Under the Tall Pines
Episode 10: The Long Road
By Keith Yates
Published by Keith Yates
Cover Art by: Keith Yates
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011
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Paul waited anxiously in the office of the Westerveldt family attorney, Starkey Hodges.
Starkey had been their family lawyer for nearly twenty years. He had seen them through numerous legal scenarios...business acquisitions...labor disputes...paternity suits...any legal action imaginable.
In his career, Starkey Hodges had only lost three cases. He was shrewd a litigator and could easily strong-arm the majority of his opponents in the courtroom.
While seeking the files on the James Westerveldt Estate, the lawyer had left Paul to wait in his office.
For many years, Paul had wondered what the size of his trust fund would be. Clarissa had kept it a complete secret and had continuously used her power over his trust as coercion for him to stay married to Pam. Therefore, his mother had assured Pam’s place in the family.
Paul would always hate his father for giving his crazy mother that sort of control over him. Now, Pam was dead, and Clarissa had been incapacitated by her stroke. He was about to come into his own.
Paul was already counting the millions in his head…an action he had done during most of his adult life. He had spent hundreds of hours speculating and dreaming of what he would buy with his own vast fortune. Soon, there would be no more reason to speculate.
About a year ago, Paul had intercepted a trust statement that had been addressed to Worth. Worth had always kept his own trust as well as Dean’s a secret from Paul. So, Paul had taken the opportunity to learn a little information for compare and contrast. The statement that he had intercepted was for that of his youngest brother, Dean. Paul had shocked at the amount that he had seen as the account balance. The trust had valued at 42 million!
Paul had assumed that his trust fund would be at least equal to that…if not much more.
As Starkey came back into the office, Paul’s heart raced with anticipation. He felt as if he were a kid running toward a stack of Christmas presents…all addressed to him!
Starkey was a pleasant-faced man in his mid-forties. He was of medium height and a stocky build with the beginnings of a comb-over atop his head.
“Well?” Paul asked as the lawyer took his seat back behind his large oak desk.
“Paul, you are now a very rich man.”
“Hot damn!” He yelled out.
“Now, that Clarissa is incapacitated, you have every legal right to these funds.”
“How much is it?” Paul asked eagerly.
“Let me see,” the lawyer said as he opened up the folder in front of him. “You now have in your control a trust fund worth slightly over five million dollars!”
He froze for a moment. “Five million dollars?” Paul asked with a frown. “Is that all?”
“Why, yes.... That is quite a bit of money.”
“This has got to be a joke!”
“Paul, it is no joke. Your trust fund is valued at 5 million dollars.”
Paul’s face turned crimson. “I know Dean’s is valued at 42 million!” He thundered angrily. “What the hell is up with that?”
Starkey’s face went blank for a moment. “How would you know such a thing? That information, whether true or false, is confidential.”
“Don’t play stupid with me, Starkey! I got my sources!” Paul retorted loudly. “I don’t get this shit! Why would my trust fund be lower than Dean’s for God’s sakes?! If that fool got 42 million, I’m sure Worth and Diana got double that!”
“I cannot divulge this information to you, Paul. I hope you understand.”
“Well, this has all got to be some sort of mistake then.”
“No, I can say that this is the accurate amount of your trust fund. Your father did indeed leave you this amount! It is spelled out that way in the will,” Starkey advised.
“That old son-of-a-bitch! He left me pennies compared to the rest of them! Fuckin’ asshole!”
“I hold your family in deep regard, so I do not want to start a family squabble, but I will confirm that your father did not leave his five children the same amounts. All of you received different totals.”
“Hold up!” Paul shot back. “You just said the old man had five kids!”
Starkey gulped. “No, I didn’t…I said four kids.” Sweat began to emerge on the attorney’s brow.
“You’re lying!” Paul roared. “What the fuck?! Who else is gettin’ some of our money?!”
“I misspoke,” Starkey said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. “There are only four trusts set up for his four children. I was stuck on the word five because of the amount of your trust fund.”
Starkey was a smooth liar. The fact remained that there was an additional 35 million dollar setup for another male child. Starkey did not know the identity of the child, but James had made the provision during his final days before his death. All the details were in a file marked beneficiary #5.
Worth, of course, was in the know, but the identity of the 5th beneficiary still remained a mystery.
“Okay,” he grunted not entirely convinced.
