“Thank you. I owe you one.”
“You owe me nothing. Remember that.”
“Okay.” Vera exhaled loudly. “I might also lose a flatmate. Saph wants to move out, but she’ll need a job that pays well. She applied for a PR role at a senator’s office.”
“What’s the senator’s name?”
“Paul McGrath. He’s…”
“I know him well,” I cut in. Paul and I had been close friends since college. I supported his campaigns and connected him with other contributors. In turn, he and his buddies passed into law a bill to legalize brothels. It meant sex workers could have better working conditions. “Vera, I’ll call you back,” I said. “What are you wearing?”
“Oh, Daddy. I’ve got on a black negligee made of lace and silk,” my lioness teased.
“Good. I hope you’re in the mood for some dirty talk and self-play later tonight,” I replied. “I expect you to take off the slip of silk and oil yourself from top to toe.”
“Do you want me completely naked?”
“Naked and oiled. I’ll call you later, sweetheart,” I promised, ending the call.
I poured myself a glass of wine and called Paul. Vera’s friend could use a decent job. I’d be damned if Saira tried to destroy an innocent girl’s career. She’d done it before, and she’d do it again.
“Scotty. How’s life?” Paul’s voice boomed.
“As good as it can be. McGrath, you’re a champion,” I responded, letting out a low chuckle.
“Eh? What have I done?”
“It’s what you’re about to do. I hear you’re looking for new staff.”
“Yeah, I got rid of my PR assistant after he leaked information to the opposition about campaign plans.”
“Stop hiring traitors. Keep both eyes open and both ears clean. Shield yourself.”
“I know, Scotty.”
“Listen to me. There’s a young woman, Sapphire, who’s gunning for the PR position.”
“Ah, Sapphire Blake. I’m interviewing her on Monday,” Paul replied.
“Hire her. You won’t regret it. You want staff you can rely on, yeah?”
“I trust your judgment,” Paul said. “A brother is born for times of adversity.”
“Confucius?”
“Come on. It’s in the Bible. Proverbs seventeen.” McGrath and I have always had this game… quotes and drinks. It started back in college. Too many nights ended in blackout laughter and hangovers that could kill a man.
“McGrath, you remember this line? Never give a sword to a man who can’t dance.” I chuckled, picturing him on a dance floor, though what I meant was handing power to idiots who fold the second the music changes.
“Ah, yes, Confucius. I remember that one.” McGrath’s voice rumbled with laughter. He was a lousy dancer, yet his ex-wife had taught dance classes.
I ended the call with a smile, good memories, and one good deed for Vera’s friend.
Vera and I picked up where we left off, hunger simmering between us even through the screen. My pulse spiked the moment her camera flickered on. There she was, sprawled naked across her bed, golden brown tresses against the sheets. She cupped her breasts with those graceful fingers, squeezing and rolling her nipples in slow, teasing strokes. That sly Mona Lisa smile twisted her lips. I knew she could see how much I fucking needed this.
“Keep doing that and I’ll go blind,” I teased, wrapping my hand around my cock to match her rhythm.
She bit her lip and arched her back for me. “Why don’t you show me what I’m missing, Scotty?”
