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RED HOT INVESTMENTS



By
Rachael McAdams



Publisher Information
Red Hot Investments published in 2012
by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Rachael McAdams
The right of Rachael McAdams to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



CHAPTER ONE
Derrick and Joe sat at the bar nursing their beers at Happy Hour in the local hangout. Neither one had a date on this Friday night. Joe, just fresh off a break up, wanted nothing to do with another woman right now. Derrick was frustrated with the women he knew.
“Why is it women don’t like sex” he muttered to himself. Derrick loved sex. He loved to watch a woman climax. He loved a hot woman and he loved just a little bit of kink.
“Only thing I can think of is they didn’t have a good experience when they got popped” grumbled Joe. “There should be a law - all virgins must be popped by a sexpert and go through sex training.”
Derrick laughed. “Yeah I would sign up for that gig. On second thought, that is not a bad idea, Joe.”
“Ha. Try and find a willing virgin nowadays or even just a virgin!”
“I am serious. God can you imagine being able to train a woman to love sex and be good at it too? That’s the ultimate.” Derrick flipped through the pictures of women he knew that were stored in his mind. Too pushy, too mouthy, too shy, too sassy. Hmmm. Nothing. But he wasn’t giving up. The idea excited him and was going to make it happen somehow.
Derrick got up and walked to the men’s room and noticed a table of women back in the corner. One of them flushed and quickly looked away when he looked her way. Someone has been eyeballing you the little voice in his head said.
Wonder if she can pass my test he snickered as he pulled out his big cock to pee. That blush was a sign of inexperience, lust, or maybe even innocence he thought. He stood outside the men’s room door and observed her. At six foot three, it was kind of hard for him to blend in, but he did his best.
She wasn’t a beauty which suited him just fine. The beautiful ones that he knew were shallow and stuck up. She was pretty though. She had a fresh innocent look about her that drew him to her. He walked back to the bar and sat down beside Joe. He felt her eyes boring into his back as he made his way back to the bar.
“Don’t look now, but go to the men’s room and check out that brunette at the table in the corner and tell me if you know her.”
Joe waited a while and then walked through the room to the men’s room and observed the women at the table. He knew some of them and stopped for a short chat and then went into the men’s room. When he got back to his seat, without looking at Derrick, he told him that she was Michelle Richardson. He didn’t actually know her, but knew of her. She worked over at Morgan Davis.
“Well, if my virdar is right, she is a virgin from what I have been able to observe” Derrick said.
Joe laughed. “Virdar? I shouldn’t laugh. You very rarely are wrong, but surely she has been popped. I mean she is not a teenager.”
“Yeah, but I can smell them and my nose is telling me she is untouched. I just need to get her to want me bad enough to let me pop her. It has to be her choice.”
“You are serious aren’t you?”
“You bet! Keep your eyes on her and watch her body language for me. I am going to dance with one of them.”
“Take the blonde on the dance floor. She likes to show off.”
Derrick moseyed over to the table and felt her eyes on him.
Damn he is gorgeous - tall, handsome, strong, and confident . Those blue eyes are killers she thought and she squirmed in her seat. He will never look at me though. His eyes are on Hillary. They always pick Hillary.
He never looked her way. He kept his eyes on the blonde. “Would you like to dance” he asked in his best sultry voice. She smiled and got up out of her chair and took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. Joe was right, she was all over him. He did his best to smile and enjoy himself. After the music stopped, he walked her back to the table and thanked her for the dance and glanced at Michelle just long enough to bore into her before he left. She blushed.
He sat back down at the bar and ordered another beer. “Well?”
“She was full of anticipation as you walked over there and her face fell when you didn’t ask her to dance. She squirmed in her seat. You definitely have her interest.”
Derrick looked over at the table and their eyes met across the room. She looked away and said something to her friend and they got up from the table. Derrick moved quickly and, as she maneuvered her way through the throng of people, he stepped into her path. She smacked right into him. He grabbed her arms to steady her and felt the goose bumps on her arms.
