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

rest with a huge back rest and two control panels. One on each arm rest. Satin recognized immediately that his chair was another control module. Which meant that somewhere in here he had another set of monitors or some kind of multi-media capabilities. Now that she was aware of his fondness for false walls and secret rooms and hidden passage ways, she knew that she would never be able to look at any room in this building the same again. Satin nodded her greetings to Roland and then immediately turned her attentions to the young ladies.
         “Good morning Ladies. My name is Satin Silverstone. This weekend we will be having a very impromptu meeting with Natsu Yakamura.”
         This information immediately made Roland perk up. When did she arrange this? How could he have missed her setting this up?
         “Have you already been in contact with him Satin? Have you confirmed this meeting?” He asked.
         “No Sir. That is why I have requested you bring back these ladies. Okinawa, Japan is 13 hours ahead of us. I tried calling to set up an appointment earlier, but I recognized right away that I was getting the run around. Because of the time table that we talked about earlier, I don’t have time to play cat and mouse with Natsu. So I’m going to send him an invitation that he cannot refuse.”
         “Really? And what kind of invitation is this?”
         “I will get it to you by this afternoon for final approval before having it sent to Natsu via email. Once he receives it he will be her by Sunday afternoon per his appointed scheduled time.”
         Roland was complete lost.
         “I don’t understand what you mean, Satin. What appointed scheduled time are you referring to?”
         “It will all be explained in the invitation Sir. And I need all of the time that I can get with these ladies, so if you’ll excuse us, I’d like to get started right away.”
         Roland stared at Satin for a second. This was quite unexpected. What did this little vixen have up her sleeve. She had him more than just a little intrigued. A sensation he had not known in quite some time.
         “Very well, Satin. Ladies, you are now under Satin’s employ for the duration of the project. Follow her orders as if they were my own. Do I make myself clear?”
         The ladies took a moment to silently look to one another for confirmation and agreement on the decision as a unified front. Then they all turned to faced Roland and again in unison sang;
         “Yes, Mr. Pique.”
         Very good, Satin. They are yours. I look forward to your presentation this afternoon.” He paused momentarily for effect. “Don’t make me wait too long for it, Satin.” He said without smiling.
     
          “Yes Sir, Mr. Pique.” Satin turned to face the women. “Ladies, follow me please.”
         The woman all rose to follow Satin out of the door. Satin stopped in front of Gwen momentarily.
         “Gwen, is the Presidential Suite that Natsu used available right now?”
         “Why, yes. Yes, of course. Did you need to use those facilities for your,...umm INVITATION?”
         Gwen smiled. Confident that she knew exactly what Satin was going to do by way of an invitation.
         “Yes, Gwen. And I will need for all of the cameras from every possible angle to be rolling. Once the ladies and I are done, I will be back to edit the raw tape and craft it into the invitation that Natsu could never say no to.”
         Gwen nodded, giving her a knowing smile. This Satin was a minx. Multifaceted, cunning, surprising. Gwen understood all too well exactly what it was that Roland admired in her, because she found herself admiring her too.
         “Not a problem, Satin. I’ll go turn everything on now and I’ll be here waiting for you when you return.” She gave Satin a genuine smile. She was easy to like. “See you soon.”
         “Thank you Gwen.” Satin beamed.