Passions Pique (Passions Pique Satin's Passion) by Adrian Milan

“Excellent. What do you need?”
         “The only thing that I will require is the services of the same 5 ladies that you originally had with Natsu in the video you showed me last night.”
         Roland smiled. Just as he suspected, Satin had a natural instinct for this. He knew where she was going and felt a tinge of excitement in his loins.
         “Not a problem. The ladies are full time staff here at the towers. I can have them up here in my office in 10 minutes. Or do you need more time than that to prepare for a full presentation?”
         Satin didn’t even hesitate.
         “No Sir, 10 minutes is perfect. I’ll gather my things and then I’m on my way to your office.”
         “Wonderful. I’ll see you in a few.”
         Roland watched as Satin hung up the phone and then just as he expected, her auto-pilot kicked in and she was back to being focused on the task at hand. Just like that, Derrick Billings was no longer an obstacle and Satin Silverstone was a woman on a mission.
         Roland changed his selection from Satin’s office to “The Ladies Suite.” It was the day time office of his “Ladies in waiting.” Roland pushed the button for the loud speaker. 
         “Good morning Ladies.”
         All of the ladies sang out with a well rehearsed version of the Charlie’s Angels greetings:
         “Good Morning Mr. Pique.” They beamed.
         “Ladies, I have a new job for you with an old friend. Take the service elevator and be in my office in 10 minutes please for a full briefing.”
         Again, the ladies sang out in unison.
         “Yes Sir, Mr. Pique.”
         Roland came out of his control room and back into his office pushing the button that closed the doors and restored the false wall behind his desk. Gwen was waiting for him at his office door with her notebook and Roland’s coffee.
         “Ah, Gwen, prepare the boardroom for full briefing. We will have guests in about 5 minutes.”
         “The boardroom is already prepared Sir and fully stocked. Do I need to prepare for something, special?”
         Roland stepped over to the window to gaze out at the Atlantic Ocean.
         “Special? No. Not yet. Let’s see what Ms. Silverstone has in mind first and then we will take it from there.”
     
    ***** 
     
         For 10 years now, Derrick has followed the exact same routine. He gets up at 5:30am and goes for his morning run down on South Beach. It’s 5 miles and usually takes about 30 minutes to complete. After his run, he returns to the building and uses the gym facilities for a 45 minute workout. At the end of that he has just enough time to shower, dress and make a quick run to Starbucks to pick up his eternally standing order of 2 bagels and two coffees. Already in the bag and waiting for his pick up as soon as he hits the door. Then he normally makes it into the office by about 8:30am where he and Satin talk about the days goal, what strategies will or will not work, backing each other up on any back up that either party may have as far as paperwork or work load and prepping for the day. It has always been that way. It has never been missed. Or altered in any way in over a decade,... until today.
         Derrick and Gwen’s sexual escapades lasted until about 2am. And then they sat and talked until about 5am in the morning. Derrick had no intentions of sleeping there, but it happened. Gwen had given him the meat and potatoes of what was going on with Roland and his obsession with Satin. That he had her on a project that would make her a $100 Million dollars commission if she could pull it off. And that he would use the workings of that project to have her sexually, but that SEX was not the goal. What he wanted was to enslave her emotionally and then break her mentally so that he can own her spiritually. Sex was just the tool he used to deliver his method of brainwashing. And if Gwen was to be believed, Roland