Strangelove
Chapter 4
Less than 24 hours later, Sadie Harrison preened before the full-length mirror, readying herself for a late-night rendezvous of her own.
Disregarding the subzero Canadian wintertime temperatures, she arrayed herself for this appointment in her shortest black skirt and most revealing hot-pink top. Black stockings and her pointy-toed, spike heel boots completed the ensemble.
Tossing her long, stick-straight flaxen hair over one shoulder, she smiled brazenly.
"He'll never be able to turn this down!"
She strode arrogantly to her car, making her quick, but so purposeful drive. Pulling up outside her destination, she was stopped just outside the gates.
"Your name?" the uniformed security guard asked.
"Sadie Harrison..." she purred.
"I'm here for Darius Mills..."
The guard eyed her up and down appreciatively.
"Yeah... I bet you are..." he thought.
"One moment, please" he verbalized in his most respectful tone.
After speaking briefly on the telephone, he waved her in. She drove through the iron gates, up to the endlessly sprawling white mansion.
"Nice place... I could definitely get used to this... And I will..."
Parking her car, she approached the wide portal, and rang the doorbell. To her surprise, Darius himself answered the door.
"Sadie Harrison. Do come in..." Darius greeted her smoothly.
"Thank you" she said, flashing her capped teeth in return.
He escorted her into his large, sunken living room. It was elaborately and expensively decorated, with velvet couches and a large grand piano in one corner. The back wall contained french doors, leading to his large veranda and beautifully landscaped gardens.
"You do have an awesome place here..." she breathed.
"Much nicer than Tommy's... that looks like a shack in comparison. What was I thinking... "
"Thanks. I like it. You were here once before." Darius remarked.
"You noticed." she purred, crossing her legs demurely at the ankles.
"I notice everything, girl..."
"I'll just bet you do..."
"Would you like some wine. I have a very good merlot here you might like."
"Sure"
He poured some into an expensively plain crystal glass that matched his own. When she raised it to her lips, he spoke again.
"So? What brings you here at night?"
"I have a proposition I'd like to discuss with you..."
"I'm all yours, girl." Darius replied, intuiting from her body language the deliciousness of her scheme.
"Well... first, I thought you'd like to know... seems your little "virgin" Jude is having a hot affair... She's not so innocent after all..."
"Oh?" Darius's ears perked up.
"Yes... And guess who she's doing..."
"Spill, girl!" he demanded.
"Little Tommy Q. Boyz Attack's own. Your prize producer."
"He ain't no prize!" Darius spit out, his voice laced with contempt.
"Tell me about it!" Sadie replied, blending sarcasm with bitterness.
"Yeah... I guess you would know..." he replied. "Tell me more. Everything."
"Jude goes over there, three, four times a week. She stays there all night. You can guess the rest..."
"How'd you find this out?" Darius asked.
"I have my ways..." Sadie said seductively, strategically tossing her golden hair over her shoulder.
"Yeah... I'll bet you do... And I"ll bet they're damm good!" Darius thought.
"Seriously..." she continued, knowing he needed more enticement. "I am her sister. I do have to live with her. So, I heard the phone calls. One night I followed her..."
Darius nodded, carefully processing this new information.
"Ok... So, why did you come to me?"
"Simple. I want this stopped. I figured you would, too. And together, we can make that happen. I thought we'd make a great team..." she stroked.
Darius subtlety looked her over, checking out every generous curve on her body.
"Quincy gave that up? To nail Jude? Always knew the boy was a damm fool..."
"Yeah. I gotta agree with you, Sadie." Darius responded.
"So? We bust em?" she asked cheerfully.
"You got it." he promised her.
"Cheers" she replied, giving him a sexy wink.
Their clinking glasses tinkled.