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Chapter One
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Poor guy, the now mature and older Payton O’Neal thought to herself as she peered through the racks of bras and panties on her lunch hour shopping trip. She was looking at a middle-aged man, and who was clearly unsure of where to go or what to do. She watched him as he tried to look at lingerie and, at the same time, pretend he was not really looking. Payton kept her gaze on him while mirroring each of his steps, unconsciously touching the panties that lay on the table in front of her. It was obvious he was not comfortable in the store and looked like he needed to be saved.
“Need some help?” Payton asked. One hand was on the table while the other hand contained a rainbow of colored strings that passed for panties.
The man looked at her with his bright green eyes and smiled, eyeing her and the handful of panties, he had the sexiest smile that she had seen in a while. Keeping hold of the undergarments was a good idea, she noted silently. He kept his slightly wavy brown hair gelled in a disheveled look. Very sexy, she thought to herself, while she continued to evaluate him. He was Hollywood good-looking; the way he held himself made it seem as if he did not realize he was a knockout, an eleven out of ten. She loved how his t-shirt clung to his body, like a tight adult-sized Batman costume might have. He had a strong presence that came naturally with his six-foot figure.
His answer interrupted her thoughts before her adventurous imagination could begin to go any further. “I am looking for a gift for my girlfriend.”
With her immediate thought being I could take her, she began to offer suggestions, holding them against her body so he could imagine what they would look like on. She couldn’t stop staring at this insanely gorgeous and fit man. His massive, muscular arms could easily do anything to her that she could dream up. She should have left things where they were, once she finished helping the gorgeous man get a gift, but she couldn’t. And she definitely did not.
Just as the saleslady was wrapping up his purchases, she pressed her chest against his back and slipped her card in the front of his jean pocket. She let her hand linger just a second longer than it needed to. “Call me,” Payton whispered against his ear. She left the store without a glance back and continued on with her shopping.
Payton was a real estate agent, successful enough that she warranted a personal assistant. She owned her own home—perks of the job, as she had nearly stolen the place. She considered herself successful, professionally and in life in general. She had hazel eyes and long, curly blonde hair that stole attention. Her boyish-slim figure came to her naturally, in part to running a couple of marathons a year, although she always thought her breasts could be bigger. But that is why they invented the push-up bra. At five-foot-eight she often was mistaken for a runway model. As tall as she was, she still considered herself short enough that she could get away with wearing heels on her many dates.
Her thoughts were still on the sexy man when she entered her office. “Payton, your clients are upstairs, waiting for you,” Shannon Hudson, Payton’s assistant, announced as she walked through the brightly lit, elegantly decorated entrance.
Walking by the oversized front desk, she was overwhelmed with the smell of perfume that Shannon constantly reapplied. Despite the constant scent, Shannon always had immaculate makeup and dressed professionally enough. Most days though, she had her twin girls out in full view, which was impossible for anyone to ignore. Underneath Shannon’s adult exterior, Payton could tell she was young and naïve. This reminded her so much of her younger self. She couldn’t help but have a soft spot for Shannon, and felt responsible to help her out.
With the alluring distraction of her shopping excursion, she had temporarily forgotten the meeting today. Pulling her thoughts away from Shannon’s ample breasts, she went over details of her potential new client. He would be her wealthiest client; if he liked her, that is. Dixon Taylor was his name; he had a reputation of buying and selling high-end homes. It was her little sister who suggested they meet.
When she opened the door Payton quickly greeted her client. “Hello, I’m Payton O’Neal.” Trying to stay on top of things she went to her desk to grab the file of properties she felt he could be interested in, before continuing. “So nice to meet you.” Payton reached over the desk to shake both of their hands while they introduced themselves to her. Upon sitting, her jaw nearly dropped—across from her was the gorgeous man from the lingerie store, and with him, a girl she presumed to be his girlfriend.
The girl’s name was Devon. She was cute but a little too tall, as she almost equaled Dixon’s height. It made her look lanky. Her brown hair had a light wave to it and she wore it down, almost untamed. Her bangs overshadowed her brown eyes, falling into her face and covering her cute-ish features.
Payton’s thoughts went immediately back to Dixon, why did this incredibly handsome man not have a supermodel girlfriend? Did he not realize he could have anyone he wanted? Eyeing him, she could see the outline of his large cock through his pants as they tightened once he sat down. This solidified her thoughts on him being a great catch. Shaking herself from these thoughts, she began her client assessment of what he was in the market for, in hopes there would be more moments for them to be together.