“I am sorry. Are you alright, Miss?”
“Um yes I am ok” she stammered. “Sorry.”
“It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. My name is Derrick Stone. Can I buy you a drink to make up for my clumsiness?”
Michelle looked at her friend who was nodding and mouthing ‘Go’. “Um I know who you are.”
His eyebrows went up in surprise “Oh you do? Well, you have an advantage over me. What is your name” he asked as he caressed her hand with his thumb.
“Michelle” she said. “My friends call me Mickie.”
“Well, if I may call you Mickie, about that drink?”
Her knees went weak. Those blue eyes look right into my soul . She pulled her hand away from his touch. “Um, I am on my way to the ladies’ room.”
“I’ll wait” he smiled.
In the ladies’ room, Megan gushed. “Oh my God, Mickie. He is interested in you. You can’t turn him down now. You have been dreaming of this for a long time.”
“I know. I never thought it would happen though. Now I am scared.”
“Let him buy you a drink and sit with him a while and then see if you want to pursue this or not. You will kick yourself tomorrow if you let him get away tonight.”
“Yes, I know.”
They left the ladies’ room and he was standing outside waiting on her. “So what’s the verdict? Did your friend manage to talk you into having a drink with me?”
Michelle blushed. God he is reading my mind . “Yes, I will have a drink with you, Derrick.”
He took her arm and steered her over to an empty booth. The crowd was thinning as it was getting late. He slid in beside her. “What are you drinking, Mickie?” He moved his leg so it was touching hers.
She felt the heat from his body and wanted to move, but didn’t want to let him know what he was doing to her and appear weak in his eyes so she sat still. “Rum and coke.”
He got up and went to the bartender and ordered their drinks. While he waited, he turned and looked over at her and smiled. He brought the drinks back to the table and slid in beside her and placed his leg up against hers again.
“So, Mickie, what kind of work do you do?”
“I work at Morgan Davis. I am interning for a Financial Advisor position.”
“Oh. Very nice. I am in the same field.”
“I know” she confessed.
“You seem to know a lot about me. I know so little about you. Tell me about yourself.”
“Not much to tell.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
“No, not at the moment. You?”
“No. Me either. They guys must be crazy to let you sit idle on a Friday night. I am glad they did though so I could meet you” he said seductively. He put his arm on the back of the booth and gently rubbed her neck.
Michelle swallowed hard. She took a drink to wet her dry mouth. His touch was sending shock waves through her body.
They talked about investments and the pros and cons of each. The bar was closing. “Let’s continue this discussion at my place. How about a night cap?”
She knew he had a reputation to uphold in the investment community, so she felt safe enough that he wouldn’t hurt her. From all she knew about him, he was a nice decent guy. Besides, she was enjoying his company and didn’t want the night to end so she agreed.
She sank down in the buttery soft leather seats of his Jaguar as he sped through town to his apartment outside of town.
He let the valet take his car and ushered her inside to the elevators. He punched five on the panel and they began the journey up to his apartment. Electricity filled the elevator and she felt way too close to him for comfort.
He led her down the hall to his apartment and let her in. The place was well furnished with modern décor. A staircase spiraled up to the second floor in the foyer. A huge plasma TV hung on the wall in the living room. He walked over to the bar and fixed her a drink and handed it to her. He grabbed a beer and took her hand. “C’mon. I will show you around.”
He pulled her up the stairs. He showed her his bedroom. It had a huge king size bed and a solid mahogany dresser and chest of drawers. It was decorated in light blue. There was a flat panel on the wall. He showed her his office that had a huge flat panel on the wall with the tickers streaming across the bottom of the screen. They walked passed a room with the door closed and on to the spare bedroom. It had a queen size bed and decorated in sunny yellow. They left there and passed the closed door again.
“What is in that room?” Curiosity got the better of her.
“That is my playroom.”
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