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Shannon, however, had challenged Carter's assumptions. At a fundraiser one evening she had appeared at his side and without introduction asked "So, are we expected to give them all of our money, or just most of it?"

"Not quite all," he had replied before turning to her. "It wouldn't look good, them repossessing our cars."

He remembered her clearly. Shannon stood five foot eight, and with her confident bearing seemed even taller. That night she had been perched on heels that nearly brought her to Carter's eye level.

"I thought everyone here had a driver?" A faint smirk jav stream.

"I have two drivers," Carter replied. "One works the pedals while the other steers. It's the latest trend. I'm surprised you haven't heard."

There had been something defiantly sexy about her that evening. Her easy laughter. A backless dress a touch too daring for a charity ball. Scotch instead of a cosmopolitan. And, as Carter had learned a few hours later, a distinct lack of panties.

The sex that night had started out tentatively. At that time, Carter was still living in his condo on Wilshire. With the lights dimmed and the blinds up, the couple undressed each other in front of a backdrop of city lights. Carter explored Shannon's lithe body, and she in turn his. They were a splendid match physically, she long enough of limb to embrace him as he took her, and he strong enough to hold her just as he wished. The evening had ended with her riding him athletically, coaxing them both to convulsions of pleasure. At last she had collapsed on top of him, depleted, her jet hair spilling across his chest.

What could she possibly want now, Carter wondered.

In the early days, their equally frantic lives led to a mutual convenience. Shannon worked in sales at a top telecom company, like Carter giving most of her time to her career. They might not see each other for two weeks or more, then make up for lost time with an intense session. Not infrequently, Shannon would drive to Carter's condo late at night, slip into his bed, and with little more than a word begin kissing his mouth, ears, and neck. Both would be so tired that a later recollection of their coupling was impossible.

The infinity pool had in some ways been the high point of their relationship. After several months of dating, Carter had splurged on a suite at a particularly exclusive desert resort. As the sun set, the two skinny dipped, sipped wine, and made love. Everything seemed to come together at once, their burgeoning affection for each other, their familiarity with each other's bodies and desires, the indulgent surroundings, and their unsated lust. This time Carter ended up on top, pinning Shannon to a pool mat as the water lapped about them. He could still recall perfectly the way she had cried out when she came, a gasp of pure abandonment and ecstasy.

But perhaps predictably, things had started to change. The recession dealt a blow to Shannon's firm, slashing her commissions. Carter's business also took a hit, but he managed to find opportunity as well. Within six months he was opening up new lines of business while Shannon was selling off a favorite Jaguar. Gradually, her once flaunted independence turned into nervousness and paranoia. If Carter didn't text her for a day she'd question him suspiciously. She began to hint that she was no longer satisfied with their relationship, that she wanted a change.

It all came to a head one Friday night. Carter arranged an entire evening for them, hoping to distract Shannon from her paranoia and self-doubt. They took a limo to a show, enjoyed a fine dinner together, and even did some shopping. Carter coaxed Shannon to a favorite boutique and surprised her with a necklace he knew she would love. Back at Shannon's place they enjoyed mind-blowing sex, shuddering together through wrenching orgasms.

Exhausted and content, Shannon lay in Carter's embrace. Idly, she stroked his chest. She kissed his neck. Finally, seeming to work up the nerve to raise a difficult question, she said what she had wanted to for weeks.

"So, when two people have great sex like this they should get married."

The suggestion hit Carter like a punch to the gut. They had never discussed getting married. In fact, more than once they had derided the idea. Marriage was great for certain people, they agreed, but for anyone trying to make a name for themselves, it was a mistake. You could have everything you wanted without tying the knot. Clearly, Shannon's insecurities were driving her to look for some sort of external stability.

"Oh Shannon," Carter had said. "We've talked about this. I think we have a great relationship. There's no reason to get married."

Her reaction was immediate. Pulling back, she snarled at him, her face twisted with sudden rage. "So you think you can just **** me, then? **** me all you want, then go back to your little world?"

Carter was dumbfounded, staring at her. He was speechless.

Shannon wasn't. "Out!"

Carter half raised himself from the bed, trying to make eye contact. "Shannon, what is going on? You can't be-"

"Out!" She slapped the bed for emphasis. "Yes, goddammit! Of course I'm ****ing serious, you prick."

