<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She certainly was a looker and a straight forward woman at that.  There was no pretense to what was going to happen between them and for once, Bryce didn't have to wear the mantle of negotiator or diplomat.  He was used to haggling deals, struggling to get his clients to work together and find a means of making a great deal of money off them once the deal was closed.  Publishing was hardly the easiest business to work in unless you had the keen business-savvy mind of a CEO and the diplomatic, conversational skills that could make authors give into another five percent of a cut to market their books in a profitable manner.  He rarely got the pleasure of being himself, of getting down to the business of fulfilling his own wants and needs over those of his clients.  And now, with Lyla, there would be no pressure, just pleasure.<br/><br/>But, he was the one in authority and he had made that abundantly clear to Nicole when he had decided to call on her services once more.  He was never to be the one put into a position of surrender or submission; it was merely not in his nature to let someone else hold the reigns of power.  He was a man of importance and stature and such qualities even continued into the bedroom for such a proud and arrogant man like Bryce Pierce.<br/><br/>They were thinking on the same wave length and as she moved closer, her comments tumbling from those beautifully supple lips of hers, Bryce couldn't help but grin at the possibilities that stretched before them.<br/><br/>"Oh, I would say the same things about you, baby.  But, let's not rush into such things so quickly.  Besides..."<br/><br/>Bryce sat down on the plush, leather couch that sat dominant in the spacious suite's living room and crossed his legs with the rustle of expensive material.  He looked up at her with an expectant grin, the dark lustful and domineering look in his eyes undeniable.<br/><br/>"I'm the one who makes all the decisions tonight. And right now, I think you should strip off your dress and serve us some wine.  It sounds like a good way to start the evening if you ask me."<br/><br/>And from the fire in his dark eyes, he wasn't asking her but rather telling her.