Thread: Wandering in the Night [RA and Chanti]

Previously, we had meet together with this particular client to discuss numbers. They demanded nothing less than 15, plus a term in the contract to re-negotiate on an annual basis. With the cards they hold, it's safe to assume... Blaine's eyes were glassy as he stared at, but didn't really see, the man at the front of the room. The room was filled with 15 people in suits - the highest directors of each individual hotel in his chain - plus himself. Usually, talking numbers was of great interest to the man. Today however, he was in the far back and resisting the urge to impatiently tap his genuine Italian leather shoe against the conference room floor. He was much too busy wondering about Leah to be thinking about numbers. Sure, his day job was important to him he liked the position he had, knowing he had absolute power...But control over a company was so very different than control in a BDSM partnership. Slipping into his Dom mentality always felt like a breath of fresh air after working for so long, and he hadn't been able to have that particular burst of fresh air in quite a while. On one hand, it made him a little anxious to know whether Leah would accept his offer. But he always wanted to leave the ball in his potential subs court. Blaine didn't even ask for Leah's number on purpose, in case she wanted a free getaway from him. And if she did call, it meant it was completely on her own terms. Give me a call when you're ready to start . Would she call? From what he could tell, dinner went well...though that didn't mean everything, he reminded himself. There could be second and third thoughts even before she got home. Maybe she had a phone in her hand and couldn't get herself to call, only to realize this wasn't what she wanted. But dear lord, Blaine hoped this was what she wanted. A naughty thought crossed his mind as he remembered how shy and sweet she was. Just Blaine's type. He could almost imagine that same blush coloring her cheeks as she laid back on a bed, spreading those pretty legs for him to show him all of herself - and he would reward her with murmurs of how beautiful she was while he ran his tongue over her flawless skin, exploring and tasting with his mouth. ...Sir? What do you think we should do? Blaine blinked. Out of sheer self-restrain he didn't start and instead straightened in his chair confidently. They'll go for seven. Get them to a table, pitch them five, and then seven - from there, we can also talk about re-negotiations at a later time. That's not going to be a part of the contract. The chair scraped across the wood floor as he stood up. Thank you - please, continue on with the rest of the meeting. The rest of it was internal logistics they wouldn't need him. He was halfway to the elevator when his phone vibrated in his suit pocket. Out of habit he nearly answered without even looking at the screen - but then he saw the unknown number. Surprise flashed through him before a bolt of excitement, which Blaine channeled into nearly a purr as he answered. Hello, this is Blaine. I'm ready to start. Stopping off to the side of the hallway, Blaine grinned at the window in front of him. Tonight then. I can come by around seven, I'll just need your address. And then his voice dropped an octave, low and husky as he murmured, See you then. As the phone call ended and he pocketed his phone back into the pocket of his suit, Blaine felt the excitement settle into contentment. Leah had called, and they would be meeting for their first session - and hopefully not the last. Right. Just as quickly at it came, Blaine was back into business. With the unknown gone, his mind could focus much more easily. And there was a lot to do before 7pm. By the time 700 rolled around, Blaine had finished everything on his task list he had tied up loose ends at work, gotten back to his apartment to change and get ready, and managed to hire a cab for the way there. With him was a backpack filled with necessities extra clothes, hair and toothbrush, deodorant and extra cologne. For tonight, he had picked another pair of dark wash jeans and loafers with a sapphire blue button-up shirt. In comparison to his usual suit-and-tie Blaine felt quite casual, but he was having second thoughts as he watched the scenery go by. ...Erm, are we in the right place? Based off of the smaller homes, chunks of road missing, and men in old wife beaters walking outside, he felt quite overdressed. The taxi-driver gave almost a grunt in response. Yep. Thank god he had taken a cab, Blaine thought idly. His current-year BMW would have never made it back to his house with all its parts there were a few carcasses of old vehicles laying to rest on the side of the street, rusting. Blaine couldn't believe this was the part of town where Leah lived. It seemed like the exact opposite of the well-put-together, friendly-but-shy woman he had met. After a moment he caught his thoughts with a small shake of his head. That's fine, Blaine told himself. He had his rules about his own home, after all - so his place was not an option. And Leah had specifically requested her places, which made so many things that much easier. Overall, he was just grateful it was one less thing to worry about. More aware of his surroundings than before, Blaine slipped out of the car and hoisted his shoulders onto his back. The building in front of him looked extremely weathered, as did a few men who were sitting on the stoop, smoking. Their hard eyes followed Blaine as he walked forwards. Gentleman. Blaine's greeting was light as he stepped by to get to the key code - suddenly he wished that he had asked for the number, as creepy as that could have sounded to Leah. Thankfully, someone happened to exit as soon as Blaine wanted to enter he caught the door with his foot and quickly slipped inside. Immediately, the smell of urine hit his nose. Skirting an ominous-looking puddle, he took to the stairs in search of Leah's door. It took some time, but after double-checking his mental re-collection of her directions, he knocked on one of the apartment doors quietly before taking a step back. His eyes flicked down the hallway as he waited, taking in the rest of the building.