Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
This girl has me shaken. That never happens.
“Special? Of course it is.”
Julia inches herself up in the chair. She’s waiting to find out what this gem holds that would intrigue her clients. But my instincts also tell me that beyond all this questioning and business shit, this girl is sitting in a puddle over me.
I know, I know, who could blame her?
But I don’t have the patience to play these little high school games.
“Look. I have a meeting with my assistant right about now. If you would like to make an appointment to see me, I am sure she can get you in. Spencer, please show Julia to the front and introduce her to Rachel before sending her to me.”
Before she can throw me off my game any more than she has, I stand, brush my hands down over my five-thousand-dollar suit, and exit out the side door to my personal washroom.
This woman has my dick throbbing. I could have fucked her right there, and Spencer would probably even join, but I didn’t.
I would say I showed a lot of self-control. More than most, don’t you think?
Chapter 7
Derek
“New York City is nothing like home. London is the place that will always hold my heart—though I must say, the birds are quite attractive here in America,” I say with a wink. “Of course, I don’t mean your local fowl.”
I laugh, and the woman across the desk smiles as she finishes taking down the information I’ve provided. The comely lass here is a journalist doing a piece on entrepreneurs or something. I couldn’t resist the chance to sit down with her lovely smile.
“You look quite lovely yourself. Would you care to join me for drinks later?” My English accent thickens as I speak—on purpose. I’ve noticed the girls in America just melt over it.
Of course I see the ring on her finger, but really, when has that stopped me? I love the birds; can’t help myself when there’s a pretty one in my presence.
She turns me down with a slight blush, and I’m more than gentlemanly enough to let it lie. She leaves promptly after she gets the story about my lodge in Colorado and a few pictures of the office. It seems I am going to be named one of the United Kingdom’s hottest bachelors of the year.
Again.
I’m moving towards the door, slipping on the trench coat, when there’s another knock. I assume it’s the reporter again, coming back with a changed mind, but instead, Spencer peeks his head in the door.
“Hey, dude, I have a friend of Nicole’s here to see you. She already met with Xane, and now it’s your turn.”
The mention of the name Nicole makes my dick hard instantly. She was getting a serious shagging last I saw her. Quite the little minx, if I do say so myself.
“Well, bring the lass in. I was just on my way for a bite out, but it can wait for a friend of Nicole’s.”
One look at this woman, and I know that she is all class. Not like the little tramps that I usually have in for a quick throw—not my favorite, but a hard cock needs taken care of the right way, and American girls like that usually have an idea what they’re doing.
“Come in then, love. Have a seat. Can I get you a drink?”
I don’t wait for her to respond before grabbing a pair of glasses, tossing some ice cubes in the bottom of each.
“Scotch?” I ask, still not waiting for a response. It’s my drink of choice. “I guess I should let you choose, but then again, one could wait all day for a woman to pick.”
We all laugh at that line. I mean no harm, of course. I planned on going for a rub down during my outing, but my dick’s too hard for that now.
Spencer amuses himself with the pendulum balls on my desk. He has never been able to come in here without playing with them. I’d buy him one for his office, but that place is in such a state of disarray that they would only get lost in the clutter.
“Oh, yeah, this is Julia. The friend of Nicole’s.” Spencer never looks up from the small silver balls that are now bouncing from side to side. “She owns some travel agency here in the city. Wants to find out about our resorts and the business.”
I hand her the drink, still taking in her beauty. I wonder if she notices that I have already undressed her with a single glance.
“Lass, has anyone told you today how lovely you are?”
I flirt too much. I’m told that more times than not, but I suppose I’m a geezer who likes the ladies.
Julia’s cheeks redden when she receives the compliment. “I appreciate it, but I’m here for business, not pleasure.”