The Gray Man Ch. 35 - Wei Lin

Wei Lin took another sip of wine, "I see. Then I suppose you wouldn't be interested if my producer set up a chance for me to interview you this week?"

Gray smirked again and shook his head, 'Perhaps you have something to offer that could sway me, but a producer? No, I only deal with the king or the queen in this matter. If someone wants my attention, do not send someone in your stead." Gray nodded to the table with Aisha, Isabella, and Elizabeth, "As you see, I didn't send my staff to make my desire known."

Malik and Wei Lin looked at the table of beautiful women. Their beauty actually intimidated the Taiwan born media star. She lightly cleared her throat, "You have a very attractive staff."

Malik found his voice, "Do you always travel with..." his voice faltered as he looked for a word.

Gray smiled, "Harem is the word you are looking for Mr. Sanford. Yes, that is how I travel, I find men unable to tend to my desires."

The wait staff arrived with the couple's lunch. TJ reached out and took Mei Lin's hand and kissed it, "I am sorry to intrude, I truly just wanted to say how many evenings I have spent in my office watching your broadcast."

Malik winced as he watched his wife actually blush, "May I ask if there are any firms I might know you have invested in?"

TJ stood, Wei Lin's eyes locked on his while Malik's eyes drifted down to what he guessed had to be something stuffed in his pants to bulge that obviously. Gray smiled, "That would be a betrayal of my client's trust. I will say the one that has always turned me down. Allen Babin. His arrogance and privacy has always eluded the need to have an injection of capital into his firm - though rumor has it his wife likes a good injection from time to time. Those secret Pentagon contracts must pay well and on time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I will let you enjoy your lunch. Thank you for your time."

As the conversation ended, the undeniable chemistry between Wei Lin and Grayson Alexander became an unspoken undercurrent, leaving the lunch table with an electric charge that lingered in the air even after he bid them farewell.

Malik could not deny the power Grayson Alexander had over his normally powerful and in control wife. "Earth to Linnie. Come in, Linnie."

Wei Lin shook herself loose from the conversation with Grayson, "I'm sorry. I was a bit lost."

Malik sighed, "I noticed." He put his fork into his pasta, "That man is dangerous Linnie."

Wei Lin pulled out her phone and quickly typed out a message to her producer, "Nonsense, he's eccentric, but people with that kind of money and power often are."

Malik nodded, "Tell me, who did you just text?"

Linnie put her phone away, "Just Anne Marie, I want her to do some digging into the mysterious Mr. Alexander and Grayson Capital. That's all."

Malik shook his head, "For professional purposes or..." again his voice dropped as he was almost afraid to think that his wife's curiosity may be something other than professional.

Wei Lin smiled, "Purely professional, Malik. Are you jealous? I've never seen you like this."

Malik leaned in, his voice low. "Attractive man who makes your heart race who shamelessly flirts with you in my presence and the only other person he mentions is Babin!"

Wei Lin, "He flirted?" I never noticed.

Malik leaned back, "Bullshit, Linnie. You not only know he did but you flirted in return."

Wei Lin started to eat her pasta, "Nonsense darling, you are just paranoid."

When TJ returned to the table Elizabeth tilted her head, "What was that?"

TJ took his seat, "A little intelligence gathering."

Isabella voiced their collective frustration, her tone sharp and unyielding. "TJ, we had a strategy. A plan. And you just went off-script."

Aisha, her gaze equally disapproving, chimed in, "We had everything under control until you decided to play the maverick."

Elizabeth, usually the voice of reason, couldn't hide her disappointment. "We need to follow the plan, not a wild card move."

TJ used his fork to stab at his salad, his expression unreadable as he absorbed their discontent. The tension at the table crackled like electricity, but he remained silent, allowing the accusations to linger in the air.

As the barrage of protests continued, TJ's eyes gradually sharpened, a steely resolve replacing any trace of uncertainty. The chatter of the busy lunch crowd seemed to fall into an uneasy hush, conversations had been pushed to the side, only a low hum in the background.

"Enough," he declared with a single word, his low voice cutting through the tension like a knife. The weight of his authority silenced the room, each syllable leaving no room for argument. The three women, their expressions a mix of frustration and defiance, fell silent under the command of that single, powerful utterance.

