And I remind her of her cushy past.
"It's six." Lola stands at my doorway.
I lean back in my chair and put on my smuggest smile. "And?"
"What do you mean, and?"
"Did you want a tour of the floor?"
Her eyes narrow, and she doesn't step foot into the office. "No. I have seen the executive bathroom for guests and the crappy one for me."
I snap my fingers. "Let me guess. You use the executive one."
"No one else does." The hint of acid in her voice does my soul good.
"What about the conference room?"
She looks at me with loathing and a spark of lust I tuck away. A spark that makes my dick twitch, and I wonder if I can get her to the point of acting out a boss/secretary fantasy. It would require her to wear a short ass skirt, stockings, sky-high stilettos, fake glasses, a bun, and a white shirt with no bra.
I would have her take notes. And some cum down her throat would be nice. Maybe up her ass or her cunt as I drill her on the desk.
It is pretty fucking basic as far as fantasies go, not imaginative in the least, but I'm not planning on doing it, just using it to amuse myself with.
Still...
Yeah, I would do it if I could.
Right now, though, I think she might want me as much as she loathes me. And she would run screaming if it happened.
"I have seen it. And the cigar lounge?—"
"I think it is meant to be for private meetings. Or reading." I have wondered about that room myself. "There's the bedroom..."
"Should I throw up on you now or later?" she asks, sweetly.
I laugh. "Maybe Louie had a lot of late nights?"
"It's a waste of money."
"Lola, Louie comes from a lot of old money. Who knows what he was thinking?"
One thing is for certain, I'm never touching that bed or room. Not without a forensics cleaning team going in first.
I'm not one for getting precious about such shit. But I know Louie. I know the kind of things he gets up to. Or did.
Actually, escorts might be another reason he had personal money issues.
Or not escorts—they are usually professional—but the kind of girls who will sleep with him want a lot spent on them. So...
Louie is an idiot.
Lola doesn't move from her spot. "I don't want a tour or anything. And definitely not a bedroom."
"Then why did you come and tell me the time?"
"It's past home time."
"Go." I motion for her to leave the room, my cock harder still because there is something fucking hot about her annoyance and primness that strokes me the right way.