“All you need to worry about is that you now have five million dollars!”
“Whatever!” Paul said, fuming.
“Five million dollars is a lot of money. Face it, Paul, you are a rich man in your own right.”
“Yep, I suppose, but this still chaps my hide!”
“You can’t think about that. Your father has been dead ten long years, and now you gotta put this all behind you and focus on being your own man with a sizeable fortune.”
“My own man?” Paul asked, calming down. “I must say I do like the sound of that. I’ve always been under Daddy’s or Momma’s control all my life.”
“Not anymore,” Starkey said, standing up and extending his hand. “Congratulations.”
Paul accepted his shake. “Thanks,” he said with a nod. “I guess I gotta live with this, but believe me Worth is gonna hear about this!”
“Good morning, Olympia,” Stephanie said gleefully as she joined her sister for breakfast on the veranda of the St. James Estate.
“Mornin’ to you,” Olympia said, looking Stephanie up and down. “You sure do sound chipper,” she said, taking another sip of her morning whiskey.
“It’s a gorgeous day out here...not hot yet. It feels like it’s still spring.”
“Well, technically it is, but give it two hours, and it will be ninety-somethin’ degrees out here.”
At first, Stephanie did not respond. Instead, she simply went on with the business of breakfast. She filled her plate with some blueberry muffins as Elizabeth came from behind and filled her prepositioned cup with some coffee.
“So, how was your date with Santiago Sanchez?”
“It was interesting.”
“How so? Did you two…?”
“Naw, we didn’t fuck, and it ain’t cos I didn’t want to.”
Stephanie snorted a quick laugh. “Did you make a move on him?”
“Of course,” began Olympia. “But he is playing it cool and close to the vest. I am pretty sure he is interested in me, though.”
“I hope this one turns out to be a decent guy for a change.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“Well,” Stephanie began slowly. She realized that perhaps she had just stuck her foot in her mouth. She thought for a moment how to construct this response with some tact. “All the guys you usually bring around only want one thing.”
“I like it that way, honey! I usually want one thing from them, so it’s a fair trade!”
“Do you think Santiago Sanchez is interested in a relationship with you?”
“I don’t know about that,” Olympia began. “I’m not a mind reader, but I can definitely tell body language, and the two of us are speaking that same language.”
“I just want you to find another relationship.”
“What?” Olympia questioned sharply. “Where the hell is this coming from?”
“Olympia, I know you like to party and all, but Jed has been dead for many years now. Isn’t it time for you to settle down with one man?” Stephanie asked, sipping on some coffee.
“I ain’t no old lady! I know I got a lot of good times left in me!”
“No-one would accuse you of bein’ an old lady, but Olympia, you can have fun with one guy...a guy who cares about you.”
“We’ll see,” Olympia stated curtly. “I don’t wanna talk about this no more. I want to know what you were doin’ last night!”
“You know that I just hung out here. I ended up watching a movie.”
“Ya sure about that?”
“Yes,” Stephanie said cautiously as she gulped down the last of her first muffin.
“How come, when I came in last night, I found you and Julie on that couch all up next to each other?” Olympia asked acidly.
“We fell asleep!” Stephanie said, defending her actions.
“Asleep? With your arm around her?” Olympia asked in a scolding tone. “What the hell are you tryin’ to pull on me? I know you too well for that shit! Did something happen between you and Julie last night?”
“Naw! Nothin’ sexual, but we did have a real nice time together.”
“Stephanie, for the millionth time, Julie is straight.”
“I know, and I tried to avoid her. But she came home early, and it all just sort of happened. I thought about goin’ to bed, but I just couldn’t stop myself.”
“Must I remind you of little Becky...Lee...Collins?”
“No,” Stephanie replied tersely, not wanting to be reminded of that humiliating experience.
The year after their mother, Issebelle Gouch, had left them, Stephanie had only been in fifth grade. At this point in her young life, Stephanie had begun the first stirrings of interests in other little girls. She had developed a crush on the prettiest girl at Sallis Academy, Becky Lee Collins.
Becky Lee had a Kewpie doll face with long blonde hair, which was usually in pigtails, and the brightest blue eyes that Stephanie had ever seen. Despite her young age, on some level Becky Lee had known that Stephanie had a crush on her. So, she had taken advantage of Stephanie at every turn.
