“Excellent, thank you. She’s hired. Send over the bonus, too. Things got a little heated.”
“I’m delighted to hear it. Is Miss Brooks to your liking, then?”
I stare out at the skyline, imagining how I want to fuck her against the window with the whole city watching.
“Exactly to my liking.”
“Wonderful. If you have any problems, don’t hesitate to call me.”
“Thank you. I will.”
I hang up, lowering the phone and staring out at the city, my thumb stroking over the screen.
My gaze lowers to the cabs and cars far below me. I feel the rippling thrill of danger as I look down at the long drop beneath, my bare toes touching the glass.
I pocket the phone and return to my desk. There are three white folders on it, with the emails and paperwork for the day printed out. I’m a stickler for a hard copy, but I know it drives Beatrice up the wall.
I pick one up, open it, and scan through the latest finance report from Barnes’s CFO, but struggle to concentrate. I’m still lost in that hot little body bent over my desk.
I frown, leaning back in my chair and staring at the door, wondering if I’m making a stupid mistake with this.
A lot of men would judge what I’m doing, paying for sex, and using women for that alone. Lord knows I understand thebenefits of a real partnership. Love, marriage—the whole bit. But I tried a real relationship, and it was a monumental disaster.
My nails dig painfully into my palm. I’ve had my heart steamrollered by a woman before, ripped right out of my chest, and speared like a peach on her stiletto heel.
Isn’t this a better way to do it?
Not only do we both know what we’re getting into, but there is nothing complicated about the time I spend with Miss Brooks.
We fuck, she leaves. That’s far simpler than all the games Megan and I played before she found someone better. Years of my life wasted on her, when she always had one foot out the door, waiting for a better offer.
My anger rises at the image of her hateful, tear-stained face explaining how she’d fallen out of love with me, that she ‘hoped I would one day be happy’.
I slam the folder shut, glancing at the door. Maybe I do have time for one more fuck before I leave today.
No. I’m not an animal. I should give the poor girl time to settle in before introducing her to my endless libido.
Sterling House is exactly what I need. No strings, no mess, no fuss, and sex whenever I want it during office hours. I’ve always liked sex a little too much for one man, and with Amelia Brooks, I can see myself liking ita lot. I’ve never fucked anyone as tight as she is, hugging my dick like a fucking vice.
I shift in my chair, looking at the spot on my desk where she bent over for me—that glorious blonde hair in a sexy braid over her shoulder, and those full, perfect lips moaning for me.
I imagine stuffing my dick between them, and I frown down at the semi I’m sporting. I have a meeting in less than ten minutes, and I can’t arrive with a hard-on.
This merger had better be worth it.
If Franklin Barnes doesn’t back down today, I’m going to have to seriously consider abandoning the whole venture, and it’s already cost me thousands of dollars in legal fees.
I have two options: either I acquiesce and cripple myself with employment contracts I can’t honor, or we find a compromise.
The problem is that every conversation I’ve had with the guy has been tinged with fury. He doesn’t want to sell; he’s being forced to, and that makes me the evil billionaire coming to fuck up his legacy.
He seems to have missed the part where I save over sixty percent of his workforce from redundancy.
I sigh, rising from my desk and checking the time.
Picking up my phone, I feel a smirk spread over my face as I dial Amelia’s extension. She might be an escort, but she’s also here to do a job, and I wonder whether she’ll be as useless as the last girl they sent. Fiona was an enthusiastic fuck, but she didn’t want to do any office work alongside herotherduties. The sex hadn’t been good enough to keep her on for more than a week.
Can’t say the same for the new kid on the block.
