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Nick pulled the DBS up to the Galleria's valet parking and stepped out, handing one of the young guys, who were apparently fighting a little over who was going to take this particular car, the keys. He was still a little ticked off, even after the drive. The lunch meeting could have gone better. The reaction was mixed, though he had expected as much. There were the concerns he had anticipated, 'how much is paying her father off going to eat into the company's cash reserves?' seemed to be the consensus pick. It had taken a little more arm twisting than he had wanted to get them behind this one. And his suspicions as to why were confirmed when one of them all but came out and suggested that maybe Jennifer would take him back if he asked nicely (as they all had understood immediately, without being told, why he was essentially paying off her dad to get him to let go of any voting rights). They didn't just love the old man's money, they were slightly scared of him. And the veiled suggestion had put Nick's ability to control himself to the test. Exactly how much did they expect of him? Was he really supposed to sacrifice his personal life for the company to that degree?

He sighed as he walked into the mall, balling up the last bit of frustration, as there was no reasonable outlet for it now, and pushing it down. He walked the short distance from where he had parked to the store that was his destination. The clerks were waiting for him with the items that Colette had picked out. He examined them and couldn't help but smile; Colette, as always, had done very well. She really was an artist in his opinion, and for the second time today he felt quite lucky that he had met her. He'd have to remember to send her flowers or something nice after this evening was over. "Exquisite," he said to the two ladies helping him, "standard 1% of the value for the rental?"
One of them, the local manager, cut in, "We've had a long history, Mr. Anders, why don't you just borrow them for the evening. If you can't bear to part with them after that, we'll talk about a price later." He smiled; it was always fun to watch another good salesman, or saleswoman in this case, work their craft.
"Thank you very much," he said and closed the box, taking the items with him. His next stop was a little ways away, and quite a bit less posh.

***

He grinned like an idiot as he walked from the luxury sports car and into a cute, but wonderfully tacky, sex shop. He already knew what he was here for and where to find it. He walked over to the toys and pulled a remote controlled egg toy from the wall, grabbing batteries as he walked back to the counter. He didn't recognize the clerks here by name, the employees didn't hand out business cards, but the clerk had waited on him before. "Kinda tame for your usual isn't it... sir?" she asked him with a little giggle, adding the sir at the end as either a joke about his usual purchases, or about the far too fancy car he drove; he couldn't tell which. He payed, offering only a chuckle in response.

It took him another hour to get home and change into his Armani Tux. He had texted Colette to ask about what to wear tonight to match his date and she would only respond with the particular cummerbund that she knew he owned. It was a deep blue, a bit odd, he felt, but he found a matching handkerchief to adorn the dinner jacket and added his blue cuff links, checking himself quickly in the mirror. The DBS needed gas, so he made a quick stop. He could hear someone whisper 'James Bond' to someone else as he pulled up and gassed up the Aston Martin in his tuxedo, causing him to grin to himself.

Then he drove over to Elsa's house. He quickly slipped the remote in his pocket and the egg into the velvet box with the other items... it definitely didn't fit in their company, unless you were trying to make a joking contrast. Which, he supposed, he was. He took the single red rose he had bought and carried it with the box to her front door. He knocked softly.
 
As much of a fuss Elsa had made earlier in the day about being her own person, about going to her own home after the symphony, and about not spending the night with him -- she was extremely giddy and excited about going out with him this evening. She felt though that she had to keep to what she'd said before. If he thought that he could get her to do what he wanted just by treating her to a pretty dress and a nice dinner, that's what he would always do, and he would never respect what she really wanted.

She slept for about an hour, waking with a start. For a moment she thought she'd slept through the night and he'd been left waiting outside for her. She glanced at the clock though, and saw it was only ten of four. She breathed a sigh of relief and got up, going up the stairs to her room where Jenkins had placed her things. She got undressed and carefully pulled her beautiful blue gown on, gazing at herself in the mirror for a few moments. It had been stunning in the store, but here at home when she was made up and her hair was done -- it was ten times as stunning. She slipped the shoes on and sighed dramatically, feeling like a princess.

She did a few other things to get ready for his arrival, jumping in excitement when she finally heard his knock. She ran over to the door, her heels clacking, and flung it open. Elsa stood there before him in her exquisite satin dark blue gown that matched his eyes perfectly (and his cummerbund too!). It accentuated every part of her that he loved: her hips, her butt, her breasts, her skin, her lips, her eyes, her hair. Her hair was piled up on top of her head in intricate rings of curls, two strands delicately framing her face. Her dark hair spun in their ringlets looked like spun silk dyed a deep brown. She grinned stupidly when she saw him, thinking just how handsome he looked.