She had made Stephanie carry her books from school. Becky Lee had always sweet-talked her into giving all her delicious Hostess cakes out of her lunch. To win her favor, Stephanie had also bought toys for her and gave the girl money, when asked.
For an 11-year old, Becky Lee Collins had the making of a damn good opportunist.
Olympia, who was several years older than her sister, had noticed Stephanie’s crush on the girl. So, in famous Olympia style, she had decided to investigate this further.
She had kept her eyes and ears open for weeks. Finally, at church one Sunday, both Stephanie and Olympia had overheard Becky Lee telling another little girl that Stephanie was a weirdo and that she was using her for money and cool toys. The little girl’s cruel words had burned the young lesbian’s heart like a poker.
After the church service, while playing Red Rover, Stephanie had confronted Becky Lee. Cornered, she had ridiculed Stephanie in front of all the other church kids. The group of children had laughed and jeered her calling her: weirdo and butchie. It had been like a surreal and traumatic moment from some tragic movie.
Stephanie had fallen apart and had run away in tears.
Round one had gone to little Becky Lee….
What the nasty little girl had not known was that Olympia had been watching from across the church playground with a vengeful look in her eyes.
Olympia had known all too well that Stephanie liked girls - just like their Aunt Eunice had. Olympia had also quickly figured out Becky Lee had played her sister. Olympia had never let anyone fuck with Stephanie, and Lil’ Becky Lee Collins was about to find out first hand.
It has been said that revenge is a dish served best cold, so Olympia had waited for several weeks before she had made her move. Olympia had hired a teenage henchman to follow Becky Lee after school. The young man had chased Becky Lee into the woods near Melton’s Gorge. He had cornered her in a pine thicket with a pair of rusty scissors. The young goon had held her down and had cut off all of her beautiful blonde hair as Becky Lee had screamed, cried and kicked. After that, Becky Lee, now nearly bald, had been told to stay away from and keep her mouth shut about Stephanie St. James forever - or else!
Stephanie had never known any of this, but she had noticed Becky Lee’s crazy haircut. Soon, Stephanie had Becky Lee out of her system, and all had gone back to normal.
The last that anyone had heard about Becky Lee was that she had married a drunk and was living in a trailer park somewhere with 8 kids.
“This situation ain’t like that! Julie ain’t takin’ advantage of me!” Stephanie insisted.
“I ain’t sayin’ she is tryin’ that! I am tellin’ you that you always get your heart broken by these straight girls! You keep barkin’ up these wrong trees, no matter how many times you keep gettin’ kicked in the face!”
“I don’t know about that, but me and Julie are living in the same house! I see her every day! She is so beautiful and kind!” Stephanie said loudly. “She is so my type, and I can’t help but develop feelings for her!”
“So you are falling for her, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Olympia, I do have feelings for Julie!” Stephanie yelled out as if declaring it to the world.
Olympia did not respond. Instead, she stared toward the door. Stephanie turned to see Julie standing there!
“Julie!” Stephanie gasped. “How much of that did you hear?” She asked urgently as her face turned red.
“You like me?” Julie asked in shock.
Stephanie could not speak. Instead, she leapt out of her seat and took off past Julie into the house.
“Wait!” Olympia called out, but Stephanie did not stop. Instead, after a moment, she hauled ass out the front door with her keys in her hand, jumped into her red truck and took off!
Following their sudden departure from the Whispering Pines Cafe the previous night, Worth and Cassie had made the hour long drive to New Orleans for dinner.
They had dined at the exclusive Cajun restaurant, Les Temps de Soleil. He had ensured that Cassie had a fun and memorable evening - complete with plenty of champagne, hors d’oeuvres, Cajun lobster for him and Creole Stuffed Peppers for her.
It was obvious to him from the sparkle in her eyes and the dazzle in her smile that he had achieved his goal of giving her the perfect evening.
On the other hand, Worth’s evening had been far from perfect. His encounter with Julie at the Whispering Pines Cafe had echoed in his head throughout the entire evening.
He still could not believe her nerve.... She was actually trying to get 20 million dollars of his family’s money! He might have considered a hundred-thousand dollar settlement, but there was no way in hell that he was going to let her have that much money!
That morning, after he had left for work, he called his lawyer, Starkey, on his cell phone from his truck.
“Hey man,” Worth said into the phone.
