Bonfire Publishing part 2

Once the plane landed in Heathrow. I hate to admit that Sam was right. The day was gray and there was moisture on the ground from a light rain.  
   
Looking at both of them, walking through the terminal, with an attitude of ‘I can't believe I am here doing this when I could be home doing something else.’  
   
Correction, that only came off of Meg. What came off of Sam was I'm not messing with these people, and they are going to give us the money we asked for.  
   
The meeting was to be held at “The Cause”. It was a nightclub that is on the East End of London and is known to be a bit risky, but who we're going into business with is risky as well.  
   
Meg freshened up on the plane and so did Sam.  We decided to go straight to the club. The outside of the club was nothing to rave about, but once inside we could see the attraction. Even    
Meg made an impressive sound.  
   
A young man was at the stage at the other end of the club. He glanced at us and continued working with the wiring for whatever act was coming on for the night.  
   
“Excuse me we have an appointment to meet with Jordan R-” he cut me off before I even said the last name and yelled out “Michala they are here.”  
   
A woman who was a foot taller than I was, wearing a black pencil skirt and a white shirt that was so sheer you could see the black lace bra that barely held her nipples in check.  
   
Her makeup was minimal except for her eyes. They were lined black making her prismatic green pupils look like fire.  
   
Off to my left, I can hear Sam swallow. Yup, this is going to be an interesting meeting. Meg must have heard it to because she looked at him and rolled her eyes.  
   
“Please follow me. We will be going to the office in the back.”  She smiled and turned and when    
   
Sam saw that she was sporting vibrant red hair pulled into a low ponytail I thought he was going to cum right then and there.  
   
We followed Mickala to the office to see two gentlemen discussing something very heatedly.  
   
Mickala cleared her throat and they stopped.  
   
Both men looked at us and stopped. One in particular could not stop staring at me.  
   
“Fia it is nice to see you again.”  one of the males stated at the table.
   
“Yes, it has been a while, Jordon.”  
   
To get this going I decided to cut through the amount of memory walking he seemed to want to do.  
   
“Megan Kitarage our head of publications and talent scout and Sam Nash is my accountant this is Jordan Rosewood.”  I said
   
That was when Sam’s briefcase fell—realizing who I just introduced them to.  
   
“Sam get your shit together,” Meg whispered.  
   
“Oh, so sorry.” Sam apologized.  
   
“That is quite alright Mr. Nash. Let me introduce Mickala Fitzroy my accountant and Edward Sokoto, my editorial expert. Please have a seat and let's get the meeting started.”  
   
Edward was an attractive athletic type. He wore glasses that complimented his face and he looked Megan over like she was his last meal.  
   
Once we were seated at a rectangular table facing off at our counterparts the meeting began.  
After  
   
The meeting was intense. Megan almost leaped across the table to strangle Edward when he questioned her qualifications.    
   
“Edward you ever heard of a cock cage? You need one.”  
   
His face turned red and he actually sneered at her.  
   
Once she calmed down and told him who she had on her roster to get published under our label he shut his trap.  
   
Sam on the other hand was having an emotional war with himself. He would not back down on the amount we were willing to put in the venture but when Makala spoke in her Welsh accent he seemed to melt and then come back to his senses.  
   
Jordan and I merely sat there and discussed locations. Once everything was agreed to Jordan invited us out for dinner and drinks.  
   
Meg nodded but I saw something she did not want me to see. She crossed her legs several times when speaking to Edward. She was turned on.  
   
The sexual tension in the room was palatable.  
   
“Fia, I will have everything ready, like the old times,” Jordan announces as if his word were final.  
   
 This time four sets of eyes were on me.  
   
“Old Times?” Megan asked.  
   
“Let’s go.” I said rising.  
   
“Fia, do they know?”   He asked.
   
This is when I wish I had my knife on me.  
   
“Know what? Fia is there something we need to know before signing this contract?” That was Sam always concerned about the money.  
   
Then a laugh came from Jordan. I really wish he would stop this.  
   
“Fia Naturie was my—”   Jordan was about to say but I cut him off.
   
“I was his sub and now I am your Mistress and that is all. Done. We will meet at seven. The room is ready for us. Rosewood?”   I said.
   
“Oh, you are mad. Good. Of course, it is. They both are yours?”  Jordan asked
   
“Yes” I said
   
“Really? I do not see any sign of-“   Jordan said
   
“Rosewood you need to stop pushing. I know what you’re doing.” I said through clenched teeth.  
   
“You have just verbally claimed them in front of a dom. The others will proceed to acquire what is yours if there is no visual sign that they are yours. You know this.”   Jordan stated
   
The four other bodies in the room could not stop looking at the intensity in our eyes. He is no longer my Dom and I will never bow to him ever again.  
   
“See you tonight, Rosewood.”   I said.
   
“Tonight, Fia.” Jordan said.