Shocked at the sudden turn of events, Carter extracted himself from the bed, dressed, and prepared to leave. Taking one last look behind before he left, he had a final image of Shannon. She had already turned away from him, wrapped up in the sheets. She had her phone out, and was angrily punching away at the screen. Just like that they were done.

That had been years ago. She had for several days sent him demeaning and angry texts, challenging everything from his manhood, to his intelligence, and his parentage. However, as the days went past and Carter declined to respond, the texts slowly dried up. For a time Carter would hear reports from mutual friends, but eventually even those updates faded. He hadn't heard from her since.

With some distance it began to settle in with Carter all of the ways she had mistreated him. She said she wanted independence but when pressed, pushed him quickly for commitment. He had looked at her as a long-term prospect but the moment he disappointed her she had dumped him angrily. No doubt his wasted commitment to her had resulted in lost prospects with other women camjke.

Whatever she was after now would have to be dealt with. Shaking his head, Carter returned her text.

Hello Shannon, how are you?

Not thirty seconds passed before his phone chimed. She had been waiting.

Hey C! I'm good! Back in town again.

He hadn't known she left.

Oh, okay. You were where, again?

Silly! San Jose. Back now, tho. No good taquerias, lol.

Shannon had loved her food trucks.

I see.

What else was there to say?

Aren't you going to ask why I called?

Well, she hadn't called, so...

Okay, tell me.

Oh C, you're no fun. Anyway, I know we said goodbye under a cloud.

Did she seriously recall them as having said goodbye?

Yeah, that was rough.

There was a pause, as if Shannon thought Carter might have more to say. Finally, she relented.

Well anyway, I thought we might put that behind us.

Shannon honestly, it's fine. Years ago.

I'm serious.

She wasn't letting up.

I feel bad about how we left things. Let me make it up. Drinks at Max.

Max's was a hangout the couple had favored early on. They'd meet for drinks, people watching, and bar food. The fact she had mentioned both it and the desert resort were clear signs she was hitting only the high points of their relationship.

That's nice of you, but it's really okay.

Carter couldn't see any reason to see Shannon again. Even if she genuinely regretted treating him as she had, there was little reason to think that long term things would be any better.

Before he could sign off, Shannon sent him a photo. In it, a barely recognizable Shannon stood facing the camera, an ocean sunset to the side. The warm, late rays of the sun warmed her tanned skin. Her full lips were pursed as if in thought, while a breeze tossed her fine hair. Even more striking was the body beneath the bikini. While Shannon had always been fit, she seemed to have put in some serious time at the gym. Where once she had carried a touch of softness, she was now toned and lean. Her breasts were full and high. The hollows of her neck stood out in inviting relief, while the spaghetti straps of her bikini spanned the prominent lines of her hips. A sprinkling of sand clung to her beautifully toned calves. The photo was nothing less than a glamor shot.

You look like you're having fun.

LOL. Is that all you have to say?

He could have said more. Like the memory of their times together, the photograph was selective in its portrayal. Carter felt a stirring of lust, admiring Shannon's carefully toned body. Briefly, he fantasized about undressing her, exploring her curves once again. He was torn.

Look Shannon, I don't really know what to say here.

It didn't take her more than ten seconds to respond.

Silly! Just meet me at Max's. I promise you it will be fun!

***

Shannon knew he would be there on time, knew where he would sit, and timed her arrival accordingly. Carter watched her approach along Ocean Avenue, the breeze tossing her gauzy skirt and teasing her hair. She knew he was watching her; knew other men were as well. Her brisk strut offered glimpses of her toned legs and jiggled her breasts beneath a simple white blouse. One man stopped in his tracks and turned to admire her from behind.

"Carter!" The brunette practically skipped the last few steps to Carter's table, tossed her hair back, and embraced him. She had changed perfume from the variety he remembered, to a new one offering hints of spice. As they pulled apart, Shannon trailed her hand across his shoulder and brushed his arm. "You're staying in shape, I see." She was smiling broadly.

"As have you," Carter observed. In fact, Shannon's wardrobe seemed to have been selected solely to showcase her athletic body.

