Big Daddy Sinatra 3: The Best of My Love (The Sinatras of Jericho County) (16 page)

“Not
my wife!
 
And I want them to stop
hounding you about it.
 
I guess I’ll have
to talk to those assholes again.”

“Don’t
you dare,” Jenay said.
 
“That’s what they
want.
 
They want you to compromise with
them.
 
They will leave me alone provided
you allow them access to your new country club whenever it opens.
 
That’s what they want.”

“I’m
not even thinking about that club.”
 
Then
he leaned back and looked at her.
 
“And I
know you aren’t asking me to agree to that compromise.”

“Hell
no!
 
You’d better not allow those fools
anywhere near that club when it opens.
 
But that’s why I’m telling you to stay out of it.
 
I’m still weighing my options.”

“What
options?”
 
Then he stared at her.
 
“You’d better not be considering going along
with that queen nonsense!”

Jenay
didn’t respond, but Charles knew her.

“But
why?” he asked with puzzlement in his voice.

“Because
they and all of their ancestors will turn over in their graves if I say
yes.
 
They knew all along I wouldn’t go
for it.
 
They were using it only as a
bargaining chip.
  
I might call their
bluff.”

Charles
smiled, and then laughed.
 
“I need you at
my negotiating table.
 
I’m not playing!
You’re good.”

Jenay
laughed too.
 

“So,”
Charles said, “what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“Other
than the fact that you’re supposed to be taking me to the airport?”

“That’s
not for another couple hours.
 
Why are
you so early?”

“I
wanted to see your pretty face.”

Charles
made a cocked-eyed ugly face.
 
Jenay
laughed.
 
“Now tell me the truth,”
Charles said.
 
“What’s up?”

Jenay
exhaled and turned serious.
 
“It’s no big
deal,” she said, “but it did get my attention.”

“Yeah?
 
What?”

“Our
reservations at the Inn.”

“What
about our reservations?”

“We
received a string of cancellations, which is fine and not that unusual, until I
contacted a few of our more loyal customers and asked them why.”

“Good
business move,” Charles said.
   
“What
did they say?”

“They
said they don’t like rats.”

Charles
frowned.
 
“What?”

“I’m
telling you what they said.
 
They said
they heard we had a rat problem.
 
Then
some said they heard about the bed bugs and how they couldn’t chance it.
 
Others said we were in foreclosure and they
didn’t want to be a part of a sinking ship.”

Charles
was stunned.
 
“What are you talking
about?
 
Somebody’s sabotaging us?”

Jenay
nodded.
 
“That’s my conclusion too.
 
You’d better believe it.
 
Our loyal customers went to town with the
complaints.”

“And
you call those people loyal?
 
Believing
shit like that?”

“Oh
don’t you dare blame them!” Jenay shot back.
 
“They’re being used for another man’s agenda, but they don’t know
that.
 
They just think their voicing
their concerns when voicing their concerns is the scheme itself.
 
Don’t you dare blame them.”

Charles’s
desk intercom buzzed.
 
He pressed the
button.
 
“Yes?”

“Mr.
Skivy and Mr. Owens are here to see you, sir.”

Charles
looked at Jenay.
 
“What are they doing
here?” he asked her.
 
“Send them in,” he
said to his assistant, and then released the button.
 
Jenay stood up and turned toward the
entrance.
 
Two of Charles’s top line
negotiators, Zim Skivy and Victor Owens, walked in.
 
They spoke to Jenay, but Charles was too
curious.

“What
are you guys doing here?” he immediately asked them.

“We
have some bad news, boss,” Victor said.

“Tell
me.”

“We
lost the Akron bid.”

“We
lost it?” Charles asked.
 
“How could we
lose it?
 
We were a shoo-in!”

“We
were supposed to be,” Victor said as he checked the text message he suddenly
received.
 
“But somebody outbid us.
 
By a mile.”

“If
it was only Akron,” Charles said, “you guys wouldn’t be here.”

“That’s
because we lost Vermont too,” Zim said.
 
“We lost two bids in a row.”

“Make
that three bids in a row,” Victor responded as he read his text.
 
“We just lost Detroit too.”
 
He looked at his boss.
 
“Somebody just pulled a fucking trifecta on
us.”

Jenay
looked at Charles.
 
Charles leaned back,
in heavy contemplation.

“This
is crazy, boss,” Zim said.
 
“It’s never
happened before.
 
Three in a row?
 
This feels like an attack.”

“But
from who?” Victor asked.
 
“Who would want
to attack us?”

Charles
looked at Jenay.
 
She was his number one
advisor and all of his men knew it.
 
“You
think it’s him?” he asked her.

Jenay
continued to think about it.
 
Then she
nodded.
 
“It’s possible,” she said.
 
“He has the money.
 
He doesn’t have your kind of money, but he
has money.
 
That resort he wants to build
will cost a hundred million easy.
 
He’s
throwing around a few hundred thousand on a few projects to shake things
up.
 
It’s possible.”

Charles
nodded.
 
“Then we’ll have to shake
back.”
 
Charles motioned to Victor.
 
Victor took out his pad.
 
“I want you to find out everything there is
to know about Matt Dellum.
 
D-E-L-L-U-M”

“Who
the hell is Matt Dellum?” Victor asked.