"Hey sexy," she giggled to him and moved aside so that he could come inside.
 
His first reaction was quite a disappointment, a simple "Hi cutie", but this was only because he genuinely couldn't see her. He was still wearing his sunglasses from the drive over, and the light from the sunlit porch was so much brighter than the lights inside her house that she was more of a silhouette in the door frame than a woman. He took off his sunglasses as he stepped past her into the house. "I figured that...wow," he started with the line that he had planned on using on her, but his voice died in his throat as he turned and looked at her now. She was always beautiful to him, even this morning with her hair mussed and her dress rumpled, but at the moment she was, quite literally, breathtaking. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach. Her hair and makeup, her outfit... words like 'beautiful', 'stunning', or even 'angelic' weren't acceptable adjectives; language itself was inadequate. She was the moon and the stars, and he was... just a man. He couldn't hope to touch the woman in front of him; he felt he couldn't even reach her. As he looked over her, he felt a small wave of despair wash over him, thinking that he should be content to even be able to look at her.

It was when his eyes adjusted just a little bit more that he was finally able to breathe again, gasping as his lungs filled with air again, the desperation lifting from his chest and replaced by a hopeful, excited humming in his chest that he realized was his heartbeat. He noticed the color of her dress.

Several realizations hit Nick at once. The color matched the accents in his tux. The accents that Colette had recommended to him. At the time he had figured she recommended them simply because the color was one that he felt did a good job of bringing out his...

His eyes went wide and jumped up to meet hers. Colette, Elsa... they had worked together on this outfit. He felt something dropping, as his fingers released the box and rose he was carrying. He stared at her, questions written all over his face and in his eyes. He couldn't speak, couldn't ask them himself. His eyes did the asking for for him, pleading to hear her voice tell him something. It wasn't a definite question; he just desperately wanted to know her mind. Why she had chosen this dress, why this color?
 
She at first was dissapointed by his reaction, but he quickly made up for it with his soft 'wow' and the dropping off his face. She giggled at him softly and advanced to him, kissing hips lips gently. She laughed louder when he dropped the things on the floor and was about to bend over and pick them up when his eyes began to question her. She stopped her movements and just watched him for a few moments, appreciating his face. She smiled softly and thought of what to say to him.

"I figured...that since we seem to be so good at matching each other with other things..." she eluded to the collar and her dress from yesterday, "that we should just continue the tradition." she pecked him again gently, "Are you ready to go, or are you going to show me what's in the box?" she teased him gently.
 
He felt her kiss him and felt his body melt. He heard her laughter and felt his heart lift. When he heard her speak, he felt his face twist into a crooked smile and his confidence return. What she said made him feel special and want to chuckle at the same time. How did she do that?

He leaned down and picked up the box and the rose. He handed the rose to her before answering her question. He couldn't remember the line he had planned. He laughed and said, "There was something I was going to say with that. Something about how mad you probably would have been if I had bought you the gown and roses... so I just bought one." He smiled at her broadly. She was so gorgeous, but she was still Elsa. Plans were starting to come back to him.

He lifted the box to hold it facing her. "Now... before you really get angry at me, I swear that I didn't purchase these. They're borrowed, just for the evening, from the store," he said grinning and holding the box out towards her to open, then remembered something. "Well, I take it back, one item in here is paid for." His smile twisted into a very mischievous grin.

As she opened the velvet jewelry box, a sparkling diamond bracelet, necklace, and earrings came into view, each of them bearing a single, perfectly placed sapphire. They were arranged, one inside the other, but in the middle of both of them was another item that didn't fit with them at all... it was a pink plastic egg.
 
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped when he opened up the box. The earrings and bracelet were absolutely gorgeous. They looked as if they must cost have a million dollars, if not more. She was speechless for a few moments, sincerely glad that he hadn't bought these for her. They would be returned at the end of the night, back to the store, where they belonged. But then she saw the small plastic egg. She furrowed her brows in confusion. An egg? It wasn't Easter...was this a joke? She reached out and picked it up, rolling it around her fingers for a moment. Then it dawned on her. This was a vibrator egg.

She frowned and looked up at him, confusion and a little bit of anger in her face. "Why is there here?" she didn't have any other words for him, though she had a thousand thoughts. What sort of game was he trying to play now? Were they not really going to dinner and the symphony? Had he bought this dress only to ruin it?
 