“I thought I’d be hearing from you,” Starkey stated. “I got the paperwork that you sent over here right in front of me.”
“Have you had time to review it?”
“Yes, Julie is going for a very hefty settlement!”
“That bitch is not getting one penny! Do you hear me?!”
“I hear ya…loud and clear, Worth, but it looks like your soon-to-be ex-wife has got her a strong case in the works.”
“What?!” Worth asked angrily as he made a right turn on Highway 67 toward his office.
“Playing devil’s advocate here, you did cheat on Julie with another woman, correct?”
“Yes,” he replied tersely.
“And you did move Miss Culpepper in the night that she left, correct?”
“Yes, so!” He shot back.
“So?” The lawyer questioned sharply. “In the eyes of a jury, this would appear to be a deliberate and cruel affair.... Julie’s counselor could prove that with her eyes closed and her mouth taped shut!”
“Well, Julie wasn’t working out, so I had to find me another one!”
“You make it sound like you were replacing a toothbrush or something! You can never let the press or anyone else, other than me, hear you talk like that! I’ve got to do some major spin control and try to drum up some sympathy…somehow.”
“The truth is...she wouldn’t put out enough, and she never did give me any sons! When sex did happen with Julie, it was like trying to ride an iceberg. I had to trade ‘er in for a new, younger model! Who can blame a guy?”
“That is the last thing that we would ever let a judge or anyone else hear.”
“I know that!” Worth seethed. “I am no fool. I was trying to talk to you like the family friend that you are.”
“I am a friend to you and your family, so I am going to be straight with ya.”
“That’s what I want.”
“I think we should settle.”
“What?! You can’t be serious!”
“You have been so public with Cassie. You could have been more discreet.”
“Perhaps....”
“You cheated on your wife and replaced her that very night with your mistress. This has already played out all over town. There is something else to consider....”
“What’s that?”
“Julie has obtained the services of Shauntel von Schilling!”
“Who in the fuck is Shauntel von Schilling?”
“She’s a new attorney in town, and she is a fierce competitor. I’ve already been against her once, and I barely squeaked by with that non-guilty verdict for the Breedlove clan. That woman made me break a sweat several times during that trial! Shauntel von Schilling plays hard.”
“This is bull!” Worth retorted. “I ain’t going to settle with the likes of my soon-to-be ex-wife! There ain’t no way she is getting her bony fingers on any of my money! I want this decided and decided now! You gotta call in some favors up at the courthouse. Get this shit moved up and get me Judge Callahan!”
“Your golfing buddy?” the lawyer questioned.
“Yes, Travis will not let us down! Also, I want you to counter-offer a settlement of only twenty dollars!”
“You can’t be serious,” Starkey stated. “Julie will see that as an insult.”
“It’s meant to be one!”
“I am not sure about this,” he replied cautiously.
“Just do it, Starkey!”
“When do you want Judge Callahan to hear the case?”
“Tomorrow.... We should strike before they can get a game plan together. Julie is not going to drag this out and get any sympathy! That bitch will not see this coming!”
“This is a real bad idea, Worth!”
“Julie needs to be taught a lesson. It should be swift and devastating! Just get me Judge Callahan and get the court date moved to tomorrow!”
“Hello, lover,” Eve muttered in a husky voice as Paul came into the door of room 13 of the Shady Pines Motel.
Paul turned quickly to see Eve, standing there in an ill-fitting, white nurses’ uniform. Her right, hairy leg was propped up on a nearby chair, and she had her left hand on her ample hip. It was Eve’s best offer at a sexy pose.
“I see you got the uniform from your sister.... Good work,” he said in an encouraging tone, while fighting back a disgusted scowl at the sight before him.
She bolted toward him like a bull toward a red sheet. She grabbed him and forced her arms around him, nearly knocking him down. Eve kissed him hard on the lips as she ran her hands over his back.
“Eve, what the hell are you doing?!” Paul yelled scathingly.
“What does it look like, dumplin’? I’m about to get me some!”
“We can’t do this now!” He replied rationally as he pushed her off of him. “You have got to leave in a few minutes for the hospital!” He paused and looked at her frustrated face. “My source told me that Alanna Rodriquez’ test results would be ready at two o’clock. We’ve got to get a move on!”
“I’m sick of this shit!” Eve screamed. “I’m ready to fuck, and all you’re doin’ is putting me off!”
