Having been caught in the tornado of temptation with Turina and Maxtina, Arlington Cross definitely wasn't up to playing the game of a desperate dude in need of feminine attentions. "Suddenly, you arrive on my doorstep, three days before the sale is to happen,” starting to give a blunt assessment of this visit, "Now, you and I both know this ain't coincidence.”
"That's exactly why I'm here, tonight.” coral lips parted and a grin formed on her silken face.
"Do you have a new set of numbers for me?” turning suddenly humble to this disarming woman, Arlington began revisiting past conversations on the possible pricing of the precious trio of that August auction.
"Well,” unclasping white purse, Pao pulled out a sliver of powder blue paper, "I have contacted my home office and this is our new offer.”
Paper placed into his hand was read quickly, "Well, this is quite an improvement than before,” handing the item back to Pao, "Yet, something so priceless cannot be purchased cheaply.”
A tinge of rejection flowed from his hand to hers as Pao folded the paper and placed it back into her purse. "Maybe, you can see something precious, in a different light.”
"And, how is that?” Arlington Cross took off his black rimmed reading glasses, putting them onto that oak desk. Briefly placing right thumb and index finger to bridge of his nose, he squinted for a second.
"I know our offer may not be the largest. Especially, among all the others that have contacted you,” content with that number on a piece of paper, Pao continued that promotion of Flower Moon's flawless reputation, "But, it is a fair price"
"Forget about saying it as our offer,” Arlington wanted to hack through the field of Pao's veiling herself behind the bamboo curtain of that Shanghai location, as he began placing hands in pockets and probed a bit further, "I want the pleading for my attention to come from you.”
"Me?" taken aback by this Texan's statement, Tse-Ling was driven to a simple shrug in replying to him.
"You are nobody's delivery girl.” His right hand came out of pants' pocket and pinched the bridge of his nose gently. “You are a bright pearl Pao There's no way that your office would have sent you to Vancouver, if you weren't prepared for the job.”
"Maybe I'm not the right person for the job? Is that what you're saying to me?” Pao’s confidence took an unwarranted uppercut from Arlington, as if a cape of doubt suddenly began to ascend over her.
"Not in any way, Pao. You have a sterling reputation. Fortunately, this lot is among the niche that you have so discreetly dedicated a career to,” Cross brushed mixed hair back with both hands.
"That's something quite interesting. You've had me investigated" Never a person to down in self pity or dejection, Pao took a swing in her own defense and distinction built over several years "Now, you tell me why I shouldn't feel besmirched by this invasion of my privacy?"
Hearing such a snap in this woman's voice, Arlington couldn't help but give her a sparkle of praise. "Curiosity and novelty is what you trade in. This isn't something that the average house buys and sells. This isn't for the meek.”
"At least now I know,” Tse-Ling took a long, deep breath, coming to terms with her Canadian counterpart, "You and I are in the same business.”
"Precisely put, pretty Pao. So, this means you can put a higher number on that paper.” knowing this fascinating lady from Shanghai had more leeway with pricing goods than most buyers he'd come across. "You, me, and all the others that have been sniffing around this place, know to the winner goes those golden spoils.”
"You're correct, sir. I could, but, I won't.” Pao Tse-Ling's verbal tango with him, turned from glimmering to a stern refusal. "That is my final offer,” beginning to exit his establishment with purse in hand, "Good night, sir.”
"There may be another option,” Cross tossed a preserver of opportunity into acquisition's ocean.
As those words drifted from his lips, Pao suddenly stopped in her tracks. With back to this Cross, she smiled to herself. Turning around to face him, the smile evaporated. "And, what could that possibly be?"
"I could leave the bidding open for another 72 hours,” Arlington began to lay an offer on the line, hoping Pao might take it.
Pao may have relished the chance to get back into the ring of negotiation with him, knowing those four corners may be closing in around her. "Tell me exactly how 3 days could change this offer's position?"
"The market's hot right now. That's because everyone thinks the time is almost up,” owner of Cross Collectibles gave the outlook on where the auction was heading, “As the hours fly by, the wheat separates from the chaff.”
"I know this may be inappropriate,” Pao folded arms with purse held in hand, “But how high am I on that bidder’s list?”
"You are in the lucky seven.” Enjoying Pao's interest being peaked in hearing about the odds being in her favor, Arlington grinned.
"That's a good thing to know" Feeling she'd partially dissolved that wall of distrust which Arlington placed between her and him, Pao felt a sense of comfort in inquiring to Cross "But, does that mean you can be more specific?"
"I could,” Cross let out a relaxed laugh, as that feather of flirtation, which was there when they first met, tickled his soul, “But then what felicity would there be in that?”
"Felicity may be a relative thing.”
"Pleasure always is.”
"And, what pray tell…” Pao took off her jacket as a seductive ribbon curled around her, "Gives you bliss?”
"Beauty.” Unknotting his tie with one hand, Arlington Cross gazed at this hypnotic creature before him, "Wisdom.”
"A wise man once said,” Pao's palms gingerly rubbed against each other, as a quote from de Montaigne seemed more than appropriate for what journey this varied duo were about to embark on, "One may be humble out of pride.”