"Oh, and I thought perhaps you hadn't noticed," said Shannon, with a touch of exaggerated petulance. She was certainly proud of herself, mused Carter.

As Shannon settled in, Carter signaled their waiter and soon the two were sipping mojitos. The sun wouldn't set for another hour or more, but was already bathing the streetside bar, and its patrons, in a warm, flattering light.

The two caught up. Carter described his latest expansion into the Australian and New Zealand markets. Shannon, Carter learned, was still with her same firm, but hinted that she was looking for new opportunities. He began to wonder if things had really improved for Shannon, or if she was still trying to find her way.

"I hear you moved," she said, maintaining eye contact while she sipped her drink. "Bel Air?"

"You hear right. I like it up there, and I wanted more space anyway."

"I think you must be doing pretty well. Better than you let on."

Carter shrugged. He despised boasting. On the other hand, what was the point of false modesty? "My business is doing well. The house is a lifestyle choice."

If she only knew.

Gradually, like settling into a comfortable chair, Shannon finally got around to why she had reached out. "Anyway, I feel bad about how we left things."

"It's fine Shannon, really."

"No, I'm serious." Shannon leaned forward, giving Carter a perfect view of her cleavage. "I want to make it up to you." She winked.

So there it was. Carter knew his ex lover well enough to know she wasn't simply offering a night of sex as an apology. There would be expectations. Whether a resumption of their relationship, or opportunity with Carter's firm, he had no idea. Regardless, the suggestion grated against him. More to the point, he had no need for sex. Still largely sated from his evening with Haley just two nights before, and with practically unlimited access to young women, there was almost nothing Shannon could offer him that he couldn't get at the snap of his fingers.

"Oh, I'm sure you could make it up to me!" Carter tried to make light of her offer. "But really-"

"Is that a 'no'?" Shannon laughed, high and light. "Carter," she said "I'd know if you were dating anyone. Are you really saying no to this?" She slid her fingers slowly down her neck to her chest, parting her blouse suggestively.

She wasn't getting it, Carter realized. "Shannon honestly," he began, "I'm flattered but I'm not the same man I was before. My lifestyle has changed. My interests have changed."

"Your interests?" She made the idea sound deliciously naughty.

"My relationships, both in and out of bed."

"Oooh." Shannon made a little gasp. "You've learned some new tricks. And you don't want to share them with me?"

Carter groaned inwardly. He tried another tactic. "You're right that I'm not dating anyone right now. I don't want to. I don't have the room in my life."

"Oh Carter," Shannon said, as if speaking to a child. "Who said anything about a relationship? I just want to have a little fun, and there's no one I'd rather have it with than you. You know we're good together."

That wasn't a lie. Especially early on, the two had routinely enjoyed intense sex. Still, Shannon's directness surprised him. She was practically begging for casual sex. The idea began to grow on him. ****ing Shannon on his terms would go a long way toward making up for the mean-spirited way she had dismissed him years ago. He eyed her carefully.

"Yeah, we were a hot couple." Carter watched the smile grow on Shannon's lips. "But like I said, my interests have changed."

"Oh," the brunette said, pushing herself upright. "Well, I've evolved myself. I doubt you're into anything I wouldn't enjoy. Or, perhaps you're afraid I'd like it more than you?"

Shannon's sometimes unwarranted confidence had once attracted Carter. Now he saw it as an opportunity.

"So, a night of fun only?"

She pulled a strand of her fine, dark hair across her lips playfully. "Carter," she began, "I do believe you've forgotten how convincing I can be. Yes, one night. For now."

***

Carter shook the water out of his ears and caught his breath. The pool still sloshed and rippled from his exertions. He pushed his hair back. A vigorous swim always helped clear his mind. The contours of his plan were emerging.

Peering out over the lower compound he could spot both Erin and Haley. The former appeared to have fallen asleep reading a book, but the latter sat restlessly poolside, kicking at the water. The extra points he had granted her for taking the messy facial had briefly lifted her spirits, but the blonde seemed otherwise morose.

