Music started, and she began to sing. She was good, at least I thought she was. It wasn’t like I had much knowledge of jazz music. Her skin sparkled with gold shimmer, and her black hair shone under the bright lights. She had it pulled into a pinned-in-place updo with curls falling about, framing her slender face. She had big brown eyes, high cheekbones, and thick, plump lips. She wore a red dress that hugged every curve of her perfect hourglass figure. If I got to pick who I took back to the hotel, I knew it would be her.
Our eyes locked from across the room, and I could tell that she was just as interested as I was. I waved the bartender back over and ordered her a drink that the waiter took over to her once she’d finished her song, and I waited. If she came over, it meant I had a chance. If she didn’t, I knew she wasn’t worth the effort.
“Thanks for the drink.”
I looked to my left, where the woman who had been on the stage was standing. Her eyes locked with mine, and her plump, red lips turned up into a flirtatious smile.
“I’m Roman.” I held out my hand to shake, giving her a little knowing smile. She was game. Perfect.
“Victoria,” she replied, slipping her hand into mine.
Her rounded asswas bent over before me, and I delivered a smack to her skin before thrusting into her. She threw her head back and screamed as her pussy tightened around me. My head fell back, and my eyes closed as I savored the feeling of having her wrapped around my aching cock. She wasn’t as good as mywife, but she was better than fucking myself in the shower, that much I knew.
I tightened my hands on her hips, bits of flesh popping up between each of my outstretched fingers. My hips took on new speeds as I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. I didn’t want the moment to last any longer than it had to. I didn’t want to spend the entire night buried inside her. I just wanted to get in, get off, get out. I didn’t even care if she enjoyed herself. If she didn’t, I’d make up for it by leaving her the hotel suite for the night and allowing her to charge meals and a massage to the room.
It took me ten whole minutes before I was filling the condom with every last drop I had. The moment my heart slowed, I knew I would be good to go for a couple more weeks. I pulled out of her and turned away. Removing the condom, I dropped it into the trash and then fixed my pants. “The room is yours for the night. Feel free to charge any meals to the room before check out tomorrow morning. Book yourself a massage too.” I turned for the door.
“Wait. Are you leaving?” She frowned at me.
I turned back to her. She was lying on the bed, her brows drawn together in confusion.
“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” I turned and walked out without another word.
It was goingon ten o’clock by the time I got home. I walked in through the elevator that lead to my penthouse and went directly into the kitchen, where I stopped to get a bottle of water.
“It’s about time you got home,” Monica, my assistant, said from somewhere in the dark.
I turned to find her sitting in the corner of the room, arms crossed over her chest.
“I’m not the nanny, you know.”
“I know.” I took a swig of water.
“I’ve been doing the job of ten people here lately. And even if you are paying me well for it, that doesn’t mean I want to spend every waking minute working. I can’t keep burning the candle at both ends, Roman.”
I took a deep breath. “What do you want me to do, Monica? She’s a child. It’s not like she can just stay here by herself.”
She stood from the table, walking over to the island in the center of the room. She dropped a file onto the granite top. “These are all the applicants.” She pushed the file closer to me.
I sighed, but opened the folder, finding only two papers inside. “What the fuck is this?”
“It’s the only two people who are dumb enough to apply for this job. I suggest you pick one and keep them. I’m afraid the nannies in our area have been talking, and they’re all blacklisting you. Whoever you hire, you’d better make sure you keep them around a while. It’s not healthy for a young girl to have so many women in and out of her life. It’s confusing.” She crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at me.
I knew she was right, but what the fuck was I supposed to do?
“You pick. You do the interviews. You do the hiring. And you do the firing if the time comes. I’ll stay out of it.” I tossed the folder onto the counter.
Her brows lifted in surprise. “Really? You don’t want any say in who’s in your daughter’s life?”
“It’s either this or we can send her to boarding school or…any-fucking-where else.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You really are a bastard, you know that?” She picked up the file and marched out the door.
“I know,” I muttered in the empty room. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
THREE
SASHA