“He’s
the fellow that bought a Bed and Breakfast in town, one that competes for our
customers.”

“You’re
telling me he underbid on those properties so that he could what?
 
Close the Inn?”

“Oh
no,” Charles said.
 
“He doesn’t give a
damn about our B & B, nor his for that matter.
 
He has bigger fish to fry.
 
For some reason people have this misguided
belief that all they have to do is force us to go along with their agenda, and
we’ll go along with it.”

Victor
chuckled.
  
“They don’t know you or Mrs.
J. at all,” he said, “if they think that.”

“Right,”
Charles and Jenay said together.
 

“I’ll
get on it, boss,” Victor said.
 
He and
Zim then said their goodbyes, and left.

After
they left, Charles and Jenay looked at each other.
 
She sat back on the edge of his desk, facing
him.
 
She didn’t realize that he was
holding her hand, until she sat down.
 
“He won’t get away with it, Charlie,” she said.

Charles
nodded.
 
“I know.”
 
Although he smiled, Jenay could still see the
concern in his eyes.

“Then
what is it,” she asked, “if it’s not Matt Dellum’s nonsense?”

“The
idea that you’re leaving town for a week when this nonsense is going on.”

Jenay
stared at him. “Matt Dellum’s nonsense, or your father’s hearing nonsense?”

He
looked into her beautiful eyes.
 
“Both,”
he said.
 
“Not good timing.”

“It’s
not a question of timing,” Jenay said.
 
“It’s a question of my father’s surgery, and the fact that my mother
will need help during his recovery.
 
I
have to go.”

Charles
nodded. “I know.
 
And I know it’ll never
be good timing no matter when you left me.”
 
Then he tossed his pen on his desk and rubbed his face with both of his
hands.
 
“Go lock the door,” he said.

Jenay
knew better than that.
 
“What for?” she
asked.

But
Charles only looked at her with that
I
know you aren’t questioning me
look he sometimes gave her.
 
“Yes, Big Daddy,” she said whenever he gave
her that look, to let him know that she was not pleased when he lived up to his
reputation.
 
But she got up and locked
the door.
 

When
she returned and sat on the edge of the desk in front of him, instead of
getting up to make some kind of sexual move as she expected him to do, he knelt
down, in front of her, and removed her panties.

“Charlie,
what are you doing?” she asked before she realized the words had left her lips.

“I’m
marking you,” he said as he opened her legs, placed his fingers into her
vagina, and then began to lick her.
 
“What do you think I’m doing?
 
I’m
making certain all of those muscle-headed hunks in California understood just
how unavailable you really are.
 
I want
you to understand it too.
 
I’m
reasserting my claim.”

And
when he said those last words, he plunged his tongue so deep into her pussy
that Jenay lifted her legs, leaned her body back against the desk, and squealed
with pleasure.
 
He was doing it now.
 
His mouth was smacking on her pussy, and she
could hear every smack, and feel even the texture of his tongue as he licked
her with those long strokes, and kept slicing and dicing her.

Charles
was feeling the sensations too.
 
How in
the world was he going to be without this for an entire week?
 
This was his baby and her pussy belonged to
him.
 
And he was taking possession of it
with the kind of hard eating a man half his age would never be able to
perform.
 
Because he wouldn’t possibly
have the experience, the skill, the level of love Charles had for Jenay.

He
went to town on her pussy.
 
For several
minutes she was literally lying down on his desk, and he was standing up with
her legs lifted back far toward her head, giving him complete access to her
treasure, as he ate her.
 
Jenay didn’t
know how she was going to make it for an entire week without the kind of
thrills he gave her either.
 
Especially
when he finally stopped eating her, which she thought would be the letdown of
letdowns, and began fucking her.

He pulled
down his pants and briefs, pulled out his stiff pecker, and began hitting the
top of her vagina in a tease of entry.
 
Then he slid her ass even closer to the very edge of the desk, and he
entered her.
 

Jenay
loved that feel of his dick expanding the deeper it moved inside of her.
 
And when it started fucking her without the
tease, when his dick began sliding along her ridges and moving in and almost
out in repetitive wonderment, she nearly passed out from the intensity of the
feelings.
  
Charles was love-fucking her,
which was the best kind of lovemaking ever invented, and she was the recipient
of that great gift.

Charles
kept his eyes trained on her gorgeous face as he fucked her.
 
His hips were moving back and forth, back and
forth, as if he was hitting against the desk.
 
Only Jenay’s pussy was in the way, and he was hitting that.
 
As his muscular shaft pushed deeper and
deeper into her pliable folds, he closed his eyes and experienced the beauty of
it.
 
Tough guy, they called him.
 
Too hard-edged and cold-blooded, too
ruthless, they said about him.
 
And he
was all those things and more.
 
But here
he was, fucking his wife, and tears were trying to come into his eyes.
 
He thought the love of a good woman was a
dream that would never come true for him.
 
And then he met Jenay.
 
And now,
nearly ten years later, the woman he thought he could at least trust and treat
with respect, was the love of his life.
 
Her eyes were closed, her body was arching, all because he fucked her in
a heightened, otherworldly way he couldn’t possibly bestow onto any other
woman.
 
And she loved how he did
her.
 
And he loved that she loved
it.