Her Rich Mature Lover

“Oh, I know her, short and cute with pixie haircut.”

“Yep that’s her.”

“She hangs out here a lot. She has potential but needs more training.”

“Okay, I’ll be sure to let her know you said that.”

Before he could respond a loud voice interrupted them.

 “Mr. Arlington can I have a private word with you.” A male voice interrupted their reverie. The man gave her one last searching look as if marking her face then turned to the interloper who whispered something in his ear. He handed her a business card and whispered “call me” before going off to join his companion at the other side of the room.

Her voice was soft and gentle and when she laughed it was a melodious and dulcet sound. He was a firm believer of having fun and laughter in the bed room and could practically hear her voice turning warm and sensual in bed. Damon concluded that she was somewhere in her late twenties, perhaps twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Her hair was amazing she obviously had some Indian blood. She had thick and lustrous black hair loosely in a bun on her head and he found himself wondering what it would look like tumbled down around her shoulders. There was no particular style to the design of the bun he figured it might originally had been intended to be neat but it was now undone with tendrils of hair seeping out everywhere. The rich mass of hair had obviously been twisted into position in a hurry, anchored with a clip, it was messy but still cute. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the deep, heavy tug of desire. He wondered if nature had arranged things so that the human brain ceased to function clearly whenever the male species observed a woman with Trina’s classical coca cola bottle shape.

At his age a man was supposed to start thinking of long-range retirement plans not about hopping into the nearest bed with the first woman to catch his eye while he was still reeling from the disaster that was Simone Nicholson. One of these days, he would have to learn to be careful with what he asked for, he thought. He had come here today hoping to forget about a prickly relationship with an unpredictable woman. He had achieved his goal, assuming you could count finding a new woman to obsess over a solution. He needed to fight that familiar feeling stirring deep inside himself almost immediately. It made him feel like a predator, all he wanted to do was devour his prey. He was accustomed to feeling this sense of fascination and longing only when he was in the presence of the things he collected. The impact of the flash of raw intimacy surprised Damon. He felt unprepared to handle the adrenaline and the rush of emotions that frolicked through his brain. Until now the only things that had had a similar effect on him were extraordinarily fine paintings and very old houses. Desire, fierce and completely unexpected, had taken a hold of him and he had no choice but to obey.

Mr. Arlington was a very busy man due to his establishments all over the world. He would often be call to lecture on the love of his craft to the adoring public when necessary. He was fiercely protective of his privacy but knew that public appearances were necessary to the success of his businesses. His main residence was a mansion in the country that housed his parents and siblings. They were a loud and noisy bunch so he got himself an apartment in the city so that he could be closer to his business places and maintain some semblance of privacy.

When he saw this ancient run down hotel he fell in love with it and restored it to its former glory. The renovations were costly but was worth it as the rooms were now the most sensational and sought after by the fabulously wealthy elite. His hotel had a dedicated staff that ensured his seclusion from the guests below and catered to his every whim and needs. His hotel was several stories high. It had rambling stairs which he never used unless he needed a workout. The spacious elevator was what he used to get around and because he loved his privacy so much the entire top floor was his alone. He rented out the rooms below. It was his sanctuary his place of refuge from the demands of family and work.

Damon wanted children he could teach an appreciation for art in hopes that they may choose to carry on the family business. His parents and other siblings had little or no interest in the lovely English porcelains, Georgian silver, Renaissance Paintings and exquisite furniture he had worked so hard to accumulate during his lifetime. He had a discerning eye and could easily spot a forgery which was what helped him to stand out in the business of buying and selling in the Art world. The denizens of the art world clamored for invitations to his auctions and galas because they knew he was reputable and they were guaranteed a marvelous time at his shindigs. Young Artists demanded his attention to have him sell their work and if they were good he kept a few pieces for himself that he would sell later on when they reached the pinnacle of their success based on the push he gave them early in their career. It was a mutually rewarding and equally satisfying responsibility to encourage upcoming artists so that the industry could continue to flourish.

There was one young artist who was pleased to see the two together as she had the most to gain should they both decide to get serious and just date already. She knew how much of a runaway bride Trina could be when it came to relationships. She had to think about her future and she was pleased to see that Damon Arlington could be that key. All she had to do was ensure that he went out on a date with Trina and if things went well between them, her future would be safe and secure in the art world.

Alexis was planning an exhibit to showcase her work so she would need sponsors to help fund the exhibition and cut expenses by half at least. She expected Trina to have the cash cow Damon Arlington firmly wrapped around her little finger and she was willing to go the extra mile with Trina to see that her dream was realized. Alexis could not afford for her debut to be a failure. That is why having the right backing in the form of Damon Arlington was important, his word was well respected and would guarantee a huge turnout for the opening. She felt like she would be committing professional suicide if her first debut was a failure. It was so hard to make it famous in the art world without the right connection. Failure definitely wasn’t an option for her. She was an overachiever and had to be aggressive and competitive to make it as far as she had without assistance.