Adrian texted me later that afternoon, to tell me that we needed to talk. He told me he would send his car for me at 10am the following morning. Time dragged so slowly for the rest of the day. I really didn't get much sleep at all, as I was worried about the morning meeting with him.
Sara slept just fine of course. She had made her deal with the devil, and was out of the heat. Also, the three glasses of wine, two ecstasy pills and multiple orgasms that she had enjoyed, had rendered her considerably more relaxed than me. In the morning I waited nervously by the door for Adrian's car.
Sara came over to me, gave me a hug, and handed me her hot pink lip gloss.
"This should work if the negotiations stall," she said with a giggle. "It is Adrian's favorite color!"
I didn't take it from her. However, unbeknownst to me, she slipped it in my jacket pocket, when she hugged me again. I knew she was trying to lighten the mood, but her attempt at humor fell flat for me. She had already made her deal and was off the hook. Now I was about to learn what Adrian wanted from me, and I was not in a joking mood.
His car arrived exactly on time, and the driver was waiting for me as I approached the limousine. This was a different guy than before, a much younger, more physically imposing man. He was more like a bodyguard than a chauffeur.
When I got to the door, the bodyguard told me to face the car, and put my hands on the roof. His manner left no room for negotiation, and I complied. He kicked my legs apart roughly, and patted me down thoroughly. Obviously his search yielded nothing, but he did find the hot pink lip gloss, that Sara had slipped into my pocket.
Once he was satisfied I was unarmed, he opened the door for me, and I got into the rear seat of the car. Adrian was already in the car, along with another well dressed man, who I had never met before.
The bodyguard handed the pink lip gloss to Adrian with a quizzical frown. "This was in his pocket," he said without expression, before closing the door of the limo.
Adrian shook my hand, and we exchanged a lukewarm greeting.
"This is Mr. Stanley, my legal counsel," Adrian said by way of introduction.
I gave the attorney a cautious nod, and the car started down my driveway.
"Did you really think I was armed and planning to hurt you, Adrian?" I asked.
He laughed at that suggestion and said, "I had never even considered the possibility that you would have the balls to confront me, much less hurt me. Plus, you entered my car with my favorite colored lip gloss in your pocket. That is a clear indication to me that you are here to submit, not fight."
Adrian held the lip gloss up to the light inside the car. "Pretty little thing, Barbie Pink," he read from the side of the tube, with a condescending smirk. "Sara must have told you this was my favorite color," he continued, relishing my discomfort.
"The pat-down was to make sure you are not wearing a wire. You and I are going to have a very important conversation, but it needs to stay between the two of us, and my team of lawyers." he continued.
His lawyer sat there impassively, as Adrian outlined his version of my future. Over the course of the next few minutes, as I squirmed uncomfortably in front of the two powerful men, Adrian gave me two options.
