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Vince had no idea what he was agreeing to but he knew it was the easiest way to get his receptionist to go away. He could only deal with one thing at a time and work was getting pushed to the back burner.
“She’s on line one,” the receptionist stated before turning on her heels and leaving his office.
Vince’s eyes snapped to her ass, round and perfect in her tight pencil skirt. Line one, he thought. Someone’s on the phone.
He picked up the receiver and wedged it between his ear and shoulder, leaning back in his chair and watching as Jenna walked down the hallway, her calves tight and muscular in her six-inch heels.
“Vince Bugatti,” he answered.
“Hello,” a breathy voice replied. “Mr. Bugatti, thank you so much for taking my call.”
“No problem,” he muttered. “How can I help you?” He didn’t recognize the voice. He sat, waiting, trying to keep his mind focused on the phone call.
“I’m currently studying architecture,” the female voice said, sounding so sweet it made Vince wince. “I would love it if you could help me with my project. You’re the most talented architect I’ve ever read about and I’d just love it if I could maybe have a meeting with you or …”
“My schedule is very busy. I have a lot on my plate right now. I don’t think I’ll be able to help. Perhaps a more junior architect in my firm will do?”
The girl sighed. Vince could almost feel the disappointment radiating through the phone.
“No,” she said. “It has to be you, sir.”
Something tickled in the back of his brain; some small piece of recognition. Had he heard this voice before? Vince didn’t know where he would have possibly met this girl before, but he couldn’t be sure. There was something so familiar about her voice, something tangible that was just out of reach. Damnit, he thought. If my mind wasn’t so messed up then maybe I would know who this kid is.
But his mind wasn’t going to play ball. The images started to come back, slowly at first. Trickling in, one by one. The image of that girl, Claire, standing in his bathroom as she touched herself. The V between her legs, shaven and pink and perfect. His pants tightened around the crotch as blood rushed.
“Please, sir,” the girl continued. “I really have to get this project done soon and no one will meet with me. I just need ten minutes of your time. If I could just come down to your office and—”
Vince had lost his focus. Her words blurred together in a mindless stream of sounds. He couldn’t have repeated a single word she had said. He was gone, lost in his thoughts, desperately thinking about Claire’s young, tight cunny. How it would feel to plunge inside her, how it would taste. The way her petite body would shiver and quiver with every touch.
“Look, I really have to go,” Vince said curtly. He didn’t have to go. He was just too distracted to hold a conversation. What he really needed was a good, long romp with his wife. He needed to see his seed all around her mouth, sliding down her throat. That would rid him of the thoughts of the damned teenager.
“Please, Mr. Bugatti,” the girl said, clearly desperate and on the verge of tears. “Please, I just need ten minutes of your time.”
Vince ground his teeth together. “I’m going to dinner in twenty minutes,” he said. “Meet me at the restaurant and I’ll give you some time.” He pressed the button on his phone, returning the call to his receptionist, then immediately got up from his desk and wrapped his coat around his shoulders. Without thinking, he walked out of the office for the night. He’d been trapped in that room for well over ten hours and he was glad to finally be out. He could finally breathe again. His thoughts had been bouncing off the walls and jumping straight back into his head.
As soon as he stepped out into the fresh air, he felt so much better. The weight on his shoulders lifted and a light feeling came into his chest, letting his heart beat without feeling like it was going to go into arrest.
He walked briskly, making his way into the city. There was no point getting a cab, the restaurant he had reservations at was just around the corner.
Vince had been waiting months for this night. He was supposed to spend it with his wife, wining and dining her before bringing her home to bed. But, of course, life had taken a different course. Now he was spending the evening alone, eating alone, going to bed alone.
There was only one thing he could do: drink himself into a stupor.
He arrived at the restaurant early and seated himself at the bar, making sure to start his drinking as soon as he could. Once his whiskey was in front of him, the ice slowly melting in the glass, he shrugged off his coat and sat hunched over the bar, twisting the glass around mindlessly with his fingers.
How the hell was he going to dig himself out of this hole? How was he going to dig his wife out of the hole? Surely he could find the girl, tell her to get lost and show his wife that the only person he wanted in the world was her. Was that true though? He wasn’t sure. He knew he never wanted to lose Lorelei. He loved her more than life itself. But still, the passion was there. The fire. The burning desire to take that teenager, bend her over, and bang her harder than she’d ever been banged in her life. Vince could hear the sound of his skin slapping against hers; he could feel his engorged shaft pumping into her tight little hole; he could smell her wetness, the faint scent of arousal filling his nostrils.
He closed his eyes and desperately tried to push the thoughts away. Beneath the bar, he was starting to grow in his pants. He needed to stop. He needed to stop thinking about that stupid girl.
Two whiskeys later, he was seated at his table. It was romantic, tucked into the corner with candles and flowers. Even the tablecloth was a light shade of red, making everything feel so passionate.
Lorelei should be here, he thought.
He pulled out his cell phone and called her. The line just kept ringing, over and over. Lorelei wasn’t going to answer his call. He hung up then downed the rest of his whiskey. He turned his attention to the menu.
“Excuse me,” a deep voice said from behind him. “There’s a woman here to see you.”
Without looking over his shoulder at the man, he nodded and waved his hand for her to come up to the table. Vince knew this would only take a minute, so he put his menu down and waited for the girl.
