Page 60 of Becoming His Mistress

I need to get a grip.

Mr. Conti is married, and my brain is blurring lines between us all on its own. I don’t know why or how, but it is, and I know better than that.

Although, to be honest, me wanting him alone could just be because I like how Mr. C and I move around each other. We don’t demand each other’s attention and he’s always happy for me to do my own thing so long as I do my job. Whereas Robert can be insufferable. He drives me insane.

I start clicking my pen in sixes until Mr. Conti takes it from my hand and puts it in his pocket.

I rest back, rubbing my thighs with my hands, listening to the men practice their pitches on each other. Normally I do this with Mr. C but he’s found a replacement for this trip.

When Ezra heads to the restroom, Robert stares at me, smiling wryly.

“So,” Robert directs at me. “Tell me… what happened to you to make you super-hot all of a sudden?”

I blink slowly at him. I cannot believe he just said that.

“Does speaking like that to women really get you laid?”

“For the most part, yep.” He’s so unfazed by everything and anything, including my ire towards him. “Some women dig the attitude.”

“Not me,” I reply, my tone strong and firm. “Stop speaking to me like I’m beneath you because I have a vagina.”

“What if I want you beneath me because you have a vagina?”

“You’re gross.”

“Nah, I’m just forward. You’re single, I’m single… we’re spending two nights in the same hotel.”

I smile flatly at him. “I’d rather set myself on fire.”

“Baby, I could totally do that for you,” he jests, and I find my lips twitching because I totally lined that up for him. “See? I’m charming and funny, who can resist?”

“Stop talking.”

His smile broadens, showing slightly crooked front teeth which only add to his charm. I can see why the ladies fancy him. It’s a shame I don’t. I imagine he’d do a great one-night stand. He’s got the type of arrogance where you just know they’re good in bed and it’s not just for show until the shit finale.

“Everything alright?” Mr. C asks, his eyes flickering between us when he makes his approach and slides past me to reclaim his seat.

“Just working things out with Rose,” Robert replies, grinning, his eyes still on me. “She’s offered me her room for the night.”

“Ewww,” I respond and cringe smile. “I’d rather eat my uterus than let you anywhere near it.”

Mr. C laughs and yanks on my dark braid. “Good girl.” He then glares at his friend. “What did we talk about?”

Robert, still smiling, sits back and stares at me some more. Not in a creepy way, just a forward way. I know that if I told him to back off and meant it, he would. But there’s something about this situation that entices me. Maybe a fuck you to Pax. Maybe even a fuck you to Mr. C.

Maybe I should consider his offer, it might help me sleep tonight.

“Anybody else hungry?” Robert asks and we all nod our heads in tandem.

We wait, Robert and me, outside of the room where Mr. C is now discussing business with Hiro, the head of Denki No Corp.

They’ve done their pitch, we’ve given them the tour, I’ve answered any questions Rob and Ezra couldn’t, and now we wait.

It’s so nerve wracking.

If Mr. Conti gets this contract it’ll mean so much for the future of this company and solar energy in general. We’re talking solar phone screens, solar cars, solar houses… solar everything. The more people buy and the more the tech is made, the cheaper the products become and the more widespread they will be used. The less of a negative footprint on the world. We’ll be one step closer to stopping the increase of pollution.

I know how much this means to Mr. C.

To everyone in the company.

We all hold our breath when the door opens and Hiro walks out, talking on the phone. His team of people say something, Hiro replies, and they all cheer.

They bid us goodbye and I’m terrified because Mr. C hasn’t come out of the boardroom yet.

Is this bad news?

When they’re gone, I creep inside with Robert hot on my heels.

Mr. C is sitting on the table edge, gripping it with both hands, his head hanging forward.

Oh shit.

“Hey,” Robert starts, squeezing Ezra’s shoulder. “Next time we——”

“We got it,” Mr. C says, slowly looking up and finding my eyes. My heart starts to accelerate, adrenaline pumps through my veins. “We got the contract.”

“What?” I breathe, feeling my mouth fall open and stay open.

“Fuck me,” Robert whispers.

Mr. C hugs me with his arms under mine and around my back. He spins me twice, drops me and cups my cheeks. “WE FUCKING GOT IT!”

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