With his teeth gritted, he managed to give her a tender smile. “Eve, you know we have work to do before we can be together.”
“No!” She screamed as she pushed him onto the bed. “I killed your wife for you, and you keep makin’ me wait! Now, I is about ta break into that damn hospital and switch some test results for you, and you’re still makin’ me wait!”
Paul gazed up in veiled disgust at the woman standing above him. He could not stand the sight of her…much less wanted to fuck her. He had put her off - over and over again. Eve was starting to become a liability….
“I say we do it now, or I ain’t switchin’ no damn tests!”
“What?”
“You heard me, hot shot! Unless you fuck me here and now, I ain’t doin’ shit fer your ass!”
Paul gulped out of fear and revulsion. He felt all his safety nets being pulled away. There had to be some way out of this.
“But, Eve….”
“But nothin’!” She interrupted as she jumped on the bed with him.
Her body crashed onto his. Her heavy frame restricted his breathing as she kissed and licked his face. Paul struggled in vain to push her off of him. She pressed down harder, holding him in place as one of her hands felt of his chest, and the other went to his crotch. She gave it a firm squeeze as she slurped on his face with the glee of a happy puppy. Paul’s arms lay beside him, limp and motionless as she moved over every part of him.
She lifted up from him and stood. “I’s gunna do a little strip tease for ya now.”
“Uh….,” Paul muttered, now completely traumatized.
As she began to take off the white top, her corpulent body and broad shoulders came into view. Her blinding skin was the whitest that he had ever seen. Eve had hairy shoulders with hair also running down her back. Paul’s mouth fell open.
Then, she moved seductively and pulled off the white nurses’ skirt, revealing a gigantic pair of tan, jumbo grandma panties with immense amounts of wiry black hair coming from the top and sides of the stained garment. In fact, there was so much foliage that it looked as if some poor animal had crawled between Eve’s legs and died.
Paul gasped aloud and closed his eyes. He was not sure if he could take much more of this.
She stepped closer to him. “You likin’ what you see, lover?” She asked, batting her eyes at him.
“It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen,” he managed to utter as his stomach spun around like a record.
She grabbed his crotch through his jeans with an iron grip. She began to squeeze his flaccid penis through the denim. It did not respond in the slightest to her touch.
Eve climbed onto the bed and leaned in toward Paul’s mid-section. She unzipped his jeans and pushed his white briefs out of the way. She reached in and fished out his soft member by the head and looked at it.
“It looks ta me that my baby’s got a thick ‘un. I can’t wait ta see what it looks like when it’s all hard n stuff.”
With that said, Eve put her mouth around the head and began to suck his flaccid cock.
Paul lay there, motionless and lifeless as he stared up at the ceiling, wishing he were somewhere else. He tried to think of a hot chick. Dr. Melanie Stone came to mind.
Damn, I wish I had Melanie’s face buried around my cock!
It was not working though.
The rear view of scantily clad Eve was more than he could stomach. Paul began to choke back vomit.
Meanwhile, Eve was still hungrily sucking on Paul’s deflated member, but by several minutes into her blow job, she began to notice that it was not getting hard. This issue began to become of great concern to her. So, to add some additional stimulation, Eve slowly petted his hairy nuts, while continuing her mouth work on his wet-noodle cock.
Slowly, Eve continued to move her panty-covered vagina closer and closer to him. The pungent aroma of her sex flowed toward him. It was the worst smell he had ever encountered. It made him violently nauseous. His stomach churned. It did not just stink…it was a stink for the ages!
Suddenly, Paul pushed her off of him and jumped up off the bed. He dashed toward the bathroom, but failed to make it to the door by four feet. His stomach contracted harshly as he lost his breakfast in the middle of the cheap motel room floor. He fell to his knees and held his abdomen as more and more vomit shot out of his body.
Eve, who was at first confused, suddenly became majorly hurt. Clearly spurned, she began to put back on the nurses’ uniform.
Finally, Paul stopped vomiting and slowly stood up. His face was red, and his eyes were watering. Usually he loved a woman’s pussy. He loved the smell of it, the taste of it, the way it looked, but not this pussy. This was the pussy from hell!
“You lied to me!” Eve hollered thunderously.
“Huh?” Paul questioned as he wiped the water from his brown eyes. His head still swam for a moment, but he began to quickly regain his faculties.
