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Brodie
I’ll be damned.
My auction date, Nara, had actually beaten me at my own game. I’d seen the text from her assistant when we’d been out for drinks, and it was clear the whole “emergency” thing was a set up. She’d needed an escape hatch in case I turned out to be a dud.
I can’t blame someone for planning for the worst, but damn. A true first.
I’d fallen victim to my own trick.
On the way to work that morning, I got a call from Trudy. The band that had rented all the top floor penthouses had party number one underway—so named because they never left it at just one party—and there were naked girls running around the halls. They’d been up all night long.
I was normally inclined to let them do what they wanted to on their rented floors out of sight of other guests, but it seemed one of the girls had given a bellman delivering food a blowjob in front of an audience.
One of the maids had seen it and ratted him out.
Personally, I didn’t care about the kid getting his dick sucked as long as everyone involved was a consenting adult. But when a party went beyond the confines of its rented space, I had to step in and make sure no one ended up naked in front of other guests, especially ones who were inclined to call the cops.
Sometimes, I was nothing more than a babysitter for rich, grown-up kids. But those overgrown brats spent a lot of money at my hotel, and they attracted people who spent even more.
Can’t live with them. Can’t live without them.
Accompanied by two of our beefiest hotel security men, I headed up to the penthouse to pay a visit to our latest rowdy guests.
After letting them know they needed to keep the party contained, everyone seemed happy. ’Course, the presence of the security guys helped keep negotiations friendly.
Hell, one of the guys from the band even offered me a line of coke. I didn’t take it—I’m not into that stuff—but I took that as a sign of skillful diplomacy. Everybody won.
As I returned to my office, Trudy said, “Brodie, one of the front desk girls was just up here looking for you.”
“What?” Needless to say, front desk staff did not spend much time in the management offices. “What did she want?”
Trudy raised an eyebrow and gave me one of those I wasn’t born yesterday looks. Shit, did she know about the blowjobs?
“I don’t know what she was doing up here, Brodie. And I don’t think I want to know.”
Busted.
“Yeah, well. We’ve flirted.” If you want to call it that…
“Do you want to find out what she wants? I’ll call her up here,” she said, hands on hips.
Trudy was all about the no-nonsense.
“Yeah. Okay.”
Not five minutes later, Sonya walked into my office. Damn, her hotel uniform looked good on her—snug enough to show off her great breasts, but tasteful enough for its purpose.
“Hi, Mr. Harcourt.” She blushed. Poor thing was nervous.
Funny, she was all confidence when my dick was in her mouth.
“You can call me Brodie, like I told you. What can I do for you?” I smiled to put her at ease.
She looked down. I wasn’t sure if the bashfulness was an act or the real thing.
She was shifting around on her feet, and she kept looking at me, then looking away. “Mr. Har—I mean Brodie, I was wondering if…I mean…you know, we could um, get together again?” She continued to avoid my gaze.
Her request was endearing. Seriously. And I considered it. I really did.
But I leaned forward, placing my elbows on the desk.
“Sonya, I enjoyed our playing. I did. You are a beautiful girl.”
Now she was looking at me. “But I, um, am seeing someone. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
Shit. Did I really just say that?
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