I’m probably still off my tits, but it’s all good; luckily for me, the environment I work in is party central.
Filled with hot chicks, too.
I make my way to Dad's office, nodding at the travel agents who are here touring for the day.
“Ah, Blake! Say hello to our retail agents.”
I slow, turning to give a wide smile to the young women in tight uniforms.
They’re all licking their lips and gazing at me like I’m a steak.
Which I guess I am.
“Ladies, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I smile, my eye falling on the girl to the right, all tits and teeth.
She returns my gaze, looking up at me through thick, dark lashes.
Instantly I’m hard, and I try not to stare at her tanned legs.
Girls in travel are easy to get into bed.
They’re all up for a good time, and if you’re lucky, you can get more than one at a time.
This one doesn’t look like she shares well with others, though.
“Enjoy your tour.” I hold the girl's gaze, allowing my eyes to travel down her body slowly. She has to be twenty or twenty-one.
Nice.
“Keeley! Come on!” her colleague calls, and Keeley, my next fuck, looks at me helplessly.
“Are you at the conference party tonight?” she asks, her eyes practically misting over at the thought.
“Are you?” I flirt back, my trademark smirk making her flush deeply.
“Yes.”
“Then so am I.”
I wink at her, turning to my dad's office with a spring in my step.
Nothing prepares me for who is sitting across from him.
FIVE YEARS AGO:
I couldn’t stop staring at this girl.
First date nerves had her trembling, her mouth pursing together as she studied me.
“You’re beautiful, Danni.”
She had skin the color girls paid a fortune to get from bottles and mousey blonde-brown hair framing gorgeous green eyes. She blew me away.
“How many girls do you tell that to, Blake James?”
Give me that sass, Danni.
“Only the truly beautiful ones.”
