Shades of Deception

Not only was he well bred, but extremely romantic. She would have fantasies about the two of them embracing each other in front of the fireplace, sipping wine in the nude, chasing each other around the house, ending up on the futon and making passionate love all night. She could not believe that such sensual thoughts were racing through her head.

This man really had a hold on her, and he definitely rocked her world.

Landel talked about his life growing up in Cape Verde and the businesses that were investing in his country. He even suggested that there was a market for her service. While he was talking more about commerce, she was thinking about expanding her business, reaching a wider market and starting a line of t-shirts, silk-screened with her artwork and designs.

She came up with a proposal, sent it to him for feedback and asked for his assistance in setting up this type of undertaking in his homeland.

Within a couple of days, Landel got back to Kamani, thought her proposition was excellent and advised her that starting a corporation of this type, in Cape Verde, would be beneficial. People are always looking for uniquely designed t-shirts due to their popularity, and merchants are willing to pay big bucks for high-end tees.

He told her there was a plant in the city of Paria that could print and distribute her merchandise to various stores and outlets worldwide for next to nothing. All she would have to do is provide the artwork, and the factory would take care of the rest. She would have to open a corporate account at his bank.

They could discuss this project in more details because he was planning to visit California next month.

By now, Kamani's impressions of Landel's intellect in international trade rated him a high mark; she could not stop thinking about how caring and encouraging he was in helping her reach her goals. Each day, she was falling in love with this man and could not wait to see him.

His magnetic approach was quickly becoming her drug of choice and was pulling her deeper into a never-ending abyss.

While Kamani was on the Internet, she received an e-mail from Landel, informing her that the owner of the factory was looking to sell. The asking price was one million dollars, which included eight printing presses, t-shirts, dependable workers, and a roster of buyers. She would only have to put down twenty percent as a good faith payment and with the intent to buy.

He told her there were several people interested in acquiring the plant, and if she wanted to buy the factory, he would have to hear from her within forty-eight hours.