(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br/><br/><em>Sure, I love discussions. I'm sure we can talk over business, come on in. </em><br/><br/>He’d not caught on at all, which she had to admit was rather nerve wracking. He was young, of course, but he was also an internet genius. Which meant he really couldn’t be too daft. When a beautiful, scantily clad woman shows up at your home alone and driving a Jag. It usually meant just one thing. At his mention of business, she grinned.<br/><br/>“If we’re getting down to business Zack, most of my clients don't like discussing much of anything while we conduct business.”<br/><em><br/>So, ahh... what do I owe the pleasure? ...of your company I mean. </em><br/><br/>Either he was totally anti social or he really wasn’t used to being around beautiful women. She didn’t consider it cocky to refer to herself as beautiful. She took great care to ensure that she was in fact ... just that. But apparently, innuendo and an incredibly short denim skirt wasn’t cutting the mustard. She sat on the couch, crossing one leg slowly over the other and tilting her head to the side.<br/><br/>“Apparently, a friend of yours sent me as a gift. He paid a hefty sum of money, so that I’d come over here and keep you company for a little while.”<br/><br/>She shrugged her shoulders easily and smiled again. Innuendo hadn’t cut it before and she figured hints wouldn’t cut it now. Plus, she just wanted to see his reaction to how she blurted things out. Perhaps, a payback of sorts.<br/><br/>“I'll keep this conversation short. I’m here to fuck you, Zack. In any way you like.”