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He did laugh when she talked about Jennifer 'controlling' him. "Elsy, I think you may have a bit of an inaccurate picture of the world I live in," he said, deliberately using her nickname. "My company's stock is up right now, that makes me interesting to her. Jennifer has plenty of friends, and family, that make good investors for new ventures, which makes her interesting to most of the men in our circle. Which is one reason she's been engaged to several of them before. I don't want to make myself sound too much like a jerk, but $90,000 a month in credit card bills and a new Mercedes that costs 1/10th the cost of the cars I drive isn't really using me anymore than my running my latest expansion past her father and offering him stock options for investment capital is me using her." He shook his head and gently took her arm, trying to turn her back towards the house, not sure if she would let him yet.
 
She listened to what he said, more and more wanting to relent and go back inside with him, but she couldn't. She pouted, almost childishly, and said, "But that doesn't change the fact that she's your fiancee. You're taken, whether you love her or not. Three's a crowd, and I'm the newest member." she tried to pull her arm away from him again, but this time her attempt was far less forceful and she, of course, was not successful in her attempt to pull away from him. She wanted to go in with him, but she didn't want to be a third wheel. She didn't want to be a dirty mistress, whether the two engaged had feelings for each other or not. Facts are facts, and the fact is, he's taken, by Jennifer.
 
"Well if you'd give me half a chance, silly woman," he teased her, "I might just agree with you." He grinned broadly at her. "Of course she's a problem, that's what I was trying to bring up when you ran crying out of my house." He made one of his gentlemanly sweeping motions towards the front door. "It's just... things will be complicated," he said thinking about the sort of things Jennifer might say. She probably wouldn't care If Nick broke up with her, in a carefully planned way, but if she thought for a second that any other woman, without a trust fund no less, would be interesting enough for Nick to pass her over for...

He didn't want to think about exactly what kind of things she might say to Elsa.
 
"I don't want to meet her. I know she's going to be rude to me, and I can't say that I won't be nice to her. Can you take care of your business with her without me there?" she said firmly as she began to walk back towards his house. She was incredibly nervous and still very upset, but she was at least trying to be more rational about it now. She was pretty adamant about not meeting Jennifer though, she never wanted to set eyes on the woman. She'd never even see a picture of the woman, and she wanted to keep it that way. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at him as they walked back towards the house together.
 
Nick followed behind her and was glad she couldn't see his face. Her words stung a little, though he knew she didn't mean them to be hurtful. He spoke with his generous host tone, but the words were quiet and soft, with an edge of vulnerability, "Elsa, you have every reason in the world to think me cold-hearted and cruel, but please believe me when I say that I would never want to subject you to that." He sighed gently. He had wanted to talk this through with her. Truthfully, he wanted to lean on her a bit for support, but he quickly decided he didn't want to put her through any more over Jennifer than he already had.
 
She considered his words as they walked back towards the house, and she could hear the vulnerability in his voice. Perhaps more so than if she had been facing him, as the words hung alone in the air to her. She reached out behind her and extended her hand to him, grabbing hold of his and squeezing gently. She loved him. She knew that now, there was no way in the world that she could possibly deny it. She was still afraid of loving him, she was still afraid of vulnerability, but he was vulnerable now. She slowed down her walking so that she was right next to him, still holding his hand. She turned towards him and nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing it softly as she had when they'd been in the car the day before. Then she stood back up and squeezed his hand again.
 
He closed his eyes when she kissed his neck and nearly stumbled. He squeezed her hand gently and opened his eyes again, watching the orange glow of the sun as it drifted towards the treeline on his property behind her head and hair. He took a few quicker steps to reach the door first. He pulled it open for her before speaking again. Nick carefully considered his phrasing. "I... don't know how long I'll be tied up this evening, Elsy. I could offer you Jenkins and the car for a while if you want to get out, or... whatever you want." he paused and swallowed hard, "Will you be with me tonight? I mean, after I... take care of a few things."
 
"I would like to go out for awhile...maybe go shopping or something," she saw him swallow hard and it melted her heart a little bit. She stepped up close to him and kissed him very softly on the lips and then let go of his hand, stepping into his house. "I'll stay with you tonight. We should probably go to work tomorrow..." she smiled and laughed, work. That would be weird, to say the least.

(Sorry it's soooo short)
 
He grinned at her as she laughed, glad for the lightened mood. "I don't suppose that you'd be willing to take one of my credit cards with you. Can I maybe talk you into a a 'pay advance', or do I need to create some sort of secretary appreciation week to have the privileged of spoiling you a little?," he teased her gently. He was a little surprised that she had brought up work. He hadn't considered the idea of continuing to have her as his secretary.