Carter had enjoyed their first several sessions considerably. Haley's voluptuous body offered him a pleasing alternative to Erin's more petite frame. Her reaction to his attentions was also strikingly different. The other girls mostly put on a brave face or outright enjoyed themselves, but Haley didn't bother to conceal her distaste. The first time he took her she had met his gaze with a look of pure resentment. Her body responded, but she refused to acknowledge her share of pleasure.

What she didn't seem to grasp was the reality that Carter thrived on her reluctance. Of course, taking an eager and responsive partner to bed was one of life's great joys, but lately he had found greater pleasure in less conventional relationships. ****ing the daughter of one of his rivals was the ultimate expression of victory. Of revenge.

Still, it might soon be time to let Haley go. Erin was more to Carter's taste anyway, and Nicole was still around. The potent, nearly intoxicating rush he experienced the first time he claimed a new girl tended to fade. With Erin it was fading slowly; Carter still looked forward to their sessions and left sated. With Haley however the thrill of using her was already largely gone. Like the owner of a baseball team, Carter had a plan to trade a player, but for a price.

"Haley," he called out to her. "How about a drink?"

***

"You'll have to go through the side entrance."

Carter watched Shannon's puzzled expression through his video doorbell.

"What?"

"To your left. I'll be there in a sec."

"Uh... okay?"

In no particular hurry, he ambled down to meet her.

"Shannon, welcome!" Carter held open the door to the lower compound as his guest stepped uncertainly through.

"Carter," she said giving him a brief hug, "the service entrance?" She was dressed in a silky yellow blouse and a pair of skin tight jeans which showcased her round ass. Carter didn't bother concealing his admiring glance. She was his now.

"It's a bit closer this way, and I thought you'd want to see the whole place."

Shannon didn't seem convinced by the explanation but allowed herself to be led forward. She eyed the little cabanas.

"I wanted a house with a separate area for guests," he explained. "This place was perfect."

"Guests?" Shannon stopped, surprised, as an equally startled Erin peered out from the door of her room.

"Oh," said Carter. He had known they might run into Erin. "Shannon, this is Erin. She's been staying here a bit."

"I see," said Shannon. She sized up Erin, who was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a bikini top. "It's nice to meet you, Erin." Carter thought he saw a trace of worry flicker across Shannon's face, but she recovered quickly. "Are you sure you meant me to see the entire place, Carter?"

"Sure," Carter said with a grin, before guiding Shannon forward. When he looked back Erin offered him a shy smile.

"My guests have their own space, and I have mine." Carter followed his guest up the stairs to the middle terrace. He watched with pleasure as Shannon admired the formal pool and gardens.

"Oh, Carter," she said, her earlier reserve slipping away, "this is beautiful!" The brunette walked along the side of the garden trailing her hand over the evenly cut hedge. "You must love it out here."

"I do, thanks." Carter could sense Shannon recalculating. The bigger a prize she thought he was, the easier it would be to manipulate her. "Mostly to swim, but if you look ahead..."

He didn't have to finish his sentence. As Shannon looked up she caught sight of the carefully laid table for two. Carter's chef had put out a light meal of shellfish, fresh vegetables, pasta, and fruit. Two bottles of white wine were chilling in buckets.

"This is lovely!" Shannon was smiling broadly. "I didn't even know I was hungry before but now... please say it's dinner time!"

***

"Can I borrow your chef some time? That was amazing!" Shannon pushed her plate back before impulsively grabbing one last slice of mango. She slid it slowly into her mouth suggestively, making sure Carter noticed. "Or maybe I'll just drop by more often. You know, any time I'm hungry."

Not for the first time that evening Carter had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Shannon had laid the innuendo on thick all evening, even going so far as to reference a well-known work of erotic fiction. What made women think that having read a single book about BDSM made them experts?

"I take it you're hungry now?"

"Famished!" She grinned.

Carter stood to offer his arm. "I know just the place."

Shannon wore her confidence like a perfume. She allowed Carter to take her bag, and pressed against him as he led her to the upper grounds. Her eyes swept across the imposing contemporary house with its wall of windows. Once inside her eyes widened further at the sight of the sprawling great room, kitchen, and sunroom. She reached out carefully to brush her fingers against upholstery, and paused to examine a sculpture. Other artwork seemed to catch her eye. Carter knew she was dying to ask questions but didn't want to tarry. She practically sprinted up the stairs to the master suite.

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