“You told me you loved me, and you go and throw up! Ya didn’t even get hard when I was blowin’ your goober!”
It was all true. He was disgusted by her. The sight of her made him sick. He hated to be touched by her, but he reminded himself of how much was riding on Eve this afternoon.
“No, baby,” he said softly as he moved to her and tried to take her into his arms.
“Let go of me!” Eve said as she lamely fought to get away.
“No, I do love you, Eve.” He forced himself to kiss her cracked lips. “But this whole thing has got me so nervous.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you did kill my wife, and, now, you’re about to break into the hospital lab and switch the results of Alanna’s tests. So, yeah, I’m nervous. If somethin’ goes wrong, you and I would go to jail and never be together.”
“Oh, Paul, us being together means that much to you?”
“God, yes!” He exclaimed as he pulled away from her. “We have got to be so careful now, but soon there will be plenty of time for love-making.”
“You’re right,” she said with a returning smile. She fought back a tear. “I just get carried away and all when it comes to you,” she said softly.
“Me too,” Paul replied. “But, now, you know what you’ve got to do, Eve. Go switch those tests, and, then, we will be one step closer to being together!”
“Yes, Paul, I will do it! I will do anything for you!”
Paul smiled to himself as he hugged her again. Her doing anything was exactly what he was counting on, and, then, it would be time to get rid of Eve Moore once and for all!
“Sheriff,” Alanna said, getting up from her seated position on the back wall of her cell. “Is there news of these tests?”
“Not yet, Miss Rodriquez.”
“I see.”
In her cell, she approached him slowly. Drake observed her as she moved closer. He could not help but notice her beauty in these drab surroundings.
Pud was right about her breasts. God, what the hell am I thinking?
“I did want to stop by though, and make sure you were okay this morning.”
“I am fine as I can be, I guess. It is hard here.”
“This place can be rough. I am sorry about that,” he offered sincerely.
Alanna scanned his blue eyes and strong, masculine face. “You think these tests will help me?”
“It will prove your claims of course and perhaps disprove the claims of others.”
“You mean those of Paul Westerveldt?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied, moving his dangling hand to his belt. “His statement against you was pretty damaging.”
“I know he is hiding something,” she said, putting her hands onto the bars. “And I think you are thinking the same thing.”
“I cannot make that bold of a statement at this time, Miss Rodriquez, but I do plan to find who killed Pam Westerveldt.”
“I know you will. You are a smart man.”
“Thank you,” Drake replied with a nod.
He fought a smile. In his heart, he knew that she had not committed this crime, and he wanted so badly to comfort her, but he knew that he must maintain his professional detachment. Also, he was not the type of man to ever give anyone false hopes.
He continued. “I will bring this killer to justice.... I have to get back to my office now, but if you need anything - anything at all - please send for me.”
“I know you been suckin’ his dick!” A female prisoner yelled at them from across the hall.
“Shut-up, Crazy Brenda!” Drake barked.
He turned back to her.
“I want to thank you,” Alanna told him.
“For what?”
“For being so nice to me,” she stated. “You have treated me with respect through this nightmare, and I appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said with a warm smile as he turned to leave. “I will be back shortly.”
Olympia pulled up in front of the construction site of her new Burger Queen franchise that she had been working on with Santiago Sanchez. She looked up and noticed that the initial framework was now in place.
As she stepped out of her BMW in her small skirt and heels, she stopped in front of several Mexican workers, slacking off in front of the site.
“Hey!” She screamed at them with her hand on her hips. “Get your thumbs outta your asses and get back to work! You’re on my dime!”
Promptly, the men went back to what they had doing before, while one or two grumbled something about her being a crazy lush to themselves in Spanish.
Olympia tossed her hair slightly and began into the construction area.
Santiago Sanchez was definitely producing results, and, if her plans went the way that she had envisioned, he would also start producing results in her bed. She had to utilize a man as fine as Santiago Sanchez to his full potential, and she knew exactly how to do just that.
She walked through the construction area and back to his small makeshift office near the back of the property. She came in without knocking to find him sitting behind his desk, crunching some numbers on his calculator.
“Olympia,” he said with an element of surprise in his voice, but an unsure smile on his face. “What brings you by?”
Olympia returned with a seductive smile.
He looked damn good in her eyes. His black hair was slicked back, and he was wearing a crisp white button down and a red and black tie.