He leaned over to her and kissed her forehead, feeling a bit at a loss for words. His mind was starting to get wrapped up in exactly what the best way would be for him to extricate himself from his engagement. Telling Jennifer to keep the 4 carat ring, ridiculous wardrobe of clothes, and new car as a 'memento' seemed like a good way keep things from becoming a melodramatic crying session, but how exactly he was going to start this conversation was a bit beyond him. He was a bit lost in thought when he said, "If you want to go change, I'll have Jenkins bring the car around front for you."

(No problem, this is a bit transitional and I'm having trouble giving us much to work with ;])
 
She blushed when he offered her a credit card. She didn't want to spend his money, but when she thought about it, she didn't really have much of her own. She was two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in debt as it was, and Nick knew that. "Well..." she began timidly, melting a little when he kissed her forehead. "Alright, but I'm not going to spend much. I promise." then she smiled at him and went up on her tip toes again to peck him on the lips. When she got there, though, she found that a peck wasn't enough. She kissed him again, still gently, but she let a little bit of her passion seep into him through her lips.

Then she moved away from him quickly, before he could grab her and ask for more. She was still ill at ease sometimes with the fierce passion she felt for him, she still felt the need to control it at all times. She nodded, "Okay. I'll be right back," and she ran off inside of the house and up the stairs to ready herself.
 
He called out to the butler and gave him some quick instructions, then he ran up the stairs to get ready himself, greeting Jennifer in his pjs and dressing gown was liable to give her the wrong idea. He dressed hurriedly, finding himself a bit nervous about how this confrontation was going to go. He let out a sigh as he buttoned up his black silk shirt and started tying his tie. He could think of several ways it could go, but he still couldn't think of how to start it. He remembered Elsa and rushed down the stairs, hoping she was being a somewhat typical woman and that he might be able to beat her down the stairs.

He rushed out to the car. Jenkins was there, she wasn't. He sighed in slight relief. As she walked up to him, he smiled broadly and pulled out his wallet. He handed her his Visa and said, "Now, I haven't got much on it this month... but the limit is only $40,000, think that will be enough?" He winked at her and held out the card to her in one hand and held open the door, waving Jenkins away with the other.
 
Elsa laughed at Nick when he told her the limit on the card. Forty grand? She'd never be able to spend that much on anything. She'd always been frugle with money, until she got into debt over things that she hoped she would never have to discuss with Nick. She smiled at him and gave him a soft little kiss, "I think I'll do okay," and she took his card and slid into the car, Nick shutting the door behind her. She and Jenkins drove off in the direction of the mega mall only minutes before Jennifer's bright red Mercedes came up the road the opposite way.

Jennifer sped up the drive and parked roughly, as she usually did. She turned off the car and stepped out of it, flinging her platinum blonde hair back behind her shoulders. She lifted her sunglasses from her eyes and place them atop her head, her pale blue eyes darting across the walk to where Nick stood. Jennifer wore a short sun dress that was worth at least four hundred dollars, her coach wedges giving her four extra inches of height she didn't have. She sauntered up to Nick and leaned forward, giving him a passionless peck (so different than the one he'd just received from Elsa).

"Hey baby, I see you were waiting outside for me. You're sweet." and then she pushed passed him inside of the house, dropping her Louis bag on the ground and making her way over to one of the leather couches.
 
He smiled weakly as Jennifer walked up the drive and kissed him. He put his hands in his pockets and answered her carefully, giving what he hoped was his usual teasing tone, "Evening Jen, on time as always." He sighed out and stayed on the porch for a second as she went inside. Well, here goes nothing, he thought, then turned and went in.

He walked into the living room and stood next to the fire place, not looking at her yet. "How was Boston? Or was it New York this time?" he asked, knowing she had been doing some 'therapeutic' shopping over the past two days. "Pick up anything of particular interest?" He turned, his hands still in his pockets and offered her a smile.
 
"Both," she said as she flopped down onto the leather couch and extended her legs on it. She crossed one foot on top of the other and leaned her head back against the arm of the couch, making herself entirely at home here. She hadn't even bothered to take of her shoes, and why should she? She was queen of this house, or so she thought.

She shrugged, "I got some stuff. Nothing earth shattering, but good enough. I'm leaving it at my house though, I didn't want to drag it all the way over here. I think I might actually wear what I bought a couple of times." then she laughed, the idea of wearing clothes more than four or five times literally disgusted her. Clothes were meant to look fresh and new, once your body had touched them a few times they were worthless. But she'd never throw them away, oh no. She had to have an enormous collection.

"What've you been up to, Nicholas?" she smirked, knowing that he didn't like it when she used his full name like that. She did it just to irk him, and it almost always worked.
 
