Page 13 of The Billionaire's Classmate

“There she is! Damn, Sammie you got a great taste!” He groaned hoarsely and opened his arms for a big hug. He was much shorter than Sam. A lot less than 6ft, nearly as tall as Aisha, not counting her heels.

“You never mentioned she was black, but hell, she looks so fine, Sammie. Name’s Jack Martelle, dear. I am the president of ‘People’s Bank’, New York. Nice to meet you.” The young woman would be a lot more embarrassed if it had not been for the alcohol. She smiled at him and offered her right hand politely for a handshake.

“My name is Aisha Wilson. Nice to meet you, Mr. Martelle.”

Meanwhile, Sam stood behind her, watching Jack’s every reaction. Taking a cleansing breath, he sat back in his executive chair, while Aisha sat in the large, black, leather couch across his desk and crossed her legs. Jack would not take his eyes off of her, though.

“Hmm…” Sam cleared his throat.

“Now, Jack… Where were we?” The banker turned his head to the left and faced Sam.

“Oh, yeah. You need to understand, Sammie. You got yourself a great piece of software; I’ll give you that. But, who’s to say that it can’t be… What you call it?” Jack paused, looked up at the ceiling and put his right index finger on the edge of his forehead.

“Hacked?” Aisha interjected. Jack looked back at her and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

“Right!” His voice got louder.

“Assandbrains!” He added. Aisha got a little shocked at his crude remark, but smiled at him. Sam, on the other hand, started laughing hard.

“Good one, Jack. But, let’s just stick to business.”

“Iamtalking about business, Sammie. Can you guarantee your software is hack-proof?”

“Sir? If I may answer…?” Aisha raised her hand, like a young schoolgirl in class.

“Sure, go ahead.” Jack urged her. Then, Aisha arose slowly from her seat.

“Well, I don’t think any antivirus or Internet security developer can guarantee total security. It’s just a risk everyonehasto take. Has anyone ever promised you -- in writing – that his software is hack-proof? I don’t think so. There’s an unwritten law in computer science: Everything can be hacked. It’s just a matter of will, skill and time. Isn’t it?” Aisha kept walking up and down the room as she spoke to the elderly banker. Her relaxed tone seemed to convince Jack. After all, shedidhave a point. Jack’s initial surprise had turned into sheer admiration. Even Sam kept staring at her, unable to believe his ears. None of them expected her to know anything about computers, let alone security software.

“Sammie, remind me to send you a big ass present on your wedding day. You make sure you marry this girl. If you don’t, I’m gonna smack some sense into you.”

Once again, Sam chuckled, in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. Aisha would not just sit back in the couch, though. Instead, she noticed the empty armchair across the aging figure and decided to seal the deal, in a way only women can.

“Thank you for the nice comments, Mr. Martelle. I am right…” Aisha sat in the chair and paused for a moment, before she crossed her long, luscious legs.

“Aren’t I?” She finished her sentence. Of course, the old banker could only stare at her amazing figure. With her left, almost fully exposed, left leg on her right and gently rocking the armchair back and forth, Aisha even leaned slightly forward, offering him a good chance to stare at her cleavage. Men loved her perky, full C cups.

“Um…” Jack hummed, placing his trembling left hand on Sam’s desk.

“Sammie, prepare those contracts. I wanna sign them first thing in the morning. It was nice to meet you, sweetheart. Now, please, excuse me…” Jack was in panic. He would probably have a heart attack had he stayed in Sam’s office for another minute. He got up and left the room in a hurry.

Sam was dumbfounded. A complete stranger had just done something great for him. Realizing his success, he jumped from his seat, with both his fists high in the air.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! That’s what I’m talking about, baby! Yeah!” He cheered. Then, he leaned towards the top drawer and pulled a ten-inch cigar. He put it in his left pocket and went over to Aisha.

“Couldn’t have done it without you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” At that point, Sam put his arms around Aisha and lifted her from her seat easily enough. The two of them were close enough for her to notice the fullness of his lips and his quite curly eyelashes. She had rarely seen that on other men.

Aisha smiled down at him, still a little dizzy from the alcohol. His embrace was very tight. She felt his muscles flex on her back. Sam was a very strong man indeed. He was very happy and Aisha would not ruin his moment by asking him to put her down. A few seconds later, he eased her down, just in front of his desk and loosened his grip a little. His large hands were on her back. Their faces were only three inches away from each other. Aisha felt him breathing down her neck. Her heart pounded inside her chest, as his hands traveled towards her neck. Sam caressed her left arm and ran his fingers through her hair, not saying a word. The two of them maintained eye contact. Aisha did not expect his next move, though. She closed her eyes, eagerly anticipating a kiss, but Sam placed his left hand on her back, four inches above her waist and his right hand an inch on her left shoulder. He pulled her closer to him, gently and then, hugged her. Still with her eyes closed, Aisha tried to suck in his manly scent. Before she knew it, his full lips were on her left cheek, laying soft kisses.

“I so want him right now…”The feel of his lips on her smooth skin was amazing; Aisha wanted more. She put both hands on his massive chest and pushed him back, slightly. Their eyes met again, but this time, just for a split second. Sam leaned forward towards her, seeking her lush lips. Then, he used his weight to press her down on his desk. Very soon, their lips locked. Sam stroked her left knee briefly, before his right hand started slowly going up her leg. Their kiss was tender, sending shivers down Aisha’s spine. She even felt his manhood getting larger and harder on the inner part of her left thigh.

In spite of her desire, she would not sleep with a man a few minutes into knowing him. She felt a bit too relaxed, but she was not drunk. Notorious for playing hard to get, she would not change her ways, especially for a selfish, rich guy like Sam. As much as she enjoyed their kiss, she had to stop it.

Suddenly, she pushed him back, ending their kiss.

“I think I’ve had too much to drink…” She mumbled.

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that. So…” Sam looked like he was talking to a client. His tone was not personal anymore. His voice got high pitched.