Special thanks to my co-writer/partner in crime here, Mulls. I'm truly enjoyed writing with him and hope that you enjoy our fantasies. We've made a good match and looking forward to submitting more stories for your reading pleasure. All feedback is welcome, so don't be shy!
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It was gone midnight when Richard returned to his London townhouse, following another extended night of business. Since the credit crunch business had become a lot harder within his sector, the finance industry being hit the hardest. That said he was a true grafter and where others wilted, he could only see an opportunity, a challenge fueling his desire to succeed.
In securing tonight's deal he had now firmed up his intention to expand to the States and the temporary office that he had set up on the south side of San Francisco, several months ago, in the midst of the credit collapse, looked firmly as though that would be his new home for the coming months.
With the rain pounding against the window he reached for a malt whiskey, each sip instantly taking the edge off his tiredness. Strolling into the bathroom he switched the light on, the florescent tube lighting flickering on, and looked at himself in the mirror. Running his hand through his black hair, now tinged with wisps of gray, signs that he was reaching the wrong end of his thirties.
He could see the tiredness of the past few days in his brown eyes, the stubble growth now evident despite his shave in the early hours that morning. His tie loosened, he couldn't help but think he needed a holiday, well at least a release of some kind but at least the next couple of days should be better, the property contact he had been passed on his last whirlwind visit to the States had proved promising.
Richard had fielded a call earlier in the day from Katherine, who despite not meeting in person yet, had instantly bought a smile to his lips with her boundless enthusiasm. She had planned a full day of looking at several multi-million dollar properties in and around town, so infectious was her chat that she had persuaded him not to get a taxi into town but that she would meet him direct from the airport when he arrived.
Part of him wondered if this was the typical American service, how many million dollar plus homes would they be selling, the credit crunch affecting property nearly as much as the financial industry. That said he was not going to turn down the offer and following his chat with Katherine he was that ever so much more intrigued.
Returning to the lounge he took another sip of whiskey as he fired up his PC, typing in the property website address, quickly searching until he found it. Katherine was listed as one of the Senior Property Agents. The website didn't give much away, but did contain a photo, a head shot of an attractive female, with dark auburn hair and from what he could tell blue eyes.
He smiled, there was no doubt an attractiveness about her, spending a day away from business in sunny San Francisco as opposed to rain swept London in the company of the a good looking woman was very appealing. As he made his way to the bedroom he thought that he was going to enjoy tomorrow....
Arriving at the US airport in the early hours, Richard felt invigorated. First Class BA travel had given him an opportunity to catch up on some sleep, and he had even managed to have a shave. With just hand luggage for his one overnight stay he quickly bypassed the security and the main baggage collection point. Already he could feel the heat of morning, a complete contrast to the cold and rain he had left back in the UK.
He had opted for a suit with a casual dark blue shirt that he felt gave him an air of class, he felt quite young and cool, and given the attention he had received from one of the air hostesses he obviously pulled off the look quite well. Removing his shades, he tucked them into his overnight bag as he made his way into the arrivals lounge.
Scanning around the numerous persons holding up various names on placards he quickly spotted a woman who, from a distance, appeared to match the picture he had seen last night and instantly made his way in her direction.
"Katherine?" he asked as he came within earshot of the young woman.
Now confident that this was the woman he had seen a picture of last night, her dark auburn hair set against her creamy clear skin, all so much more striking in the flesh.
"Mr Harrison, welcome to San Francisco!" she replied enthusiastically.
Holding out a hand, he took it and shook it gently as she greeted him.
"Please call me Richard." He answered "Mr Harrison sounds far too formal," as he flashed a smile at her.
Up close he could not help but notice the slight tinge of green in her eyes that he had not picked up from her photo. One thing that jumped out at him instantly was her subtle make-up, neat and tidy, adding to her good looks but without being over the top. Approximately 5'5" she was dressed in a white blouse that was tucked into a gray business pencil skirt that ended at the knee, enough to show her toned calves, accentuated with the black stilettos she wore. Her outfit topped off with a fashionable black belt that sat across her hips.
"Well Richard, I am your guide today and trust me I have some great properties to show you," she said confidently turning and beginning to walk alongside him as they made their way to the car park.
"That's great Katherine." He answered.
"Hey it's Kat," she responded, "and anything you want you just ask for," she continued, flashing him a smile as they exited out into the sunshine.
American service at its best he thought, at just that split second he couldn't help but allow his eye to wander over her body, her outfit showing a slender but curvaceous body, as the slight breeze caused her white blouse to press against her breasts.
"My convertible is just over here," she said, bringing his thoughts back into line, as she pointed to the silver car on the far side of the road.
He couldn't help but think back to yesterday's thoughts of enjoying today. They looked very promising indeed as he climbed into the passenger seat.
Kat was excited about her new client. She had actually been rather surprised by the phone call she had received from Mr Harrison, but as he spoke, his charming accent and well mannered voice soon had her sitting on the edge of her seat frantically pounding away at her keyboard. Sales had dropped in recent months and Kat had been feeling the strain.
Thankfully she had always been smart and business savvy, had saved and invested well, but still, things were a far cry from what they used to be. Any new and interested buyers were welcomed eagerly, but few ever truly plunged into the deal. Richard, she sensed, was a sure thing and she went to great lengths to make him feel welcome and pampered.
Now she was happy that she had jumped through hoops. She was pleasantly surprised by his dashing looks and a smile that made her heart flutter and nerves jangle with awareness. He carried himself with a certain confidence that bordered on being cocky and yet it suited him well. Although he wasn't flashing money around, it didn't take but a minute to tell that he meant business, he had money and he more than likely always got what he wanted.
Sliding into the driver's side, she felt her skirt inch up, but did little to correct it. In her line of business, she knew that powerful men sometimes enjoyed a little show, nothing slutty or over the top, but a hint of stocking top or the soft pattern of a lacy bra peaking through a white blouse was enough to charm them into a great deal. She always took pride in her appearance. After all she worked with the public every day. No one wanted to buy expensive mansions from a frumpy, dumpy real estate agent.