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The room is kind of swimming, kind of slipping back and forth like water sloshing in a bucket.
“Of course I remember you,” I mutter.
“And that’s my brother, Brock,” he continues. “Don’t worry. Lots of people can’t tell us apart. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not ashamed of anything!” I huff defensively.
Trey—the real Trey—looks me up and down slowly, his nostrils flaring like he’s trying to smell me from where he stands.
“That’s a good quality in a woman,” he says. “So, do you think I can get your name this time?”
“It’s Bunny,” Brock sighs, half asleep in his club chair with his cock hanging out. “Her name is Bunny and I really like her. We should hire her.”
I turn back toward Trey—the real one. He smirks amiably.
“Well, looks like you’re winning us all over, Bunny. Now we have just got to convince Spencer to give you the papers, and we’re good to go.”
“Really?” I choke out. The room is starting to swim and I think I’d like to take a nap on that pool table, more than just about anything.
“Really,” he confirms. “So, you want a room? Maybe a nap? I’d love to show off the hotel a bit.”
“You read my mind,” I confess.
“Seems like I’m pretty good at that,” he answers.
Chapter 6
Trey
As soon as I pass through the kitchen in my father’s penthouse apartment suite, I’m struck by a familiar sound. Slowing, I walk quietly into the parlor, gathering details in the dim light.
It’s early afternoon, and the light from the tall, nearly two-story windows streaks across the room like a living presence. Compared to the walnut paneling, the contrast is striking, almost blinding.
Oh, ho, ho! What have we here?
Brock is sprawled out on a club chair with his fly open and his head tipped back. His mouth lolls open as he moans shamelessly. Between his legs is a kneeling woman, bent over and sucking his cock like a real champ.
She uses both hands, twisting and pistoning them through the spit that drips down his dick. As she moves, I see her ass cheeks clenching and spreading, almost visible under that little skirt. As a matter of fact, I could probably walk right up there and take her from behind. Get the three of us going together, like the old days. Maybe she likes it in the ass, even. Maybe I could fuck her ass without ever even seeing her face.
Suddenly she turns toward me, opening one eye with her cheeks caved in and my brother’s wet cock gleaming from between her berry-pink lips. Her eyes go wide.
“Unnnnh….” he groans, “you’re gonna make me come!”
I only have a few moments to process this. Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing? That’s the woman from the plane, I’m certain of it. I recognize her bob haircut and those gigantic brown eyes. More importantly, I recognize that round, lithe ass. I recognize the fuck out of it.
But in a surprising show of personal mettle, she does not stop fellating Brock just because I’m here. That is some admirable dedication to a task. I am really impressed.
Brock comes with an animal groan, arching his back. He’ll be done in a few seconds, and I organize my thoughts. This must be the woman we’re interviewing for the nanny position. Good thing I didn’t know that on the plane; Royce would not have been cool with my fingers inside her.
What should I say to her? Play it cool? Definitely. Tease her about it? Well, I probably don’t know her that well yet. I would hate to scare her off at this point. She has piqued my interest, for sure.
His dick slips from her mouth with a slurp.
“Trey?” she says to him. “What is going on here?”
Oh, how delightful! She thinks that’s my dick in her mouth! Well, I’m touched.
