MEET THE BOSS
1
My birthday party, like all parties, was full of people I didn’t know who all knew me. Tucked away from the revelers splashing and playing in my giant pool, I sat inside my thinking tank, a patio enclosed by tinted bulletproof windows, where I could people watch in the company of dim lights, a whisky on the rocks, and a cigar I didn’t smoke.
I was in good company. Darkness and I were old friends.
My cousin Ivana played the host. She excelled at faking excitement over stupid shit people said and laughed at everyone’s dumb jokes. Good for her. And for me. I couldn’t imagine a better cousin.
A group of girls, likely college students looking for trouble, giggled at the edge of the pool, near my thinking space. “Puss-I,” I called the tech, “close the door.”
The tech slid the bulletproof glass closed and blocked out the noise, but not completely so I could stay alert, but enough so that the giggling didn’t interrupt my thoughts. The deal with the Italians had gone through without issues, and Sokol, my tech guy and cousin, had stayed with them in New York to iron outthe rest. I returned this morning and moved on with my day as if it was any other day. I turned forty. Big fucking deal.
My gaze strayed to a pretty little blonde with rosy cheeks. She climbed out of the pool and walked to the bar, where she ordered something with a smile. The bartender, one of my people, of course, slid a glance my way and shook his head. Hm. I sat up, resting my elbows on my knees.
The girl leaned over the bar and whispered something, to which my man shook his head again.
I tapped the com unit in my ear. “Neven, what does she want?”
He glanced my way. “To meet my boss.” He rolled his eyes.
“Send her over.”
Neven nodded. He poured my drink, and she said something else. He poured a second drink, a small shooter with rakija, a Serbian plum brandy that’s equivalent to moonshine in taste and strength. The girl slammed the shot and stretched out her hand for more.
“No,” I said to Neven over the com.
He relayed the message, and the girl turned toward my thinking space, eyes narrowed. Yeah, I’m watching you. Come here, puppy. Lion wants to play. She picked up my drink and sashayed over to my space, then stood before it, waiting for the door to open. I surveyed her little body. Cute. I liked blondes.
“Puss-I, open for one person and lock after entry. Blackout tint.”
The door opened, and the girl entered, carrying my drink, but halted right as Puss-I sealed the door with a whoosh and a click. “Locked and tint adjusted, sir,” Puss-I said over the speakers.
Maybe five two, with messy long blonde hair, sun-made highlights, and blue eyes, she looked like a stereotypical surfer girl, though I hated stereotyping. She could be a librarian, for all I knew. Right now, I didn’t care.
The girl looked around the room, then at me again, still standing there, seeming less brave now. Not for long. She tilted my glass of whiskey and poured it down her throat. Between her lips, she showed me a piece of ice she’d kept. Sucking noises came from her before she swallowed the ice cube without chewing.
I leaned back on the black leather couch and spread my legs. She took the cue and approached, putting the glass on the table, and stood between my legs. Water droplets from the pool lingered on her body, and I perused her, noting the slight movement of her left leg. I sat up to see she’d curled her toes. A nervous gesture. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her cheeks flushing, drawing my gaze to the freckles on her nose and cheeks. Sun spots.
I grabbed her hip and pulled her closer, then licked from the hem of her tiny bathing suit up to her navel. She tasted like chlorine and coconut. I slid my hand past the hem to feel a shaved, smooth place and a wet slit. I collected some of that wetness and spread it over her bud.
Using my thumb, I stroked the little thing before I stroked her entrance. I held her hip so she wouldn’t move, and, looking up, I caught her watching me, lips parted, tiny breaths coming out in pants.
Pretty and quiet, she stood there while I stroked her, never touching me without permission or leaning onto my shoulders for support. This pleased me. Since I believed in positive reinforcement, I would reward this behavior.
I grabbed the back of her knee and threw her leg over my shoulder. One twist of my fingers on the side of the skimpy suit and it snapped open and slid down the leg she stood on. I grabbed her little bottom with both hands and pulled her over my face, then stuck out my tongue and licked from her puckerhole to her bud, where I flicked, sucked, and toyed with it, and bit gently. Her leg started shaking, but
I had her. I wasn’t gonna let go, and when she groaned and slick liquid coated my tongue, her body shuddered, and I leaned back and slapped her wet cookie.
“There. You met the boss.”
2
Ireleased her leg and put it down, licking my way from her hip to her thigh. I grabbed her bathing suit and fixed it back into place, then tapped her hip. “Get out of here.”Before I fuck your brains out and make you see stars.
Despite what the general public perceived when they thought of bosses like me, my dick didn’t dip into places I didn’t know, and I definitely didn’t spill seed inside wombs I didn’t intend to grow a baby in. Or maybe that was just me. It probablywasjust me.
The girl spun on her toes and walked away, then stood at the locked door.