He smiled at her, trying to disarm her a little with the warmth and affection in his face, because he knew if she was already getting a little angry, he was sure the next thing he was going to say would probably going to draw a sharper reaction. "Well... that," he started, trying very hard not to chuckle, "Ahem, well, everything in the box actually, is for you to wear tonight... while we're out." His smile only got broader. This was far, far too much fun. He looked her over again. As he had said several times to her already, she was the most exciting woman he'd ever met. She was gorgeous, a complete knockout. They wouldn't meet a single heterosexual male tonight that wouldn't envy him just for having her hand on his arm, let alone for the kind of game he was hoping she'd be playing with him.
 
She didn't like that he was smiling at her like that. He was trying to disarm her, to dissipate her anger so that she wouldn't be upset at whatever game he was planning. She looked down at the beautiful jewelry again and her heart ached to feel their cool stones against her skin. But...if she was going to have to wear this vibrator just to wear them, she certainly wouldn't do it. She threw the vibrator back into the box in irritation. She folded her arms over her chest and glared at him. "What are you talking about? I'm not wearing the vibrator out."
 
He couldn't help it, he let out a small chuckle. He loved it. As stubborn and difficult as always. Alright, so how was he going to talk her into this one? He mustered up his velvety tone and teased her cooing, "Why not, Elsy? Afraid?" He continued to hold the box open so she could see the sparkling contents. "You wanted discretion, what could be more discrete than that?" he asked softly and gently, smiling warmly and encouragingly. He changed the subject for a moment, obviously trying to throw her off a bit, but there was no mistaking the affection or sincerity in his tone, "You look radiant, by the way. I'm sure I'm biased because I love you, but I've never seen such a beautiful woman in all my life, and I've seen a few."
 
Discretion? He thought that having her wear a vibrator out in public was discrete? What if he turned it on while she was talking to someone? What if he turned it on and wouldn't turn it off until she lost control? She didn't find much discretion in that. And then he had the nerve to change the subject. "Thanks, Nick." she said blandly, folding her arms a little tighter around herself. She appreciated that he thought she was beautiful, and his mentioning his love for her did melt her a little. But she still wasn't for wearing the vibrator in public. She slid her eyes over to him again and narrowed them, "I'll only wear it if you swear not to turn it on the entire time."
 
What kind of promise was that? He almost laughed out loud, but managed to stifle it. "I see, so we trust me not to break a promise, but not to exercise... judgment, shall we say, on my own? How very logical of you, dear," he smiled broadly. He looked her over. She was so adorable when she stood like that. He tried a little more deflection before moving on, "Have I mentioned that you're awfully cute when you get frustrated? I'm growing quite fond of the way you cross your arms across your chest like that."

He watched her for a moment more and let out an very fake exasperated sigh, closing the velvet box. "It's a shame really, they really were the perfect accessories for this evening," he said, including, at least in his mind, the vibrator with the other 'accessories'. He set the box down on the nearest level surface he could find in her house and looked at her, grinning. "I'm afraid they're a bit of a package deal, as I'm sure you've already guessed, but I'll make you a deal. If you wear them all, and trust me enough to not make me promise anything... I'll give you the remote that goes with the vibrator after you've made it through dinner," he finished watching her for any hint of a break in her resolve.
 
"But why would you want me to wear it during dinner?" she insisted, wanting him to say out loud what he wanted from her. She wanted him to say that he wanted to embarrass her, or something, whatever it was that he wanted. She furrowed her brows out him, giving him one of her most severe looks. "Do you want to try to control me? Is that what it is? Control me in front of others?" her voice grew higher as she got angrier, but the look on his face really was breaking her. She sighed and dropped her arms from her chest, but she hadn't given up yet.

(Little short, sorry)
 
He smiled gently this time, affectionately... reassuringly even. "I prefer to think of it as having fun with you, actually. You act as if I intend to put you on a stage and explain to everyone what's going on," he spoke softly, the dulcet tones of the voice he used to seduce her the day before falling from his lips. "No one else is going to know what's going on but me," he said, adding with a wink, "unless, of course, you arouse a bunch of suspicion." He was pushing hard now, putting spin on the whole thing and working hard to seduce her with his voice. He tacked on one more sweet, velvety question. "Where's your sense of adventure, my love?"
 
How could she possibly refuse him? He was serenading her with his sweet voice, his gentle demeanor, and yet he was so suave and confident at the same time. She loved him...and she would do this for him. She sighed again and nodded, smiling a little despite herself. "Okay, Nick. You win again." she reached forward and pulled open the box, taking out the small pink egg and eyeing it again. "You're making me far more adventurous than I've ever been. But I...I love you for it," and she did love it for it, as afraid as she was sometimes. She leaned forward and kissed him again.
 
