I’m doing it so Nana can plant as many flowers as she wants.
14
NATE
My body thrumswith unmet need that’s been near impossible to ignore since I left Piper. It’s too soon for more, but hell, I want it.
Badly.
I would have given anything to follow her into her apartment and force her on her knees to provide her with a lesson in Cock Sucking 101 and help relieve the extreme pressure in my balls. But this agreement isn’t about what I want. It’s about what Piper needs. And she’s got a lot to learn.
The drive back uptown to The Regent Hotel, where The Quattuor Group has its offices, was excruciatingly slow. Stepping off the elevator on the thirty-ninth floor, I flash my keycard at the electronic reader and then slip through a set of glass doors marked TQG, behind which is the deserted black-leather-clad reception area and another set of glass doors that open out onto a massive balcony and garden. This is where the QG offices are located, just a fewfloors below Indigo. Sometimes, late at night, you can hear the music from the club spilling down from the penthouse floor when you step out onto the balcony.
I loosen my tie as I stride through the echoing halls. Overhead motion lights come on as I make my way to my office, then unlock my door and go inside. This is a stupid time to call a meeting, but it ends up working in my favor with Piper. She thinks I’m out with someone else. The crestfallen look on her face when I left said it all. Which isn’t a good thing.
She needs to be reminded of the boundaries of this agreement.
Not that I enjoyed leaving her like that. Piper wasn’t the only one eager to go inside and pick up where we left off in the car. But I know better than to lose control of myself. Especially when I’m still training her.
This is her first lesson. The buildup and resulting disappointment are things she needs to get used to, because it’s going to happen a lot in her life. Maybe not at first. Whatever man she ends up with will consume her like the treat she is in the beginning. But then he’ll get bored and move on, keeping her firmly in her wifely role while he finds other hot little treats to snack on. Piper needs to learn how to handle this inevitability without nagging or confrontation or expecting any kind of explanation. Rich assholes like the one she’ll end up with don’t tolerate nags, and if she wants to keep her cushy trophy wife status, she needs to learn to look hot and keep her mouth shut.
Sitting a little too hard in my chair, I kick it back and run a hand over my mouth. Jesus, I can still taste her.Goosebumps lick my forearms as I recall how tight her hot cunt had been as I slipped my fingers into her. Her wetness had been so sweet on my fingers as I licked them clean. She’d drenched my hand, for fuck’s sake.
My cock twitches, reminding me that it’s ready for more.
More with Piper-Lily Barclay. Her lithe body splayed out on my bed, long dancer’s legs and firm thighs spread wide, her swollen center ready to take my cock while my hand wraps around the base of her throat to remind her of who she belongs to.
“I didn’t expect you to show up.”
Theo’s voice startles me from my thoughts. Sitting up with a jolt, I pull the chair forward with my legs and slide beneath the desk so he can’t see the bulge in my pants.
“I’m the CFO,” I snap. “Why wouldn’t I show up?”
He grins. “Because you’ve got a hot new toy to play with. I sure wouldn’t be here if I were you.”
“You’re not me.”
Our eyes meet and Theo puts his hands up in mock surrender. “You’re being a dick, so I’m going to assume the little training sessions aren’t going as well as you’d planned?”
Gesturing to the laptop tucked under Theo’s arm, I get up to pour a drink from the sideboard. It’s way past five, after all. “Get Sebastian on Zoom.”
Becker comes in just then and joins me in preparing a drink. He eyes me subtly as he scoops ice into a tumbler. “I heard your first date caused quite a stir.”
I scoff. “Where did you hear that already?”
Becker takes a sip of scotch. “You knew damn well that gossip would race like fire through the social circles the minute you stepped into that restaurant with Piper-Lily Barclay on your arm. She’s a fallen woman, and there’s nothing the media loves more.”
It’s true. And that was part of why I decided to do this in the first place. It will take very little effort on my part to make Piper a hot commodity.
Her name is already on everyone’s lips, even if it’s for all the wrong reasons right now. All I have to do is dress her up, take her to notable places, love her up to rub it in everyone’s faces what a damn fine woman she is, and voila—it’ll bring out the competitive drive in every male looking for a hot piece to make their own. Men love a challenge—it’s biologically hardwired into their brains—and the more I make Piper appear irresistible, the more people will forget about what her despicable father did, and the more desirable she’ll become in her own right.
“I know what I’m doing, Becker,” I say carelessly.
He frowns. “I hope so. There’s a lot of eyes on this game of yours. Fuck it up, and the scrutiny will never go away.”
That’s the flip side of the coin. He’s right, and at the end of the day, getting so publicly involved with Piper is a risk for all of us. If things don’t go the way I plan, it could be a real stain on our business.
Theo turns his laptop toward us, and Sebastian’s face appears on the screen. He’s running a hand through his messy hair and he’s clearly not wearing a shirt. We all gape at him.
