The dimly lit room smelled of Cabernet Sauvignon on the mahogany table. Mr. Clint, a man built like a granite statue, was sprawled on a plush sofa playing with his fluffy white puppy.
"Du," he chuckled, his voice low and gravelly, "You're a menace."
A gasp, laced with a playful teasing, broke the silence. Anita, a vision in a flowing scarlet gown that seemed to move with her every step, stood at the doorway. Her heels, with their intricate rope ties, clicked softly against the polished floor. Her presence filled the room, a storm of intoxicating perfume and the alluring shimmer of her scarlet dress. A warm smile spread across her face as she walked closer.
"Anita," Mr. Clint breathed, his eyes tracing the curves of her figure, "You look... stunning." Anita playfully placed her index finger on Mr. Clint's lips, stopping him in his tracks. "Not so fast!" she teased, her elegant nails painted the same color as her dress capturing his attention.
With a light kiss on the nose, she settled onto the sofa, her presence radiating charm. "I can take that!" Mr. Clint laughed, appreciating her playful spirit.
Anita's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "I'm not here to be admired, Mr. Clint," she said, her voice a soft whisper. She moved closer, her fingers brushing against his cheek, a touch that sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm here for business."
Mr. Clint leaned back, his gaze meeting hers. "Business, you say? I was hoping for something a little less... transactional."
Anita reached for a glass of wine on the table, taking a sip while crossing her legs. "Nice dress!" Mr. Clint complimented, still admiring her elegance.
"I was thinking you would keep flirting all day!" she teased back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"The wine is so smooth, mmm!" she exclaimed, enjoying the refreshing drink. Mr. Clint, still caught in the moment, mentioned a photo in a file on the table.
Anita glanced at the file and then back at him, intrigued. Mr. Clint set the puppy down and stood up, saying, "Du, give dada some time." The puppy obediently lay beside his seat, watching the interaction.
Anita, with a playful nudge, smiled and said, "The surprise, I hope it's exciting!" She walked up to him, her excitement palpable.
"I need everything to go smoothly," Mr. Clint replied.
With a mischievous grin, Anita walked towards Mr. Clint caressing his dick, saying, "I assure you that."
Anita purred, her eyes glittering with amusement, "We can be transactional... but on my terms."
Mr. Clint scoffed, his gaze fixed on the woman before him. "I need her alive, and the price will be mouthful" he said, as Anita reached for the file on the table.
Anita smiled devilishly as she walked out of the room, glancing back over her shoulder. "See you, my love," she purred, her tone almost moaning.
"Come to daddy, my Du," Mr. Clint called out, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Du jumped into Mr. Clint's arms, her laughter ringing through the air. The moment was electric, and as his favorite song, "Gangsta Love" by Leona, began to play, he sang along, his voice blending with the rhythm.
Du whimpered softly after the first five lines, caught up in the moment, feeling the music envelop them.
"All lies, I know," Mr. Clint teased, smooching Du's body as he swayed to the beat, the atmosphere thick with excitement and anticipation.