Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Well, I stopped by his office.”
“Do you know him?” He kept firing back with a million questions.
“No. I was trying to find information about…what he likes to spend his money on. He gave me your card and told me to call you.”
“So you barged into his office and asked him to take your virginity?” he asked incredulously.
“Well…not in those words.”
“That must have pissed him off. His office is a place for business—not his kinks.”
“Yeah…I realize that now.” I sat on the couch and drank my wine, the cheap kind that cost five bucks for a whole box. “Anyway, now that I have you on the phone, what do I need to know?”
“You don’t need to know anything. Text me a picture of yourself along with your name. If Slate approves, I’ll contact you.”
“Approves?” Was I livestock in a fair contest?
“Yes. He doesn’t take just anyone, and I’m guessing he may not be inclined to take you after you barged into his office this afternoon.”
“His secretary was a bitch, alright?”
“The blonde one?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“I know exactly who you’re talking about,” he said with a chuckle. “So send me a picture. If he likes what he sees, I’ll arrange a dinner.”
“Dinner?” Why did we need to have dinner?
“Mr. Remington likes to make sure there’s chemistry first.”
“Wow, he really is picky.”
“You have no idea, sweetheart.”
“It doesn’t need to be a nude picture, right?”
“It doesn’t hurt.” He hung up.
3
Slate
A woman had never barged into my office like that.
And looked so lost.
She had no idea what she was doing, had no idea how this process worked, and she looked like a deer in headlights.
But she was stunning.
Her tight pencil skirt showed her exceptionally narrow waist, and her long legs were tanned, like she jogged in the park on Saturday afternoons. She had a slim waist and generous tits. She wasn’t a C cup, but her tits were proportionally big compared to her waistline. She had soft shoulders, a pretty collarbone, and deep brunette hair.
Perfect ten.
I might have negotiated with her on the spot if she hadn’t pissed me off.
She’d barged in there like she could do whatever she wanted, and I didn’t like an arrogant woman. I was already an insanely arrogant man. There wasn’t room for two of us.
I was in my penthouse when Max called me. “So, a crazy one stopped by your office?”
I set the phone on the sound system so I could hear him throughout the living room. I headed to the bar to make myself a drink. After working all day and hitting the gym, I was in my sweatpants, and all I wanted was a glass of booze in my hand. “She wasn’t crazy. Just stupid.”
“Same thing if you ask me. I just sent you her picture. She’s not nude, so maybe she doesn’t want the gig that bad.”
I added a few ice cubes then walked back to my phone. I opened the message and clicked on the picture. It was a selfie she took of herself, and since she wore the same outfit she had on earlier, she must have snapped it the second she got home. “Or because I’ve already seen her in person.”
“She can’t expect you to remember.”
I definitely remembered.
“So, what’s your take?”
I sat on the couch and finally took a drink, letting the liquid drip down my throat. If someone else stormed into my office like that, they would forfeit their chance. But she was too beautiful for me to reject. I bedded beautiful women all the time, and my obsession had become a sickness. I loved to watch them cry, loved to watch them struggle to take my big dick. Not only did I break them in, but I ruined all other men for them. “I’ll have dinner with her.”
“Really?” he asked in surprise. “I thought you were going to say no.”
“We’ll have dinner first and see what happens.” I put my feet on the coffee table then turned on the TV. My penthouse was the entire top floor of my building, so I had 7,000 square feet to myself. It could get quiet sometimes, but I loved the quiet. I loved the solitude. “Arrange it.”
“Whatever you say, boss.”
4
Monroe
I was meeting Slate at a fancy place, so I wore a cocktail dress I’d bought five years ago. Thankfully, I’d stayed the same size because I couldn’t afford enough food to make me gain weight. My heels were also old, but after a good shine, they looked as good as new. I put some cheap earrings in my lobes, grabbed my clutch, and then left the apartment.
I was so nervous.
I wouldn’t be sleeping with him tonight. It was just a meeting, not any different from a job interview.
Except, in this case, I was applying to be fucked.
For the first time.
After the awkward conversation in his office, I was surprised he even agreed to dinner with me. Most women probably sent provocative photos of themselves in white panties, but I refused to do that. He’d already seen me in person, so a dirty pic wouldn’t make a difference.