Lyla buckled her seatbelt and set her bag on next to her, in the front seat sat Clarke, Mr Howe was in the passenger side looking through a folder on his lap. The car was stifling, she could feel herself sticking to the leather seats. She had been dreading this meeting, the overseas investors were crucial to their plans to salvage the company. Not knowing what was going to happen or what was expected of her was bugging Lyla.
"I didn't expect you to be driving yourself Clarke." She said as she opened her window. She found it hard to make eye contact with her boss since she watched him fuck his wife in his office, seeing him suck his load out of her pussy was not something she could unsee. His wife Cassie had caught her looking but as far as Lyla knew she had kept that knowledge to herself.
"Well, they told me they weren't into formal meetings, they dismissed my offers to take them out on the town. They didn't want to come into the office either, said they would prefer if it were relaxed. They hold all the cards so I would have met them in a parking lot if I thought it would sway them." He said shifting uncomfortably, Lyla could already see sweat patches forming on his shirt.
"That will be them showing us that they hold all the power.' Mr. Howe said not looking up from the folder. "They don't know about you of course," He said turning around and smirking, "the cause and potential solution to all of our problems."
She refused to rise to the bait.
"Any more nasty mails from Holt." Clarke asked catching her eye in the rear view mirror.
"Not since he accused me of corrupting Halle."
They all laughed after that statement.
"And when does the little starlet make her big internet debut." Mr. Howe asked.
'I spoke to my brother yesterday, he said it should be online in the next week, he's still working with developers for the new site."
"Speaking of developers. My friend from college that told me Holt had been in contact with him about a snag he had hit in the code of my fucking app, is giving a talk in town on Friday night. Cassie and I are taking him for lunch, we cannot make the talk but I was thinking you could go Lyla."
Her stomach flipped.
"Is he another rung on your ladder back?" She asked as she looked at all the buildings whizzing by.
"Our ladder." Mr. Howe interjected.
Clarke caught her eye again she was taken aback at the sorrowful look in his eyes.
"More than likely." He said sheepishly.
"I will be there, let's just get this meeting out of the way first."
They sat in silence for the rest of the journey. They parked away from the building, Clarke didn't want the investors to know that he drove himself to the meeting. The plan was for Lyla to wait in a room in the complex that Clarke had rented. Mr. Howe would excuse himself near the end of the meeting and call her and she would join them under the premise of Clarke forgetting a gift from the office. She was glad of the alone time and being able to get ready before she called up.
She bade them good luck as she exited the elevator on her floor. She quickly walked to the room, hoping against hope that she wouldn't bump into Seth again.
Entering the cool room she quickly stripped off and showered. Lyla knew nothing about the what the investors were into. Clarke had paid for her to have her hair and nails done, he insisted on her getting a wax. Just in case he said. Her phone beeped as she said down naked. The over head fan was running full blast. Her heart skipped as she seen the message was from Seth.
"Morning beautiful," it read, "how are you today? My father bought the yacht so if you are free on Sat would love to take you out on the lake."
She allowed herself a little squeal, it had been a long time since she felt this way about a guy. They had one date since he came back into her life but nothing happened. Just dinner and drinks.
"Very tame compared to my recent exploits." She had thought as she took off her high heels after their date. Surprisingly she wasn't too pissed that they didn't fuck. She took care of herself under the covers thinking of him but was glad that they had just talked and caught up, he meant more to her than a casual hook-up.
Lyla replied that she would love to, she opened up her contacts and messaged Halle. She hadn't spoken to her in a few days, she replied almost instantly.
"Not surprising," Lyla thought, "the fucking phone is constantly in her hand."
Halle had sent a quick succession of 7 messages. She was doing well, enjoyed the meetings and the conversations she had with Curtis. She told Lyla that was really excited but nervous about her first session. She was getting lots of tips from the male cam stars. She thanked her again for setting it up, finishing up she added a devil emoji and said she was scared of Holts reaction.
Lyla told her she was welcome and not to worry about Holt. She had just set the phone down when it pinged again. This time it was from Sunni, apologizing for her recent behavior and asking if they could go out for a drink or dinner soon.
She knew her housemate was under a lot of pressure between working, rehearsing for a play and the threat of her estranged father arriving soon. She felt bad that she didn't try harder to sort things out sooner, she hadn't seen much of her since they had kissed while drunk. She responded that she would love to go for a drink and not to worry about anything.
Lyla set the phone down and stretched out on the couch, her naked skin covered in goose bumps as the fan caressed her skin with the cool air. She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew Mr. Howe was shaking her by the shoulders.
"Lyla you didn't answer your phone." He said through gritted teeth. "These guys are game changers, we can't afford to fuck this up." He looked at her tits as he spoke the last few words.
"Take it all in Robert, you won't be seeing them again." She spat as she ran to the bathroom to grab her clothes.
"How did the meeting go?" She called as she slid on her black satin thong. The look she had settled on highlighter her curvy figure, she chose a black lace bra, sleeveless dark green blouse and a beige mini skirt, finished off with killer high heels. Her hair would be worn down.
"Clarke spoke really well, He was just a bit shocked that Gunner himself decided to make this trip."
"Gunner?" She called out.
"Yes he is the top dog, not usually known for attending these types of meetings, Clarke had a few dealings with him years ago. The man always intimidated him for some reason. He seemed OK to me, just a quiet guy, he didn't really react when I delivered the stats and figures and what they could hope for in the future. Neither him nor his colleague gave too much away, I can sense Clarke's uneasiness is causing an atmosphere. I decided to excuse myself and call you in a bit earlier. Thankfully the booking was in my name, so the front desk let me in."
A few squirts of perfume and she was back in the seating area of the room.
"Well I am ready now." Lyla said, extending her arms and giving a sarcastic twirl.
"Very nice," He said, opening the door and standing aside to let her out.
