no mortal would have been able to hear. Natasha, on the other hand, heard not only that but the pace of his heart speed up just a bit.
To the average man, Natasha was stunning. Her hair was a deep blue black that was straight and fell to mid back. Her eyes were a caramel brown with soft gold flecks scattered about. She had a button nose that matched her oval face with full lips. Her frame was hour glass shaped with curves that would make most men look as she walked past. The only thing stopping her from being runway model material was the fact she only stood 5'3.
She stood once the elevator doors shut and moved around the desk to come meet her guest. She moved half way to greet her visitor and held out her hand. She had to glance up to look at him and her smile was that of a wolf that spotted a juicy rabbit ready to pounce on. When he took her hand he stumbled a bit on his words. "He-llo… Um I mean evening Ms. Zorryn. Thank you for meeting with me tonight".
She leaned closer to him giggling softly as she started her act. And when she spoke you could tell she was not born in the states. Her light Russian accent always seemed to melt into her words when she was hunting. "Oh please call me Natasha, darling. I was starting to think you had forgotten our arrangement tonight, Tony. It is alright I call you Tony isn't it?" she said as she slid her arm into the crook of his and started to lead him to a couch that was across from her desk. Even in this form she could pick up on little things. She smelled the anxiousness of this man as her hand touched his. She felt through her fingers that his heart rate picked up even more as she started to talk to him. Men were always thinking with the wrong head when she started to bat her eyelashes.
As they sat next to each other on the couch he came to grip and pulled his eyes away from her features and glanced at his briefcase.
He cleared his throat. "No by all means call me anything you wish." Quickly he looked back up to Natasha and then back down to his bag stumbling over the lock.
"I mean yes Tony is fine. Now onto the gala in New York that will start on April 1st. I have concerns on the guest list. You only invited 200 people for this private seeing of your latest artist. Are you not concerned that it wont get the coverage your artist needs?" He said, glancing from the paper work he pulled out and then looking towards Nat.
She had poured them both a glass of white wine, then handed him one leaning closer to him to glance over the paperwork he held in his hands. Her right shoulder brushing his left as a few stray strands of her long black hair fell from behind her ear to his shoulder letting him get the scent of her Jasmine scented shampoo she used that night. Taking a sip she looked over the papers.
"No that looks correct. You have to understand, Tony, this is a very select few I have invited and will get the most …" she paused looking at him with soft doe eyes, "What is the phrase you use..more bang for your buck?" Taking one more sip of the wine she gave him a sultry half smile.
He swallowed hard then took a sip himself to wet his mouth. "Why yes that is the correct saying." He smiled at her allowing himself to take in a deep breath taking in her scent and closing his eyes. "So, um, Natasha, your young artist wouldn't be someone that..." he let his words trail off as he opened his eyes and looked up at her again.
Natasha laughed to herself thinking, "Typical man wanting to know all about me already just to see if he can get me into bed for one fling." Leaning back on the couch and finishing off her glass she smiled softly.
"He is my best friends husband that has had it rough since the recession. I am footing the bill because I know he is good. If he sells only 10% of his work I will triple my investment. I am ruthless when it comes to business, Tony my dear. Almost as ruthless as I am when it comes to pleasing my partners in bed." She winked at him just as his glass hit the ground after he dropped it. He stood quickly to pick it up as her office phone rang. She excused herself as he was apologizing for the spill, and picked up the phone.
She sat at the edge of the desk crossing her legs in a way that allowed him to see the muscle tone in her calves and thighs. Adjusting her dress, she smiled at Tony as he sat back down and listened to the man on the other end of the phone. Natasha responded with a yes and hung up the phone.
"I'm sorry, Tony." She said as she slipped off the desk and moved towards him to take his hand and stand him up. "I'm afraid I have an emergency that I must take care of right away."
He nodded as he picked up his briefcase and manilla folder that had the details of the guest list in it.
"Now you have my personal cell number and if you need anything don't hesitate night or day to give me a call," She said. She started to lead him towards the elevator doors as she smiled softly at him. "And I do mean anything." Pausing at the double doors she turned him to face her and placed both hands on his chest pinning his back against the doors. Pressing her small frame against his, she looked up into his eyes and gave out a soft gasp as she leaned in towards him. Just then, the doors opened and he fell back into the elevator. She winked at him as the doors closed.
Once she was sure he had left the club she looked back over at her desk and picked up her cell. Glancing though her contact list she found the contact named "Ass Hole" and hit call.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" she screamed into the phone. "I have a business to run and I don't like it when I am summoned like a puppy! And worst of all you have that mutt call? I will be mentioning this to Will." The man on the other end of the line laughed and hung up the phone. She let out a growl and tossed the phone at her desk, the small electronic device smashing into pieces. The hair on the back of her neck was starting to stand on end and her breathing started to pick up. She knew this was a safe place to wolf out but she would rather not pay for the expensive repairs that side of her would cause. She took slow deep breaths and closed her eyes. Once she was satisfied it was safe she turned and picked up her keys and turned to leave her office.
