An Enticing Proposition 3

The following day, Ava prepared herself for her meeting with Travis Vanderbilt and while she referred to it as a meeting, it felt more like a mission to plead with him. Therefore, dressing professionally was hardly a priority.

Instead, she picked a low-cut shirt to flaunt her cleavage, not just for Travis, but because she loved showing off. Tight ashen jeans hugged her curves, paired with black boots for a seductive edge. She threw on a coat, styled her hair straight, and knew she looked stunning.

Grabbing a handbag, she left her room and joined her mother, who was already having breakfast.

“Sure you don’t want to eat?” Caroline asked.

Ava shook her head, focused. “I’m fine, Mom. I’ll grab something later.”

Caroline sighed. “Don’t mess this up, Ava. It’s important.”

“I know, Mom,” Ava replied gently. “We’ll handle the debt together. My job pays well, and we’ve got this.”

Caroline smiled warmly. “I know.”

With a deep breath, Ava said goodbye and hopped into a taxi, heading to the Diamond Group.

Her anticipation was off the charts at thought of her meeting him in person, not just through photos or screens. She was excited.

Approaching the building's entrance, she couldn't resist the urge to check her reflection once more, but realized she’d forgotten her mirror. “Damn it,” she muttered, frustrated.

Quickly scanning her surroundings, she spotted a sleek BMW parked nearby. Without hesitation, she hurried over and lowered her body to inspect her look in its tinted windows, fixing her hair. 

As she did so, the car's window unexpectedly began to slide down. Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze, locking eyes with none other than Travis Vanderbilt himself.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped, stepping back in shock.

Travis looked at her, his expression a mix of amazement and bewilderment and his scrutinizing eyes left no part of her unexplored. 

Stepping out of the car, he approached Ava, who was still in a state of shock, and posed an unexpected question.

"Are these real?” he asked, a playful glint in his gaze, nodding toward her curves.

Ava, finally snapping back to reality, blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?”

Travis continued his examination, his voice low as he asked again, "Are these real? Those magnificent breasts, that curvy ass," he trailed off, locking his gaze with her enchanting blue eyes, before continuing, "Every aspect of you."

Though taken aback by his directness, Ava confidently replied, "Yes, they're all natural,” she said, pride lacing her tone.

Travis nodded approvingly, intrigued as he asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Ava Sullivan, the daughter of Richard Sullivan, who passed away recently," Ava introduced, a flicker of sadness crossing her face.

"Richard Sullivan? The former owner of Sullivan Enterprises, is that correct?" Travis inquired, his gaze penetrating.

Yes, that’s my dad,” Ava confirmed.

“Ahh, you’re the daughter I’m meeting today,” Travis said, his interest clearly piqued. 

Ava nodded. “Yes.”

Travis continued his intense scrutiny, a wicked smile dancing on his lips as he said, "Then let’s head to my office for a… private chat.”

Ava bit her lip, hiding her rising attraction. 

Travis was even more striking than in photos, his mesmerizing deep voice and captivating blue eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul.

They ascended to the floor housing his office and entered an expansive space. The transparent doors and windows offered glimpses of the cityscape and towering skyscrapers beyond. 

It was evident that this man’s wealth clearly dwarfed her father’s.

As his secretary quietly locked the door, giving them privacy, Travis leaned against his desk, amusement in his eyes.

"So, you’re here to beg,” Travis stated factly, his gaze locked onto Ava with a blend of amusement and desire.

Ava, caught off guard by his bluntness and the fact he hadn’t offered her a seat, studied him with a slight frown, wondering who he truly was beneath his outward perfection.

Resigned, she nodded and replied, “Yes, my dad owed you fifty million before he died. We’ve managed to clear other debts, but this one is… exceptionally challenging. I’ve come to request an extension since my mom and I can’t settle it all at once.”

Travis held her gaze, amusement in his eyes. “I understand your situation, Ms. Sullivan. You need more time to make the payment.”

Ava nodded firmly.

“Yet, Ms. Sullivan, do you genuinely believe you can repay such a substantial amount in a reasonable time frame?” he asked, skepticism lacing his tone. “A year? Two? It’s unrealistic,” Travis noted with a hint of disapproval.

Ava met his gaze, starting to get annoyed by him. Was he underestimating her? 

She sighed, knowing he was right. Realistically, it would take a considerable time to settle the debt since she and her mother didn’t possess the means for a swift repayment.

Travis abruptly closed the distance between them, leaving Ava taken aback by his proximity. Her eyes betrayed a mix of confusion and desire as she looked up at him.

But his nearness left her questioning his intentions.

“You said it’s all natural, right?” he asked, a brow raised.

Ava frowned, thrown by the shift. 

She understood the reference, but she couldn’t comprehend why he was bringing it up. 

“Yes,” she confirmed, unsure.

“Then show me,” he said bluntly.

“W-what?” Ava stammered, the request catching her completely off guard.

Travis took a step back, repeating his demand, “I said, show it to me. You’re here seeking my mercy, right? But if you refuse, you can walk away, and I might not be as lenient when it comes to collecting my money.”

Ava swallowed hard, her mind spinning. She glanced around the room, unease clear on her face. 

While she wasn’t inclined to such behavior, the situation had taken an unexpected turn. The man who had featured in her fantasies was requesting a show, almost like a dream come to life.

What on earth was going on in his mind?

But then, did she have a choice?

Ava felt compelled not to let her mother down, and if this was a way to assist them, even with Travis Vanderbilt, she was willing to comply. Her curiosity about his intentions was undeniable.

Seeking further clarity, she inquired, "Could you be more specific about what you're asking me to do?"

Travis smirked. "Take off your shirt and bra. I want to see if those assets are as natural as you claim.”