Damnit.
“As your agent, I’m pretty perceptive to make that assessment, you’re not here.” His British accent penetrates every cell in my body.
“Excellent Sherlock,” I respond with a tad of sarcasm.
He slightly cocks his head to the side, arching his brows to his brown hairline and widening his gray eyes at me. “Come on now, what is going on?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” I dart my gaze back to the window.
“A girl?” his tone insinuating.
“A woman,” I correct.
“A woman.” He repeats it slowly and annoyingly too. “Wasn’t it your idea not to date this year?”
“I’m not dating.”
“Just fucking.” He states.
“I’m not doing that either.”
“I see.” He pauses for a moment. “Who is the lovely lady?”
“Someone.”
“You know I want what’s best for you.”
He wants what is best for my career which is highly appreciated. But he also cares about his career, the money he makes out of it, his reputation, and the name he gets to build for himself. He’s not the bad person in the room, he is just hustling like everyone else, and he got me this far so I can’t be ungrateful for it. It’s a mutual effort, and if someone is slacking it impacts everyone. He is young and hungry which made him the perfect fit when I was searching for a new agent after mine passed away three years ago.
I can hear his gears rolling before he speaks. “What does she look like?”
“No,” I reply coldly.
“Give meonedescription.”
“Fine! You relentless fucker.” I contemplate while the amusement on his face makes me want to slap it off of him because he won’t drop this, so I focus on her.
The sound of her loud and fitful breaths, as she gasps, keeps playing in my head like a record. The way her gorgeous body moved under my touch still tickles my fingers. And the sweet taste of her cum savored on my tongue. Her irresistible charm is beyond me. Denying myself the privilege to fuck her when she was naked before me was brutal enough for someone who hasn’t been touched for a long time.
The more noises she made the more eager I became to fuckher with my cock, but I couldn’t. Not when I can’t be with her after. Not when there is a timestamp to my stay.
I’m not a complete asshole.
“She has green hair.”
“Wild!” There is another hidden agenda between his eyes that nags me.
“We’re not having this conversation. Leave her out of this.”
“She’s special, isn’t she?” he questions, quirking his eyebrow, “They all are.”
No one other than my family and friends is special to me, especially when I don’t know where her loyalty stands and if I can trust her with my secret. But he doesn’t need to know that.
I lift my chin a tad up, flicking my eyes at him. “She’s just someone.” I give him a wry expression. “Nothing serious.”
“Keep telling yourself that because I need your head in the race.” He pokes his head with his finger a couple of times before he exits my room.
Whatever I do can reflect on others who matter to me. I keep the people I love safe and out of harm’s way as much as possible.