His brow crinkled a little but he kept his smile intact; he really did hate it when she did that, mostly because she did it just for the purpose of annoying him. "My usual," Nick answered truthfully and without humor, wondering if she understood the unspoken message. He changed the subject, "Did you see your father while you were so close to Wall Street? I'm thinking seriously about starting a stock buyback for Anders, Inc. main voting stock. He'd be first on my call list, and we'd probably offer 150% of current market price." That would probably tip her off. It was a generous offer, but if Nick wanted her father divested of his interest in Nick's company, that had to have something behind it.

He stared at her shoes on his leather couch and managed to suppress a sigh. He didn't even put his shoes on the couches, and they were HIS couches. It occurred to him that Elsa had better manners than Jennifer most of the time, and that realization made his smile broaden a bit.
 
She raised an eyebrow at his talk of her father's stock. "We did lunch in Greenwich village. It was nice. We didn't even bicker this time. We talked about you. He says mother keeps asking about marriage dates." and at that Jennifer rolls her eyes. As if she's every actually going to get married. Fiancee just sounds so much better than boyfriend. So much more posh, official, real. Boyfriend is high school, fiancee is adult. But something was off about Nick, she could tell. Especially with the talk of her father's stocks like that, he never offered investments like that without some sort of catch.

"I'm sure my father would enjoy that kind of investment, though I'm sure it will come as a surprise." she furrowed her brows for a moment, trying to read his face. But she pushed it off, her mind was on other things. She'd actually come here for one reason and one reason only: she wanted sex. She and Nick weren't intimate very often, they both openly had other ventures, but when they were, Jennifer, at least, enjoyed it. "Enough of that. I'm thinking we should have sex. Not in the bed though, that's boring. We could do it right here." she was extremely blunt about everything, all of the time, and usually Nick didn't have a problem with it.
 
He shook his head back and forth and actually laughed out loud. "You never did hide what you were after, Jen. I wonder if that's why I enjoyed having you around." He let that hang in the air for a second, looking into her eyes without the slightest hint of lust. If he knew her at all, she was wearing some ridiculous negligee and thong bearing whatever french label was currently the rage under that sun dress. He couldn't have wanted to see it less, oddly enough.

Ignoring her request, he continued, "I'm sure he's going to wonder why I'm being so generous... and, probably more importantly, why this offer involves him giving up his voting interest in my company. Aren't you curious?" He didn't smile now. He wasn't sure how her current mood was going to affect this, but he figured it wouldn't make it more pleasant. He looked down at her engagement ring and shifted a little, balling his fists up in his pockets.
 
Enjoyed? Enjoyed? Did he just say the word enjoy in the past tense? He didn't enjoy having her around anymore? She sat up slowly, swinging her legs off of the couch and on the floor. She frowned at him, her face growing dark. Something was wrong here, extremely wrong. She stood up and walked over to him, nearly his height with the shoes she was wearing. She crossed her arms over her chest, her enormous engagement ring glinting in the light. She gritted her teeth and stared into his face, searching for the answer there without him having to tell her.

"You don't want to have sex with me?" was the first thing she said, her voice dripping anger. He'd never refused her, not once. He'd always welcomed her advances and let her do what she wanted. Was it true that he had never been as involved in the intimacy as she had wanted him to be? Yes, but that didn't mean that he didn't want her. He had to want her. Every man she was with wanted her. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, realization beginning to seep into her mind. He was breaking up with her.
 
He sighed audibly and his calm demeanor broke a bit. He looked away from her when she asked why. This was the question he hadn't wanted to have to answer. He certainly didn't want to say 'I met this girl at work...' "Jen, I think you need a change. I'm really not your type, and let's be honest... in about 4 more months you'd be giving me this speech." He looked back in her eyes, trying to read her reaction. He'd sold deals to people who didn't want to buy for years, but he had no idea how this particular pitch was going. "Look, we've had fun. We've had a lot of fun, right? I just... sort of realized that it would be easier to do this now rather than later. I mean, like you said, your mom has been pushing you for a date for a long time now."
 
Her face twisted into a grimace as he spoke to her. He was dumping her. She had never been dumped in her entire life. She'd always been the one to do the dumping. When she was sick of a boy she'd cast him off and find a new one. Boys were always begging her to be with them, to let them buy her things, to take her places, to make her feel good. And now Nick was dumping her. "No. No. You're not dumping me. You can't. We're going to wait the four months, and I'm going to dump you. You can't do this to me." she was getting a little bit hysterical, and it was embarrassing her. She turned away from him and began to stomp towards the door but stopped. "I can't believe you, Nick. I can't believe you'd try to pull this over on me. I'm going to give you tonight to cool off. Then tomorrow, I'm coming over in the morning, and we're going to kiss and make up. Okay?"
 