In that charged moment, TJ's gaze swept over each of them, his unspoken message clear: the time for dissent had passed, and his decision, whether understood or not, was final. The table, once filled with discordant voices, now hung in a pregnant pause. The boss had spoken.

As they finished their lunch Elizabeth garnered the courage to ask, "So, what now?"

TJ paid the bill and smiled, "I am going to break her will."

Aisha's nose wrinkled, "How are you going to do that?"

Gray leaned back in his chair, "By being present everywhere she is for the next day. While she works today, dinner tonight. I am going to be in her field of vision and in her mind for the next 36 hours."

Isabella tried to hide the shocked look on her face, "How will that break her will?"

TJ leaned forward, his eyes narrowed with intensity. "Let's rewind about 45 minutes. Shall we? Three very strong, very independent, very capable women who do not need or necessarily want a partner to get in the way of their ambition and career goals. Is that a fair assessment?"

The three women nodded as TJ continued, "All three of those women were angry with me for moving outside of the boundary that we had all agreed to. Again, am I correct?" This time he did not wait for affirmation, "The three women, oh, let's stop fooling ourselves. You three made it very clear that you were not happy with the decision that I had made. Yet, with one word... one word the three of you shrunk away and got quiet. I'm guessing you didn't even consciously think about why you became quiet - but you did."

Aisha was enthralled, "Say more about that."

TJ nodded, "The three of you trust me - it's not just that I'm the boss, it's not just about the sex. I understand that we are filling roles this week - but deep down, somewhere inside of you the very primal part of your identity - your base nature instinctively understood that when I said 'ENOUGH' that the argument was over. It was more than just not arguing with the boss - you each lowered your eyes because deep down, underneath what you THINK - you felt that the ONE had spoken and deep down, underneath what you THINK - you knew to obey."

Isabella shook her head, "Bullshit. I am a profiler. I have picked apart people's habits, psyche and mind for years. That's just bullshit."

Gray smiled, "Really?"

Isabella nodded, "Really."

TJ leaned in and whispered, "Isabella Maria Mendez." Isabella could not hold his gaze, "Look at me," came the sharp retort. Grudgingly Isabella looked at her boss. "Isabella Maria Mendez, tell me how aroused you are?"

Isabella laughed, "You've got to be kidding me."

Gray's eyes flashed, "Does any part of me look like I am joking? Tell us, how wet is your tight little pussy? How hard are your nipples?" She started to look away again, "Do not look away, answer me."

Isabella shook her head, "I will not."

TJ smirked then winked at her. He then chuckled a deep chuckle, "You are flaring your nostrils and your pupils got bigger. Are you sure you are okay over there?"

Izzy leaned in, "I'm not one of your conquests. I'm not that easy."

TJ laughed, "Really? So if I slipped my hand between your thighs I would not feel the heat from MY cunt?"

Isabella shook her head, "It's not yours. My vagina belongs to me."

TJ leaned in, "Keep telling yourself that lie as long as you like. I bet right now MY cunt is dripping wet and jealous that this morning it's Master's cock fucked another and just a bit ago I exerted authority over someone other than you."

Isabella shook her head, "Nope, not at all."

TJ sat back, "Then your body would have zero response if I whispered, "Be a good girl Isabella Maria, close your eyes and remember what it feels like for my thick cock to slip between your wet lips and then push deeper and deeper. Your eyes locked on mine, your hands gripping my biceps as I push in deeper and deeper. Tell me you don't remember how much your pussy stretched to receive me - how I pushed in so much deeper than Keith. If I reminded you of all of that you are telling me that you would have zero response?"

Isabella again shook her head, "Not at all."

Gray chuckled, "Cum for me like a good girl."

Her lips pursed. "No."

TJ leaned in closer, "I said cum for me."

Isabella tried to stop her body from responding but the electrical energy pulsed between her clitoris, g-spot, and even her ass. The sensations were so precisely what she yearned to feel, but at the same time she was fighting them. Gray was right, why couldn't she just admit it. Isabella felt the wetness in her pussy explode. The sensations she remembered from TJ's huge prick sliding in and out of her pussy channel was all she could think about..

