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AS MUCH as Trey tried to remain professional, from time to time his libido got the best of him. As the owner of the Black Door, an erotic club catering to the sexual desires of women, he seemed to be hard on a regular basis. He had been a good boy lately, but tonight he was feeling extremely horny. He hadn’t been laid in weeks. His girlfriend, Michele Richards, had relocated to Washington for professional reasons. In the beginning they saw each other every weekend; either he went to D.C. or she came to New York, but lately their passion had begun to wane. They were both busy with their respective careers, and unfortunately their love life suffered as a result. He tried to ignore the throbbing bulge in his jeans and concentrate on work, but was having a difficult time staying focused. Trey used every ounce of discipline he had to check the vendor invoices and write out the payments that he owed. He was signing his name to the bottom of the fifth check when the office phone rang.
"Trey Curtis speaking," he answered with an air of authority.
"Hey, sexy," whispered a seductive-sounding female voice on the other end.
Trey couldn’t help but blush from the compliment. "Who’s this?"
"Someone who’s been wanting to fuck you for a long, long time."
His dick began to twitch as he listened to her confession. "Is that a fact?" he said nonchalantly.
"Yes, sexy, that’s a fact. So...are you still drop-dead gorgeous?"
Trey chuckled at the overused line. "Well, I don’t see any bodies lying on the ground, so I guess it’s a matter of opinion," he said with a cocky assurance to his tone.
"Well, in my opinion, you’re one of the finest men I’ve ever met, and I’d love to find out what makes you tick."
She still hadn’t revealed her identity and now he was really intrigued. Obviously it was someone who knew him, but wanted to get to know him better. "Are you going to tell me your name now or after you find out what makes me tick?" he asked, toying with her.
"It’s Lexi, Lexington Samuels. We met last year when I joined the club, and again at the grand opening of Hirschfield Multimedia Studios. I gave you my number that night; remember?"
Trey definitely remembered the beautiful Lexi. She was tall and lean with a nice rack. He flashed back to the night of the opening and remembered how Lexi’s black, form-fitting dress hugged her slim hips and dipped low in the front, exposing just enough cleavage to entice any man. Her hair was cut close, and was highlighted to match her caramel complexion. "Yes, I remember." He smiled. Though she was supermodel gorgeous, he wasn’t interested in pursuing her. His untimely affair with another member of the club was still fresh, and at the time his wounds had yet to heal.
"Well, since Muhammad didn’t come to the mountain, the mountain has come to Muhammad," she said. "I’m downstairs."
"You’re here at the Black Door?" he asked, slightly surprised. It had been a little over a year since his last indiscretion and thankfully his wounds had totally scabbed over. Hearing the sound of Lexi’s sexy voice was piquing his interest. Besides, his girlfriend was safely away in another city, and what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt.
"Yep. I’m calling from my cell phone. I got your office number from information. Why don’t you come down and have a drink with me? I’m in the Leopard Lounge. I’ll be the woman in the pink mask with silver rhinestones around the eyes."
"I don’t think so," he said, trying to ignore his rising erection. He’d made a promise not to fuck around with the clients anymore, but the wicked voice in his left ear kept saying, Why not? Michele will never know.
"Aw, come on, sexy, don’t be a spoilsport. It’s just a drink, and if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you take me to one of the private booths in the back of the lounge so I can whisper nasty sexual positions in your ear." Lexi was a relentless temptress, saying all the right words, breaking down Trey’s resolve. She had desired him from the first moment she laid eyes on him, and though it had taken her a year to have a conversation with him, she was still determined to win him over.
He looked at the invoices and checks on his desk and thought, Fuck it, it’s just a drink. "Give me a few minutes and I’ll be down."
After hanging up the phone, Trey crossed the office to his private bathroom. He changed from a white oxford shirt into his signature black wife beater, and kept on his bulge-hugging jeans. He opened one of the bureau drawers to his left, took out his black leather, onyx embellished mask and strapped it on. He abandoned the paperwork on his desk and headed out of the office.
The second floor of the Black Door was bathed in soothing indigo lighting. Trey strutted down the long hallway like a panther en route to slay his prey. As he made his way toward the Leopard Lounge, he caught sight of a statuesque woman wearing a red negligee and a familiar looking red mask. He squinted his eyes against the dim lighting, trying to get a better view. No, it can’t be her, he thought.
The last time he’d seen that red patent-leather mask was when it concealed the face of Ariel Vaughn, his father’s then fiancée, as he fucked her into another realm of ecstasy. At the time he had no clue that he was coveting his father’s woman. Life could be cruel; just when he thought he had found "the one," she turned out to be someone else’s "one." Trey had put Ariel out of his mind, not because he wanted to, but because he had to. She was now married to his father, and strictly off limits. He knew that "man law" totally forbade him from looking at her lustfully anymore, but deep down inside, he still desired her, and he felt like a Judas every time those thoughts entered his head.
The woman in red retreated into another chamber of the club, and out of an animalistic instinct, he followed closely behind. When he was within touching distance, he reached out and gently put his hand on her shoulder. The moment she turned around to face him, his heart caught in his throat. He opened his mouth to speak, but was speechless....
Excerpted from Betrayal by Velvet
Copyright © 2008 by Velvet
Published in 2008 by Velvet
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