Free The Suicide Princess by Anthony Bryan Page B

He had a way about him that made it seem as though he felt like he owned the place, as if he were saying, “This is mine.”
    Stephanie walked slowly towards Derrick, staring at him as she seductively placed one foot in front of the other, wagging her hips with each step. She reached the loveseat and stood before him, standing with her legs slightly spread.
    “I'm here,” she said. “And I am dressed exactly as you instructed.....sir.”

Chapter Four:
Becoming Bad
     
    Derrick sat in the plush couch, surrounded by the pleasant odor of brewing coffee. The shop was filled with patrons, but he couldn’t focus on anyone but the woman standing before him. Derrick saw Stephanie wearing a white, three-button blouse, a form fitting red skirt, and black stockings. As his gaze moved down past her legs, he saw her wearing a pair of black heels with a small platform and a five-inch heel. The heels had a buckled ankle strap, and in the back of his mind, even though he had no intention of telling her so, he knew Stephanie completely nailed it. Derrick could see the faint outline of Stephanie’s black bra beneath her white shirt, and he didn’t want to waste another minute.
    “Sir?” Derrick asked without standing from his seat. “I like that. And just what will I call you?”
    “You can call me anything your heart desires,” Stephanie replied.
    “For tonight, I just want to call you mine,” Derrick said with a seductive tone.
    “Then come take what’s yours.”
    Derrick stood and reached his hand toward Stephanie ’s. Their fingers intertwined as they held hands, and Derrick led Stephanie to the door.
    “Do you live close by?” Stephanie asked.
    “I live in the building right next door. The doorman is kind of a pain in the ass, so if you ever visit, it’s just easier to have me come down and meet you.”
    Derrick walked Stephanie to a large, red brick apartment building adjacent to the coffee shop. They approached the d oor, and a smartly dressed doorman welcomed Derrick back as he opened the door for the pair. Once inside, Stephanie was impressed by the building’s lobby which was the complete opposite of the building’s plain, nondescript fascia. The lobby was adorned with marble floors, beautiful brass fixtures, and exquisite art deco lighting.
    “You live here?” Stephanie asked with disbelief.
    “That’s what my driver’s license says,” replied Derrick in his typical smart ass demeanor.
    “I ’m impressed. Being a private investigator must be paying well these days,” Stephanie said as Derrick pressed the elevator call button.
    The elevator doors retracted open as Derrick was responding, “I ’m not a private investigator, you brat.”
    The two entered the vacant elevator, and Derrick pressed the button for the eleventh floor. As the elevator began i ts ascent, Derrick grabbed Stephanie and pushed her into the corner. The two fell into a passionate kiss as Derrick grabbed Stephanie’s waist with both hands, pulling her in closer to him.
    His left hand maintained its grip on Stephanie ’s waist as his right hand firmly grabbed her ass. “Like being a little brat?” he asked.
    “Depends,” said Stephanie. “Will it get me into trouble?”
    “A lot of trouble,” Derrick whispered between kissing her.
    Stephanie gasped and answered, “Then I love being a brat.”
    As the elevator reached its destination, Derrick gripped Stephanie’s hand and again led her as they went to his apartment. As they entered, Stephanie walked into a large, open floor plan apartment. The floors were gloss black marble, the walls were red brick, and the ceilings were black, industrial-style with exposed air vents and girders. The ultra-modern apartment was finished off with beautiful black leather furniture, and unique pieces of art and decor adorning the walls. Along the rear wall of the large apartment was a complete, fully chromed motorcycle.
    “Oh my God, is that motorcycle real?” Stephanie asked.
    “It