Chapter 16: Public Composition

"So you're sure you're okay with increasing your hours to full time?" Sean asked Christian in the breakroom hoping for a positive answer, but in his heart of hearts not being sure that a week of working four hours didn't exhaust him already. He had been very ill not so long ago after all and he had to mind his friend's health when making work decisions.

"I have one condition," Christian answered, "you stop checking my pulse any time you feel like it."

"There's a woman here who claims you wanna speak to her, Christian," Linda popped her head in, "and since that's not at all unlikely if it's about women," she frowned, "well, here she is."

The woman in question squeezed past her. She had a skirt on that reached all the way down to her feet, but was slit on both sides so her legs were showing, giving the best view of the only part of her that was naturally beautiful. On her top she had a spacious t shirt on, that mostly covered her disproportionate upper half. She wasn't ugly, but Sean could tell she had plastic surgery to thank for that, along with the mistake about her age. An experienced surgeon could see she was in her late fourties, but other people probably thought she was in her thirties.

"I hear prices went up," she started.

"Where did you hear that? Cause it's not true," Sean supplied immediately.

"Jasmine, this is Sean McNamara, my business associate," Christian introduced him.

"Oh, I'm not interested in procedures. I've got my own personal surgeon for that," she sat on the table in front of Christian, revealing her thighs, "four hundred thousand for a ten minutes good hard fuck is it?"

"Sweatheart, I'm married."

"And since when is that a predicament? So am I, as you know. My dear husband will not even notice this disappearing off the account," she pulled a check out her purse and slowly dropped it in front of Christian.

Christian glanced at it, then leaned back, "it's not signed."

"It will be once you agree on ten minutes of you orally pleasing me, then provide me with the hardest cock inside me for another ten."

"Eee...I was in hospital recently...nothing catchy, but I don't think I'm up to..."

"Don't tell me you wanna raise stacks," Jasmine narrowed her eyes.

"No, it's just..."

"Holy Mother of Jesus!" Sean slowly put the check back in front of Christian after he looked at it, "you should say yes for eight hundred thousand!"

"I was negotiating here Sean," Christian cast him a killer glance, "I have some things to consider," he put his hand on Jasmine's leg, "and the most important is...I wanna talk to my wife if I may," he pulled his cell phone out standing up.

"Why? I don't like threesomes."

"I need to get her approval."

"What? And will she aggree?"

"God, I hope so," Sean sighed out when Christian ignored them and left him with Jasmine, walking out to talk in private, "don't worry, she's not the jealous type that way." I wonder what her new religion says about this though? He added to himself.

tbc