*
Payton sipped somewhite wine as she lay on Lilly’s bed, propped up on pillows on top of cool, dark burgundy silk sheets. “Lilly, go shave your legs; don’t be a prude.” Payton savored the sweet taste as the cold liquid slipped down her throat. Mmm, I love wine. Lilly refused to shave her legs whenever she went out on a first date, something about not wanting to go too far by accident. Payton really did not see what the fuss was about. Who cared if she ‘went too far’? It might do her some good and de-stress her a few levels. Anyway, it was a blind date, so it wasn’t like she had to see the guy again if she did not want to. Payton took another sip of her wine and thought back to this afternoon. The whole situation made her giggle.
“What are you smirking about?” Lilly asked, as she walked out of the bathroom, holding up two little dresses in front of her.
“Well, I met your referral—Dixon Taylor. I think I’m going to have sex with him.” Lilly rolled her eyes. Payton knew her sister did not approve of her antics and thought she was a little too easy-going. In reality, Payton was still considering the pros and cons of sleeping with Dixon. After all, she did have a career to keep in mind.
Payton pointed to the black dress Lilly was holding up against her half-naked, bronze-kissed skin. It was a sexy, black little thing that left lots to the imagination. It was an extremely flattering dress and Payton knew Lilly would look fabulous in it.
Lilly turned to the mirror on the bathroom door and held up the dress. She was beautiful in a girl-next-door way. They shared the same shade of blonde hair, but Lilly’s was straight and didn’t command the same presence as Payton’s did. She had the softest, most welcoming blue eyes that made her seem more approachable, even to strangers. The main difference between the girls, aside from personality, was their body type. Lilly’s womanly curves were accentuated by her significantly shorter stature. At five-foot-four she had a traditional mainstream appearance. She had boobs that Payton always wanted, although Payton would rather have her own tight ass compared to her sister’s. Not that she had a big one, but she definitely had one.
“It’s perfect,” Payton replied, as she poured herself another glass of wine.
*
Payton was takingDixon to an open house in one of the newest up-and-coming neighborhoods in Manhattan to view a larger than normal penthouse. It held considerable potential as an investment property, given the right amount of renovations. A selling feature not to be overlooked was its proximity to the Hudson River.
From the time of their initial meeting, she couldn’t help but feel an electrifying sexual tension between them. Even now, while driving to the open house, the static never left. This tension grew with intensity every time they met to look at another property. She had never tried not to sleep with anyone before, and was surprised how difficult it actually was.
As they spent more time together she got to know him significantly better. Lilly actually knew his girlfriend, which is how her name was passed to Dixon. Apparently, Devon and Lilly used to work together in a law firm a few years back.
Payton learned most of Dixon’s favorites, such as his preference for Starbucks Caramel Macchiato, a good bloody steak and watching his favorite team—the New York Giants. She felt almost sickened by how much she was starting to know about him. Every now and then she would be sidetracked by her active imagination and start picturing herself in his football jersey and nothing else. She would even have to ask him to repeat himself, and lie about trying to concentrate on the directions. It was pathetic. Once in a while she thought she would catch him eyeing her up, almost undressing her with his eyes, but then again, she probably just thought he was since she was undressing him in her mind. She would crumble at the little extra touches on the shoulder he would give her. Payton was starting to lose it. And all she wanted was for them to lose their clothes.
Finally, they arrived at their destination. There were quite a few people already inside. As they walked up the cement steps, the penthouse looked like it was going to be a diamond in the rough. Although the exterior resembled a shanty, the photos they had seen of the inside, along with the recent work done to the master suite, allowed them to easily picture a luxurious suite after all the renovations would be completed.
“This is the place,” Dixon whispered to her as they stepped into the entryway. “I need this place so I can turn it into a must-have penthouse.”
“Let me at least show you the place before you start a bidding war in here,” Payton whispered back. She didn’t want the listing realtor to know how much Dixon liked the place already. As Dixon and Payton walked through the penthouse they pretended to speculate on different items in the house. They rambled on about what they liked, what they hated and what they could do without. In reality, this house was heaven. Dixon could easily double his profits by flipping the place.
