“The only inkling is in your pants,Junior.See you next week,” I growl and walk away.Even I can acknowledge that was a weak comeback.
Fucking Vanguard.
The urge to pull out my phone and demand Courtney tell me everything is overwhelming.Instead, I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray.
Cristal.God, I can’t stand the stuff.
Too bad.I toss back half the glass in one gulp.
Spotting some colleagues, I join them and talk shop for a while, knowing my friends will notice my irritation and demand an explanation.I’m not in the mood.Downing the horrible bubbly stuff and listening to how great I am is much more enjoyable.
Fucking Vanguard.
And goddamn Courtney.If withholding important information means we can’t secure her a successful settlement, it will reflect on me.I can’t have that.
She needs to tell me everything.
And stop wearing those floaty, sheer blouses.
And tight skirts.
And taking off her shoes.
And wearing her hair up.
Can I dictate a dress code for clients?I’ll have an associate research that on Monday.
My reaction to this woman is unreasonable.There are thousands of gorgeous women in Manhattan.Tall, short, curvy, slim, white, black...whatever.Being a good-looking man in my early thirties—wealthy, influential, and I spend a decent amount of time in the gym taking care of my body—it’s rare that someone I’m attracted to doesn’t reciprocate.
My best friend owns a sex club.
Hate to say it, but women are on tap.
Yeah, that’s not classy...but it's still true.
So why the hell does the thought of walking up behind Courtney Blackmore, tugging up her skirt and finding her pussy bare make me hard as fuck?
In the past, clients have simply been a hard pass.
No, thank you.
Click the little x in the corner of the screen.
Close window.
Ctrl Alt Delete.
Reboot my dick.
With Courtney Blackmore, I can’t seem to—
Are you kidding me?
I lower my flute and stare across the room where a redhead in a tight as hell, sexy red dress is chatting to Jeremy Gotty, the City Comptroller.He directs the city’s fiscal policy and audits.
The hell?
That redhead is my client.
