Free His Secret Desire by Alana Davis Page B

longed for him to be here right now. He could take me in his private jet while we flew to Beijing to further his company’s projected goal. Just the thought of being so high up in the air and in his arms, his throbbing cock pushing in and out of me while his eyes burned into me made me wet.
    My food arrived before me and I pushed the thought of Alexander Strauss’s perfect sexuality out of my mind. I ate slowly and carefully, tasting every succulent morsel of perfectly cooked steak. I laughed out loud when I thought of my typical dinner at my house of baked chicken and microwaved broccoli. A side of brown rice and a glass of red wine from a ten dollar bottle.
    “Alexander is counting on me,” I said aloud to no one. “I can do this.”
    I finished my steak and looked out the window. I was beginning to feel confident.
    I slept like a baby on the jet. When I woke up, the flight attendant informed me we were preparing to land. I buckled myself in my seat and drank coffee as we landed. I looked out on the tarmac and saw that a limousine was waiting for me. I hadn’t needed to do anything; the logistics of the entire trip had been set up for me beforehand. I thanked the flight-crew as I exited the private jet and walked towards the limousine.
    Two men stood by the open door of the limousine. One was obviously the driver and he bowed to me courteously as I approached. The other man was a man that I had expected to be there. Before leaving Alexander’s penthouse he had informed me that while the businessmen that I was going to be negotiating with spoke perfect English, it would be wise to have a translator with me. The translator, he explained, was someone he could trust as well. I was to feel completely at ease with him.
    “Welcome, Miss Dubois,” he said in perfect English. He had no accent I could discern. “I am Richard Chen.”
    “Pleased to meet you Mr. Chen,” I said, shaking his hand. He held out a hand for me to enter in the limousine and I did.
    “It will not be a long ride, please sit back and relax. While you may not need me, please know that I am here for anything you may. Also,” he said, lowering his voice slightly. “I am here to make sure there is no whispering in Chinese that is out of your understanding. Mr. Strauss was perfectly clear that he wants you to be privy to every single bit of information in the meeting, down to the last word.” And with this, Mr. Chen was silent for the rest of the limousine ride.
    I took stock of myself. I was once again dressed to kill in business attire. Very professional, not sexy in the least, but still very feminine. I looked like I could be a CEO myself. I felt confident in my appearance. I reassured myself that if Alexander Strauss believed in me, I should believe in myself too. There was no way that he would entrust me with such an important task as acquiring necessary parts for the water filters project if he did not believe that I would be successful. I could do this.
    We arrived at our destination, the Sun Industries and Manufacturing corporate offices. It was a modest building in comparison to the Strauss Engine’s building, but still large nonetheless. I walked in next to Mr. Chen and we were greeted by two security guards waiting at the entrance. We signed in at the front desk in a large lobby area and we were escorted up an elevator to the top floor. The security guards had not spoken a single word to us or even to each other. The security guards waited by the elevator doors as we walked down a short hallway to a conference room. I took a deep breath and we walked in.
    Three men and one woman sat at a conference desk. Two of the men were older, early sixties, while one of the men was in his mid-thirties. His eyes were sharp and attractive. All three men rose as we entered and extended their hands. With each handshake the men would bow, and I followed suit, wanting to show them the utmost respect. The woman rose as well and walked around to greet Mr. Chen