Mixture of surprise and thrill rolled over him. "Three is your lucky number, Pao.”
"In life's game of chance,” Tse-Ling placed peach jacket onto a wooden chair, "Maybe the golden jackpot is right within your realm.”
"Lady Luck.” Cross’s arousal almost became uncontrollable in the presence of such loveliness as he walked closer to Pao. "Casting a spell?"
Eclipse of a blush formed on Pao's cheeks. "The fairy dust is mine.” Attentively, rubbing a manicured hand against Arlington’s crotch, "While the wand remains in your court.”
Lightly whispering into Pao’s soft ear, Arlington feasted on the temptation. "Soon to be into you.” tiny kisses onto her lobes. "Lovely queen of lust.”
Tingling sensations filled Pao, as moist lips pressed against his. Arlington Cross’s charming ways melted away this lady's defenses.
Within a foot of where they stood, a black leather swivel chair sat empty. Tse-Ling pressed against Cross, getting him into a seated position. "Pao, What are you doing?"
"Be silent, sir.” Pao pulled the silk fabric of blouse away and revealed a white lace bra. Three small hooks set herself free, "Silence is golden, Arlington.”
Holding this woman by the hips, Cross pulled Pao closer and kissed her right breast "Absolutely golden. Just as your breasts. Beautiful.”
"Mmm, that's nice.” Exhaling with that feeling of bliss, Pao's desire was slowly building for him.
With his hands still on her hips, Arlington reached behind her and unzipped the white skirt. She shimmied as it fell onto that wooden floor. One leg stepped out and the other deftly kicked the cotton item onto the cluttered oak desk.
Pao placed her hands onto Arlington's strong shoulders, as his eyes followed her every movement, "A delicate flower you are, Pao.” tip of tongue gently licked between those breasts.
"Cross, is this your idea of negotiating?” tiny giggle came out of that smiling mouth, while placing left index finger beneath his chin.
"No, Pao.” Playing lust's cards close to the vest, Arlington Cross gingerly kissed Pao's palm and let that soft hand go from his, "This is my idea of pleasure.”
Tse-Ling's hair was tightly pulled back in a bow design, held in place with white satin ribbon and golden hairpins. This woman remained a vision of ornate mystery for an animal of male persuasion. Manicured fingers freed that silken mane, letting Pao feel truly independent of conventionality and clothing.
"That's good to hear.” Pao’s hair fell, like strands of chocolate linguini against Cross’s cheek. Kneeling between his legs, a whisper came from those tender lips, "Pleasure is so subjective, sir.” ........end of excerpt
Arlington Cross - Vancouver antiques dealer and owner of Cross Collectibles and recipient of a package from the deceased elder female in France. He is a man under the faulty impression that making a move from the United States to Canada would make his life more simplistic. Little could Arlington Cross ever imagine how complex an antique auction would be.
Pao Tse-Ling - Chief of acquisitions for a Chinese antique house. She has been sent on a journey to Canada for a simple purchase during an upcoming auction at Cross Collectibles. Not just any items would bring this female across the world to North America. These are treasures that Tse-Ling and her employer have been quite interested in for many years. Little did she think any danger would exist at a humble location in Vancouver.
Jaqueline Niemann – Elegant woman of French charm, who has seen her share of fluctuating history. Prized package sent to a Vancouver dealer of antiques, is her final act of altruism. The treasure all have sought flows from her dainty fingertips.
~~~Rack Em Description~~~
Romance Is Beyond The Bounds Of Time....
From a simple action in 1758 France, Manon was a woman who sacrificed her glittering bobbles to get a lover out of prison.
Seems like something so innocuous to lead to a modern day mystery. Yet, her name was Manon Balletti. And, the man who held her heart was known more famously by his last name - Casanova...
A.H. Scott sets the game of life on edge in the pages of "Rack Em".
In the world of international auctions, a Vancouver antiques dealer is at the center of an erotic & exotic quest for treasures from a pair of fated lovers of centuries gone by.
Global gains and ignoble games are the field which varied characters play upon in this contemporary romantic thriller.
Never had danger touched his life before. But, mystery landed on antique dealer, Arlington Cross' doorstep with the upcoming auction of some fabled objects of romance.
Captivating treasures from centuries prior have led many on a desperate sojourn to a Vancouver auction house. They all want their hands on these prized possessions of a passionate pair of lovers from long ago. Yet, some of the buyers have tricks of temptation up their silky sleeves.
When lust mixes with greed are just one of the balls that roll across the felt table of "Rack Em".
Rack romance. Rack treasure. Rack history. Rack pleasure.
Rack your nerves.
Purchase A.H. Scott's "Rack Em" for 99 cents at Amazon Worldwide & Smashwords :
US - U.S.
UK - UK
FRANCE - FRANCE
SPAIN - SPAIN
JAPAN - JAPAN
BRAZIL - BRAZIL
CANADA - CANADA
INDIA - INDIA
SMASHWORDS - Smashwords
.......unlock Casanova's spell....