The combination of sensations was rapidly becoming overwhelming. Isabella felt her will fading and her body giving itself over to this arousal. She closed her eyes for a moment and rocked gently with the sensation. She could feel the heat from her arousal wash over her skin, particularly around her neck and chest. Her cheeks flushed.

She felt her nipples tighten and grow like never before. The thought of her nipples piercing her cream colored blouse brought her back to reality. Her eyes flashed open. The crowd didn't seem to notice her, but she couldn't avoid the looks of Aisha and Elizabeth, but it was Gray's piercing green eyes that caused her to push her thighs together.

Isabella tried to look normal, she didn't want to give Gray the satisfaction. However, all that caused her expression to look vacant and distant. She dreaded where this was rapidly headed, her rational mind tried to prevail. She knew she had to prepare for the inevitable.

Isabella closed her eyes again to try to ignore the world and that voice that kept encouraging her, praising her, demanding of her.. The orgasm was building and all Isabella could do was pray that she would not make any embarrassing sounds or convulse obviously. She worked on suppressing her orgasm, to make it as mild as possible.

The sensations cycled through her body. Her clit, her G spot, her ass, and her nipples felt like they were on fire. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The frustration that someone as intelligent as she was couldn't fight her body's response just added to the submissive humiliation that was building.

There was no way she was going to be able to suppress this orgasm. As she felt the wave building, she squeezed her eyes shut, forcing out tears. She held her breath until her boss demanded, "Open your eyes, look at me Isabella Maria." When her eyes opened, he demanded again, "Cum for me now."

Isabella felt her pussy clench and hold its tightness -- she knew it was inevitable. She whimpered audibly, drawing the concerned looks from people around her.

And then the wave of pleasure pulsed through her body, her nipples tightened, her neck strained. She could feel the waves in her pussy and her anus started to clench rhythmically. OMG, no, that sensation of peeing rushed through her and she couldn't stop it. One strong clenching in her pussy and felt the wetness explode flooding her panties. Her leg started to shake uncontrollably and one foot slammed down to the floor.

Isabella grabbed the arms of her chair as she let out a long, soft groan; a groan that almost sounded like she was in pain. She finally gasped in a deep breath causing a couple of heads to turn towards the table.

She felt dizzy, like she was about to faint. She could feel the heat and perspiration on her face and neck. Isabella felt a soft touch on her arm. She was so lost in her own world she jumped. Aiasha's voice finally broke the silence, "You okay?"

Isabella turned to her friend and colleague, her eyes teary from the intensity of the experience. "Yeah. I'm okay." She turned to TJ who sat with a smug smile, "I hate you for that," she whispered

TJ smirked, "No you don't. When you are ready to stand we can go?"

Isabella groaned, "My panties, my pants, and the fucking chair is soaked."

Elizabeth took off her jacket, "Here, tie this around your waist. Nobody will ask, they will just think your period started. We will go to the hotel and get you changed."

Gray attended another presentation before he excused himself from the crowd and wandered through the herd of people to the Media Center which buzzed with an undercurrent of anticipation. The conference was reaching its culmination in the next couple of days and people were anticipating the presentations from some tech billionaires.

TJ walked from cable outlet to radio outlet like a man with purpose. If someone caught his eye he would hold their gaze until they lowered their eyes. Man or woman it did not matter. From folks pulling cable to stars that were used to being the one that caused a stir - he held their gaze until they averted theirs. Slowly, one person at a time he was exercising dominance even though most of the people around had no idea that they were just feeding the beast that hid just beneath the custom suit and tie.

Gray knew that folks were whispering. Unsure as to who this presence was as he strolled through the meticulously organized chaos. The air, heavy with the scent of ambition and desire, seemed to part for him as he found his strategic place.

Positioned strategically where Wei Lin couldn't escape his magnetic pull, Grayson's presence became an unspoken challenge. The low murmur of conversations and the occasional direction from a producer, and those who wanted to be seen asking for a bit more powder to hide oil and sweat from their skin before sitting in front of the bright television spot lights.

TJ, was a master of the game. He could truly disappear into a crowd or be the talk of the crowd. Today it was overt power and sensuality that he was giving off. Today he was giving a class in the art of unabashed stares, never averting his gaze. His eyes, like molten steel, locked onto Wei Lin with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Even as a flush of heat colored her cheeks and she turned away, his unwavering gaze continued to caress her like an insistent touch.

