Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Hello, Franks,” I say, greeting an investment banker out of Naperville who enjoys these little stolen moments without his wife, who is out with her own lover. He’s always looking for the next piece of ass while trying to rob people blind.
He tilts his head and sighs. “You need to lighten up because you act like a grumpy old fellow twice your age.”
“What did you want to talk about?” I’m not a fan of this asshole at all, but I’m not the one who handled the guest list, and it’s really about raising the money for unfortunate kids, a cause close to my heart.
“I was wondering if you were interested in some land investment opportunities.” I knew it. He wants a hand in my pocket.
“I’m not looking to expand my portfolio at the moment, but you can send information to my assistant.” That’s a true statement because I have enough to do with my security firm and private investments, tying up all my free time and brain power.
His eyes light up. “Speaking of your assistant—is she here tonight?”
“No, she isn’t.”
He stops looking around the room and focuses back on me with a frown. “How come you didn’t bring that delectable piece of arm candy with you?”
I shake my head because this is why she’s not invited to these events. I refuse to let her be treated like a piece of meat to these men. They’ll see her and think they can get away with it, and if she’s not willing to put up with it, she’ll be put in an awkward position. “She’s not arm candy and she’s not a part of the security team, so she has no reason to be here.”
I act as the host at first to help make the party lively when only a few guests are here, but it’s not long before half the guests arrive so after greeting some important dignitaries that have come, I head up above to the loft to watch the cameras and avoid the crowds.
Turning on the monitors, I walk over to the sideboard full of alcohol and pour myself a glass. Walking over to the seat that allows for a great view of the entire floor, I sit down and loosen my tie with a glass tumbler filled with an amber liquid and ice. I run it along my forehead, trying to stave off the headache building in the front of my head.
That’s when I spot her. My world stops on a fucking dime and all the noise in the room quiets except the sound of my heartbeat raging in my ears. It rings loudly as the blood pumps violently through my body and straight south. My dick jumps in my dress pants, tenting the expensive material. Adjusting the thickening rod so I don’t give everyone a show once I head down to claim her, I don’t take my eyes off the screen. I watch her like a hawk, wondering who she is and why she’s here where she’s not supposed to be. Although, I must say I’m not too upset by the sudden turn of events. As a matter of fact, I’m pleasantly surprised how pleased I am that she’s decided to sneak into my soiree.
Her brown hair hangs down in long curls, half of them pinned up, looking fashionable and like several other guests, but I want to see her neck where I’ll have my lips. I grunt, feeling wild with lust. She’s wearing a tiny black dress that barely covers her ass and her nice tits. Those spaghetti straps better hold that material up until we’re alone or I’m going to kill someone.
My interest piqued, I watch the scene unfold at the entrance, wondering if she’s aware of who I am. This party isn’t allowing any party crashers, and no one gets through my security. She’s not on the list, but she’s handing an invite to my security team. It’s a fake, and so are the IDs that they run under a scanner. I can tell from the code Danny has given James next to him.
It’s a slight gesture because everything is done with discretion so as to not cause a scene. Class and elegance are critical, at least until these fools get shitfaced, but then there are always handlers for these people that will assist them to their waiting cars to take them home or to their hotel rooms.
“Let them in,” I state into the mic. A slight frown begins to form on Danny’s face, but he adjusts it quickly.
“Yes, sir,” he utters for only me to hear.
“Have a good evening, ladies,” he says, knowing that the IDs have pulled everything even though the ladies have no idea they’ve been flagged. Hopefully those are their real names so I can run a report when I have a moment of free time. I could easily have my men do it, but this is too personal to me. It’s stupid and not safe at all, but one glimpse at the petite brunette with the determined look in her eyes, and I forget all my rules. Although, the truth will have to wait until I get to know her. I might just pull everything out of her myself, including multiple orgasms.