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“At least two black, one white, one red. I don’t care about the rest.”
“Thank you. Pastels are okay, too?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like me to send some photos beforehand?”
“I trust your judgment. Have them sent to my office building downtown, you have the address. The receiver is Imogen Anderson.”
“Thank you, Mr. Petrov. I’ll have these sent to your office by five.”
“Very good.” I hang up.
Fuck. I can’t wait to see her face when the box shows up.
I also can’t wait to see her hot little body when she has one of those sets on.
My dick stirs at the thought as I dial into my teleconference call.
I’ve no idea how I got myself into this fucking mess, and now I’ve no way of getting out of it.
I stare at Imogen as she crosses the restaurant toward me.
She’s wearing a long jumpsuit and I stare at her jiggling tits, realizing she may have one of my outfits on under there.
Time didn’t permit to talk to her after we met at the store and Doris showed her around. Like everything around here, it’s a work in progress.
I didn’t get a good look at her face when her giant sized box arrived this afternoon. I hide my smirk when I imagine Doris asking her what it was.
Luckily for both of us Doris is buried under paperwork longer than my cock.
Imogen is well-bred and polite, she sent me a text message saying:
You’re too extravagant, Mr. Petrov. Ty x
I didn’t reply. I want her to feel the same kind of frustration I’ve been feeling this entire fucking day. I want this meeting to be over so I can take her up to my apartment and fuck her on every surface imaginable.
Her eyes meet mine as she approaches and I stand, ready to hold out the seat next to me.
I’ve made sure I kept the seat vacant.
Morgan and Johans are already seated, talking about their strategy for tomorrow, and Doris is running late.
“Miss Anderson,” I say as she approaches. My hand is on the small of her back as Johans half stands in greeting. “These are my associates, Morgan and Johans, from the New York office.”
She smiles, holding her hand out to shake theirs like the good mannered girl I know she can be.
“Charmed,” Johans says. I stare at his hand, laced in hers, and anger flashes between my eyes.
“Nice to meet you,” she replies sweetly. She greets Morgan as they also shake hands.
“Nothing like being thrown in the deep end.” Johans gives her a wink and I want to choke him.
“Morgan, won’t you tell Imogen all about what we’ve been planning for the new store? Morgan has a lot of experience in the field. You will learn a lot from her,” I say.
I see the tight smile on Imogen’s face suddenly and I immediately know she thinks Morgan and I have fucked.
We haven’t. Not only is she not my type, and an associate who I trust, but she’s also a lesbian.