He closed his eyes and sighed a little. This was a bit of a bigger victory than he had expected. Not only had she agreed, she was telling him that she loved him for it. It was a bit like pouring gasoline on an open flame. He had to tell himself not to get too excited. He didn't want to push her too far too fast. "Shall I give you a moment or two of privacy to... arrange things, Elsa?" he asked with a touch of a naughty smirk.

[short, I know]
 
She rolled her eyes at him and laughed. "I'll go upstairs to the bathroom. I'll take the whole box, so I can put on the real jewelry as well." and then she took the box from it quickly and nearly sprinted towards the stairs so that she would be gone before he could catch her. She went up the stairs and into the bathroom. Once she got there she sighed softly and set the box down. How was she going to get it on? She hiked up the dress a little and stuffed her hand up inside of it. She placed the egg onto her clit, wriggling it a little bit until it stayed by itself. Then she took a small piece of medical tape and taped it there so that it wouldn't fall out.

She put the real jewels on next, smiling at herself in the mirror. They looked nice on her, at least. She rearranged her dress and went back down the stairs to where he was waiting for her. "Ready to go, or do you have any other surprises for me?"
 
Nick shook his head as she returned. The jewels looked too perfect around her neck, around her wrist, and dangling attractively from her earlobes. He'd almost forgotten what else she was wearing now and had to shake himself to make the confident smirk come back to his face. "Only an evening full of little ones when you least expect it... I hope. But yes, I'm ready to go," he said suggestively and winked at her.

He opened her front door and there was the familiar black sports car waiting for them. He politely stepped back so that she could lock her front door herself, walking to the car while she did so that he could open her door. He waited until she was sliding into her seat to deliver his first 'surprise'. Before she could actually sit down, he reached into his pocket and pressed one of the buttons on the remote hidden there. The little vibrator leapt to life at something of a medium intensity. He grinned and winked at her through the passenger side window as he closed the door and walked around the car to the driver side. He pressed another button and the vibration died before he opened his door. "Hungry?" he asked suggestively with a grin. He put the keys in the ignition and backed out of the driveway, feeling triumphant again. A broad smile spread across his face as he pointed the car in the proper direction. He couldn't resist. He flipped the car's traction control off again so the wheels would spin without interference from the computer controls, and launched the car into an aggressive burn out. The car drifted to the side, feeling very much like it was out of control as it seemed to float across the concrete of her street. The tires left a layer of their rubber in front of her house before they finally found some traction and made the car jump forward. They were off, and he was chuckling like a kid again.
 
She rolled her eyes at him again and stepped out after him, locking the door. She tossed her house key into her small purse and followed him to the car. She gave him a loving smile when he first opened the door for her, but jumped in shock when she felt the vibration turn on. Her ass hit the seat suddenly and she was caught off guard again, her body writhing lightly in reaction to the sudden stimulation. Then just as suddenly, it was gone. She buckled herself in silently, unable to fathom words for the experience she'd just had. She shot him a glance when he slid in next to her.

"Yes, I'm hungry. And you better watch yourself with that thing. I'm putting a lot of trust in you. I hope you don't plan on testing me too much, mister." she was pushing him a little purposely. Even though she had let him win over her for probably the hundredth time, she wanted him to know that she still had boundaries -- and she wasn't afraid to let him know if he crossed one.
 
He chuckled and answered, pushing right back, "Only every chance I get, missy." He wove through the streets and out of her neighborhood, finding the nearest on-ramp to the freeway and heading towards downtown. He snuck glances at her as he drove. She really did look exquisite... and it made it impossible to resist wanting to see her squirm. He kept trying to hide a grin that just wouldn't wipe off his face.

More to throw her off than anything else, he started a conversation as they drove. "So it occurs to me that for all the intimacy I feel for you, we don't know too very much about each other's background. For instance, do you have any siblings?" he asked her, interested in the answer, but mostly just trying to get her talking. He let one hand fall to his lap as he spoke, cruising with only one hand on the wheel. He then very stealthily tried to slide his hand into his pocket. As soon as she opened her mouth to answer him, he hit the button, starting the vibrations again at a lower intensity than she had felt earlier, a low, teasing buzz. Evidently this thing had multiple settings.
 
She appreciated that he asked her about her background. To her, that showed that he really cared. He wasn't just fucking her to fuck her (and she definitely would not tolerate that), he actually wanted to know about her. She opened her mouth to talk and felt a subtle buzz against her clit. She shot him a glance and squirmed a little, but tried to talk through it. She had the notion that he was going to be turning it on quite often during dinner, and she wanted to be able to practice talking through the stimulation (which was slowly getting her wet).