He raised both his eyebrows in surprise. Wow... She'd never been the calm rational type, but this was almost comical. He very wisely stifled any sort of grin. "Jen, wait. Listen to me, ok," he sighed, trying to think of exactly where to go with this. "Look, here's the deal all right... I swear to you, make up whatever story about how you were the one who dumped me that you want to our friends, your family, and I'll back it, alright? I'll even play the depressed 'I can't live without her' guy at the parties until the guys are buying me trips to Nevada bordellos. You can even tell them how I took it so bad that I wanted you to keep the Benz, the ring, and all the clothes as a memento," he watched her carefully, this was his trump card, and he hoped he wasn't misplaying it. For effect, he added, "I even agreed to pay off the credit cards I gave you in a desperate attempt to get you to stay with me."
 
She narrowed her eyes at him and considered his offer. It was a good one. She could play it off like he was the pansy getting dumped and not her. It wasn't the truth, of course, but who cared about the truth? All that really mattered was what other people thought, and if they thought that she was the one that dumped him, then she wouldn't get any flack from anyone about anything. She huffed and crossed her arms tighter across her body, "Well. Alright. Fine. Just ship the clothes that are here. I don't want to have to come back and get them." and with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, flinging the door open and walking out without closing it behind her. She picked up her bag, got in the car, revved the engine, and drove off with a screech, leaving Nick standing there. By himself.
 
He sighed, relieved. He watched her go from the front window and started bursting out laughing for a good 5 minutes. He felt like a boulder that he had been trapped under had been lifted off of him. He felt like dancing... no, he felt like driving! And there was only one person he wanted to see. He was halfway to the garage, twirling the keys with the little pair of silver wings on them as he walked, when Jenkins answered his cell phone.

"Jenkins, where are you at?" he listened to the answer, "The mall?! You mean the local mega mall, not the Galleria downtown, right? She wanted to shop at the mall?" He shook his head, but he was incredibly excited. It was such an incredible contrast from the girl that had just walked out his door. Still, Elsa needed to learn what he meant by 'spoiling' a little bit better. "No, look, Jenkins, just leave in ten minutes, and makes sure you call me and tell me which door you were waiting at. Trust me," another pause, "No we're not leaving Miss Elsa at the mall. I'm just coming to pick her up myself. Right, thanks, Jenkins."

He slipped past three cars under slip covers and moved towards the one bearing the silver Aston Martin symbol. He pulled off the cover to reveal his freshly waxed, black DBS (link). He slipped into the driver's seat and started the throaty, purring V12 engine. He closed his eyes and drank in the sound for a moment, feeling freer and happier than he had in a long time. He opened the garage door and kicked the car into reverse. The trees were flying past him as he kicked it up to 90 on the backroads near the house. He was rolling into the mall parking lot 15 minutes later. He pulled up to the door Jenkins had called him about and waited for her. The car was drawing quite a few stares from the pedestrians. He wondered how the limo had looked to them. Then he saw her walking out, looking around for Jenkins and not finding him. He grinned and put the car in neutral and the gas pedal on the floor. The engine responded with a loud velvet growl.
 
Elsa'd spent the last couple of hours roaming the gigantic Houston mall. She'd only been in Houston for a couple of years and had actually never been to this mall. It fascinated her, just the vastness of it. She'd gone into at least thirty stores, but didn't really buy much. She felt bad spending his money, which was a little comical to her seeing as she tried to embezzle hundreds of thousands of dollars from him. But now...their relationship was different. She wasn't exactly sure how their relationship was, but it was definitely different.

She walked out of the mall at the east door where Jenkins had told her that he would wait for her. She was holding five bags, three were large, one was medium, and one was small. She'd tucked the small one inside one of the large ones, trying to hide it from Nick when she got back to his house. She glanced around, not seeing the limo anywhere. She furrowed her brows and for a moment she thought she'd been abandoned. Her throat swelled up in horror and she was about to turn back inside when she heard the engine of a car growl. She turned back around and saw the sleek Aston Martin DBS there across the pathway from the mall. Her jaw dropped, immediately aware that it was Nick in there. She ran across the street, not caring about a car hitting her or anything. She flung the door open and hopped inside, flinging her shopping bags into the seat behind her. She grinned at him, "Hi."
 
"Hi," he smiled back victoriously, "Have fun?" He pulled out of the parking lot, flipping the car's traction control system off to enable his next move. He revved the engine until it was roaring and dropped the clutch. The car's wheels spun and screeched in protest before grabbing the pavement and shooting forward down the street. He laughed uproariously; he hadn't had this much fun in... forever. He grinned over at her, a boy playing with toys. "Hey, I've got an idea, Elsy," he winked at her, "I have a beach house, with a private beach no less, down in Galveston. Well, this is actually the second time I've had it... Hurricane Ike pretty much took care of the first building. They just finished building it last week, we'll be walking into a brand new house. Wanna skip the mansion and go down there tonight?" He pulled onto I-45, anticipating her answer, and thought about whether or not it was worth it to get a speeding ticket on such a great night.
 
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