Chapter 5 Courtship

Samuel Pov

Oh shit, I forgot all about Ava.  I need to call her, no I don't have time, I will text her instead.  I will apologize for leaving so eary on Sunday.  I will make up some bull-shit about an employees quitting and then I will follow up with some lovey-dovey crap.  That should get me some brownie point with Ava.

Mr. Morton and his daughter Oliva promptly arrived at ten.  I lead them both to the conference room.  I noticed Oliva was wearing a very provocative red, fiery dress.  That is hugging every curve she has.  Her breasts are barely covered by the red fabric.  Hmm, she looks very tantalizing.  I have to stop looking at her.  I am starting to get aroused by her.  I just have to breathe, in through my nose, out my mouth.  God, I need a cold shower right about now!

After about two hours of hard negotiations and a painful bulge in my pants.  We finally came to an agreement and the contract was signed.  I am so relieved.  I was picking up the signed contract and handing it to Luka to file.  That is when Mr. Morton reminded me about the possible courtship with his daughter Oliva.

I was taken, back a little.  I really was not prepared to discuss any type of courtship at this moment.  Well, fucking hell, Mr. Morton, just called me out.  Guess it is time to rip the band-aid off, per say.  God!  "With all due respect, Mr. Morton, I really do not know your daughter I say in a cool manner?  "However, I am very interested, in getting to know Oliva," I say with a grin on my face.  Of course, Mr. Morton, smiles from ear to ear, and gestures to his daughter Oliva.

Oliva Morton Pov

As I am introduced to Samuel Wizton, I gave him a quick look-up and down.  He is one sexy, desirable man, yummy.  Even though it is difficult for me to see, through his suit that Samuel is wearing.  I can only imagine how hard his pecks are.  I can just picture myself running my warm hands down his rippled chest.  Oh, yeah.  

I am hoping that this seductive, red, very tight, dress that I am wearing today, will get Samuel's attention.  Father, told me, that Samuel is looking for a bride, and I fit the bill.  Well, Samuel fits my needs and then some.

As the meeting is coming to an end, my father smiles and gestures to me.  I act really shy at first and I say in a soft, sexy, seductive voice, "why don't we go to lunch, and get to know each other?"  "Then we both, can decide if we are truly a match, for one another."

I turned to Samuel and say, "What do you think?"  As Samuel, is thinking about what I just said, I push my chest out a bit more.  Praying that Samuel has noticed me.  However, I still need to look like a shy, innocent, girl.  Appearance is everything in our social circle.  Every gesture must be calculated right dow to, the precise moment.  You have enticed, what you have desired for.  Right now, I desire Samuel Wizton, billionaire, CEO.  

Samuel Pov

That voice of Oliva is so seductive; how can I refuse.  I say, "lunch it is."  I shake Mr. Morton's hand and say, "it has been a pleasure doing business with you."  "I am hoping for more opportunities, for our two companies, will come in the near future."  "Until then, Mr. Morton, have a nice afternoon."  I turned to Luka, and say "my executive assistant, will show you out."

I then gestured for Oliva to follow me to my office.  As we arrived together I asked Oliva to take a seat.  She settles down onto my leather couch.  Oh, how sexy Oliva, looks.  I asked Oliva, "if she has any preference on where we would like to take our lunch date?"  Oliva in a soft sexy voice says she "was opened to anything that I am."  Oh, I take that subtle, hint.  I filed that for later, use.

With a very sly grin, I say, "perfect."  "How about we go to Roman Italian Restaurant?"  Oliva smiles, and shakes her head, "yes."  

I called my executive assistant, Luka into the office, and had him reserve a table for two for Oliva and I at Roman Italian restaurant.  Also had Luka inform the driver to bring the car around.  Luka, the all pleasing executive assistant says, "yes sir, right away."  

We pulled into the parking are of Roman Italian restaurant.  It is one of the upper class restaurants on this street, in New Haven.  It caters to high class clienteles and it is very discreet.  I usually bring my business assoicates here as well.  Roman Italian restaurant strives for up standing service.  Of course, the hostesses and waiters knows me.  So when the hostess, sees me coming through the doorway, she ushers Oliva and I straight to the intimate table for two by the window that faces the street.