"The
Art Of Negotiation Begins With Seduction" - A.H. Scott
(..Arlington
Cross and Pao Tse-Ling were quite capable negotiators. In so many ways, their
skills complimented one another..)
"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."…
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