"W-well..." she began, a little shaky, "I do have siblings. I have three brothers. One is older, two are younger. You met my younger brother at the cafe. He's down here for college." it was getting harder and harder for her to ignore the buzzing, even though it was obviously on a very low setting. It was building up arousal in her, making her horny rather than pushing her towards orgasm. It was just making her want, teasing her.
 
While her voice sounded deliciously shaky, he was having to work hard to keep from breaking into chuckles as he spoke at the way she was squirming. "I was curious about that. It seemed like you knew quite a few of the people working there, and I knew you hadn't been in Houston for too long," he spoke as evenly as possible, though he wasn't even trying to suppress the wicked grin anymore, "Did you come down with him, or has he been in town longer?"

She was starting to become a distraction from the road. He decided that it was probably wiser, at the moment, to slow down to the speed limit so that he didn't have to focus so much on weaving through cars. He flicked the cruise control on and set it for 70. He turned his head slightly as she talked and reacted to the sensations. He thought, though he wasn't sure, that her breathing was just a slight bit heavier than it had been a second ago. Of course, once he had that thought, her gently rising and falling breasts became her dominant feature for the moment.
 
Her face was flushed and she was trying very hard not to squirm. She'd almost prefer if he'd turn up the vibrator so that she could actually get real pleasure from it instead of just this teasing buzzing. She was aroused, very very aroused. If he pulled the car over on the side of the road she would probably jump on top of him in his seat and hump him wildly. She didn't really want to do that though, as that would be the perfect example of his control over her and her need for his attention.

"Um.." she muttered, trying to remember the question he'd just asked her, "He came down first. He actually told me about the good job market here, so I came down. I know a lot of his friends here, several of them came down from Massachusetts with him." she squirmed a little obviously then, her hand gripping the door handle.
 
It was absolutely delightful to watch her react to the sensations the little toy was providing. She was having very real trouble concentrating on the conversation. "What about the rest of your family? Do you still have your parents?" he asked after he cleared his throat. When she had to visibly squirm and reached for the door handle, his plan started to backfire a little. He swallowed hard and asked with a huge grin, "You alright there, Elsy?" It was so very entertaining, but the show she was putting on was starting to turn him on more than he had figured that it would.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter to keep from wiggling in his seat, but he could tell where this was going. It was only a matter of time until his pants were going to make him feel uncomfortable that he would at least have to readjust himself. Of course, he figured that they would start tenting before that happened anyway. It wasn't as if he was going to be able to hide the fact that he was getting almost as turned on as she was from her eyes.
 
She nodded quickly, perhaps too quickly. "Yes, Nick. I'm fine." she said through gritted teeth, trying to push away the clouds of arousal that were quickly encircling her mind. She actually shook her head a little, trying to physically force them away. Of course that didn't help, her arousal only pushing higher and higher until she thought that she might just fuck anything that happened to fall into her lap.

She glanced over at him and saw that his pants were beginning to tent. That amused her a little, but she vowed that she would not be intimate with him while he was doing this to her. She was suffering and he would have to too. She nodded again, slower this time. "Yes. Both of my parents are still alive. They live in Boston. My father is a financial guru there, sort of like yourself here. My mother is a lawyer."
 
He exited the freeway and had to slow as they hit the Friday night traffic on the city streets, but it wasn't long until they were on Westheimer, heading towards Mark's. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, taking off his sunglasses as the sun started to sink towards the horizon. Did she just try to shake her head to clear it? he thought, delighted that she seemed to be so affected. He finally gave up and squirmed a little in his seat to adjust his pants until he found a more comfortable position for his body to continue... hardening. He gasped a little and had to hold his breath for a second so that he could talk again.

He concentrated on what she'd just told him. "Like me?" his voice colored with surprise. That didn't make a whole lot of sense considering the fact that she had been stealing from the company 3 days ago, or considering the reasons why she was stealing in the first place. He put that aside. Those things weren't his business unless she made them his business, he decided. He managed to keep his next question from being 'the why the heck are you working for me?' and instead went with, "What line of work is he in? Does he own his own business? And what kind of practice does your mother have?"

While he waited for her answers, he looked up to see how close they were getting. It was only a few more blocks away. He grinned to himself as he had another thought. When they were only one block from Mark's, he reached in his pocket and used the remote to turn the vibrations up on the toy. It had higher settings than this, but compared to the tickling buzz she had been feeling, he was sure this was pretty intense.
 
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