Page 14 of Sexy

“So you ignored me.”

“What do you want, Mr. Novak?”

“Well… I just… wanted to see if you liked that plan, that’s all. I really have been working on it in my spare time.”

“So you aspire to bigger things than taking your clothes off?” I wince, immediately regretting opening my mouth. Expect the unexpected, Tiffy. Isn’t that your motto? So why are you so pissed off that Fletcher Novak pulled the same stunt on you?

I just am. That’s all.

“Hmm,” is Fletcher’s only response to my outburst.

“I’m sorry,” I say, taking a deep breath. “That was not… appropriate.”

He’s silent for a moment. “That’s all right. At least you were honest.”

I roll my eyes before I can stop them.

“I try to be honest too.”

I huff out a laugh. “Right. You? Honest?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You, Fletcher Novak, are a player. You’re a bullshitter. You came into my meeting with your proposal when you knew damn well we were there to discuss you.”

“We did discuss me.”

“We were supposed to be discussing disciplinary actions! Not your dreams and aspirations.”

“What do you know about my dreams and aspirations?”

“You just laid them all out for me.”

“Now it’s my turn to laugh. I gave you a gift. A way to move this dinky little show forward.”

“And save your ass in the process,” I sneer.

“An entire business plan for exponential growth.”

“And I suppose you’d like to be one of the dancers who make it to Vegas? Right? You see your name in lights? You see money, and more slutty girls and one-night stands than you can count. That’s your dream, and I’ll tell you right now, my father might like your plan, but he will not like you.”

“Why not? What’ve I ever done to him?”

“You’re shady, and dishonest, and a cheat. He’s into integrity, Mr. Novak.” The doors open on my floor and I rush out, but Fletcher follows me. “What are you doing?” I say, whirling around to meet him face on.

“What’s your problem? Was it the kiss last night? Did you like it? Was it the fact that you grabbed my cock and realized you wanted it? And then you saw that I could have anyone and you felt insecure?”

“Ha! You wish. I’m so much better than you. Believe me, that kiss meant nothing. And your… your…”

“Cock,” he says with a smile and a wink.

“Was nothing…” And I run out of words because my mind is actually caught up in the size of his considerable… cock.

He laughs as the elevator doors close, leaving us in the hallway in front of my penthouse. He walks towards me, making me back up until my back is pressed against the door. “You liked it, Tiffy. You think I’m adorable.”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I think you’re a player. I think you lie to women, tell them what they want to hear to get your way. And it’s not going to work with me.”

“Lie to them? No. I don’t lie. I tell them nice things, sure. I make them feel special, yes. And you know why I do these things, Tiffy?”