The setting sun bathed the scene in a golden glow, casting long shadows that mirrored the unspoken tension. Wei Lin, frustrated by the distracting beast of a man, stumbled over her words in front of the camera. Each fumble heightened the sensual undercurrent, leaving her producer, Anne Marie, with a raised eyebrow and a pointed question about the unexpected distractions.

Wei Lin, caught between the allure of Grayson's silent challenge found herself ensnared in a web of desire and frustration. Her attempts to regain control over her composure only seemed to fuel the flame, turning the media center into an arena of unspoken passions and simmering tension.

Gray stood leaning against a wall, his arms folded as his green eyes pierced into Wei Lin's soul. The air crackled with tension as people moved from media station to media station to get as much airtime as they could. Yet underneath it all there was a battle that Malik Sanford's wife was losing. For people watching at home, the only clue they had was an occasional missed word and a soft pink blush that seemed to creep up Wei Lin's cheeks.

As she wrapped up her last interview and people rushed in to unclip her microphone she exhaled and looked up only to see that the primal American private equity fund manager had slipped away into the crowds and was gone.

Aisha once again kept an eye on Malik and Wei Lin as they made their way to dinner. A romantic, private dinner was their plan. Wei Lin, in an effort to make up for the lunch debacle and to assuage her own guilt for her thoughts while she was working pulled some strings to get a hard to get table at The Aura Lounge and Jazz Bar.

Malik whispered, "We can't afford this place."

Wei Lin reached out and touched his hand, "I'm going to expense it - plus after tomorrow we will be able to afford anything we want, baby."

The soft jazz playing in the background, soft enough to not interrupt conversation, but loud enough so that conversations could not be overheard. The soft lighting and candle light caused a warm glow to be cast over Wei Lin and Malik as they sat across from each other, engaged in lively conversation over their appetizers. The tête-à-tête was abruptly interrupted when the entrance of a familiar figure turned heads--the enigmatic Grayson Alexander, this time alone without his entourage of beautiful women.

Malik watched as Grayson walked past the maitre d', slipping him what Malik guessed was a rather large amount of currency in the process. Malik's jaw clenched as he watched the large, intrusive man walk straight towards the loving couple..

Without invitation, Grayson approached their table with his confident stride. His presence alone seemed to command attention, leaving a subtle ripple of anticipation in the air. As he gracefully took a seat, a tension descended upon the scene, and Malik's expression tightened even more.

Wei Lin, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, welcomed the unexpected guest with a polite nod. Malik, however, couldn't hide the irritation that crept into his features. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the atmosphere growing taut with unspoken tension.

"Malik, Wei Lin," Grayson acknowledged, his voice smooth and unwavering. "I hope I'm not intruding."

Before Malik could voice his displeasure, Grayson's formidable presence settled over the table like a weighted blanket. The air seemed to thicken, and an unspoken understanding passed between the men. Despite Malik's initial protest forming on the tip of his tongue, something in Grayson's demeanor compelled him to reconsider.

The power emanating from Grayson, a force that transcended mere confidence, held Malik's objections at bay. Grayson's gaze, cool and penetrating, met Malik's eyes with a subtle challenge. In that unspoken exchange, the room became a battlefield of unspoken dominance.

Sensing the shift, Wei Lin observed the silent interplay between the two men, her curiosity piqued. The tension lingered, a delicate dance of egos, until a quiet acknowledgment passed between them. Malik, conceding to the unyielding force that was Grayson Alexander, relented with a curt nod.

When the waiter returned he apologized, "I'm so sorry. I was told this was a table for two."

Malik cleared his voice to speak but Grayson shut him down again as he looked to the waiter. "No need to apologize, I was lucky enough to be invited to join the happy couple. I will have the Butcher's Plate and a bottle of Adobe Road Beckstoffer Cabernet Sauvignon"

Colleagues who knew Mei Lin professionally turned their gaze to the table, wondering who the assertive stranger was. As they watched, Grayson seamlessly integrated himself into the dinner conversation, the power dynamic of the table shifted. The unspoken understanding, heavy with an acknowledgment of authority, hung in the air, leaving the trio entangled in a silent game where Grayson's presence had rewritten the rules."