“Take it in the mirror,” she instructed, “and take off your top.”
I snapped another.
“Better, except it looks like you’re getting ready to go to the gynecologist.”
“Oh my god!” I grabbed my clothes. “This is a terrible idea.”
“You can’t let Cressida win,” Maeve insisted, shaking me. “Here, put on the shirt, not the bra, and smoosh everything up then snap it in the mirror. Butt out, chest out, make a Kardashian face.”
“These are like a five out of ten, but it’s the best we got,” she said when we flipped through the pictures. I started to compose a text message to Beck, but Maeve grabbed my phone.
“You didn’t even say anything about how great of a lay he was when you texted him!” she railed. “He’s going to think you didn’t like it. Maybe we should have done a full undershot.”
“My clothes are already back on,” I said flatly.
“Fine,” Maeve said dramatically. “Hopefully this photo is enough to show him you still care about his cock.”
“What should I text?” I asked, taking the phone back.
“I don’t know, something better than ’okay,’” she retorted. “You need a flirty message.”
“Maybe some sort of pun,” I suggested, “like, why does the mermaid wear seashells? She outgrew her B-shells!”
Maeve made a disgusted noise. “No, we’re just going to write, I want your cum on my tits. Done. No room for confusion.”
43
Beck
“Iam disappointed by the lack of effort in my plan,” Greg said when we were all assembled in the conference room in the Svensson Investment tower. “It shows an egregious lack of respect.”
“I participated,” Carl protested. “I had drinks with all the old broads by the pool practically every day. They even took pictures. Belle used some of them in her marketing material, and she told me later that she got a three hundred percent increase in interest.”
Greg pressed two fingers to his temple. “Carl, the point of this exercise is to bring the seniors on our side so that we can change the bylaws and make it less appealing to purchase a condo in the tower, thereby allowing us to purchase the remaining units. My plan does not work if you are actively participating with the enemy.”
“I did my part,” Liam said, leaning back in his chair. “I modeled nude at the still life drawing class.”
“What? No,” Greg barked. “I never said go that far. You’re supposed to make it tantalizing, not give them the whole buffet.”
“That wasn’t clear,” Liam said. “You need to be more specific on your evil plans.”
“It’s not an evil plan,” Greg corrected. “This is just business. It’s ruthless, yes, but Belle and her little investment firm are going to figure out pretty quickly that they do not have the stamina nor the wherewithal to survive in the cutthroat world of investing.”
My phone chimed with an incoming message from Tess.
I wanted it to be something along the lines of, “Last night was great.” But she was just confirming that she saw my note.
Dammit.
Being with her last night had been amazing.
The noises she had made, the way her pussy had felt, how she had shuddered and moaned my name when she had come—I had wanted to spend all night with her. I needed her.
I was only half listening to Greg rail at Mike for asking for another three million dollars for one of his hotel projects.
Greg’s ire swiveled to me. “Are you even paying attention?”
“We already know Mike is an idiot,” I said. My nerves felt a little frayed, and I was suddenly claustrophobic sitting in that conference room. “And if you’re so concerned about giving him three million for his hotel, then I’m not sure that you thought about what it really means to try and buy all these units out from under Belle.”
