“Your sister, if she gets her arse back here.”
I cringe at his words. I know he’s only joking because Kat will not go near him with a ten-foot pole, but he still tries. He has been since we were teenagers.
Groaning, I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration, trying to get the image out of my head. “Do you have to say shit like that? I really don’t want to know about you wanting to fu*k my sister. And you can keep dreaming, because she’ll never let you near her.”
He chuckles in response because he loves to rile me up, but it’s not an image I’d like in my head while trying to concentrate on work. Or any other time for that matter.
“You tell me about your sex life all the time. I’m only returning the favor. Also, your sister would love to get a piece of me.”
Spinning my chair, I look out of the floor-to-ceiling windows and take in the view of Tower Bridge and the Thames. The sun is about to set and as usual I’m still in the fu*king office.
“I’m changing the subject because this conversation will force me to start drinking. Have you found my runaway princess? I need to find her, mate. She’s fu*king perfect.” I’m gushing like a fu*king teenager, but I need him to help me find her. We’ve been best friends for far too long and he knows me too well. There’s never been a woman I wanted that I didn’t get, and this one will be no different.
“Perfect?” He teases, “And that means you want to get inside her pants. I’ve had a look at our internal log. I’m guessing the woman you’re talking about may be my new agent. She starts tomorrow.”
It’s my turn to laugh. I should have walked up to her and claimed those beautiful lips with mine. But, if he’s right and she’s about to start a job at Ainsworth International, I’ll be seeing a lot more of her.
“Bennett, she’s fu*king exquisite.” I get another deep chuckle from my best friend. He knows what I’m like. I give in to temptation more often than not and he’s fueled my obsession dozens of times. When I lay eyes on a woman and want her, I’ll do everything I can to get her. Some might call me a stalker, but if she wants it, is that still wrong?
I love beautiful things. I surround myself with only priceless items and women are no different. I want something that’s going to entice and tempt me. And this woman did that with just one look.
“Are you telling me you’d want to perhaps play with her? Me and you?” Reading me like an open book, he’s the one and only friend I’d ever do this shit with. And he knows it too.
“Me and you,” I agree, no question about it. She’ll be perfect between us.
“First, I need to find her. If she’s going to be working for you, then you don’t have to include yourself in this. I know you don’t like mixing business with pleasure.”
He laughs loudly at that. It’s true. The man has had some beautiful women in and out of his office, but he’s never succumbed to delving into the delights at work. Whereas I’m not as restrained. If there’s a pert arse swaying around my office every day, there’s no mistaking I’ll have her bent over my desk pleading for more of my cock.
“I’m sure it’s here. When she starts tomorrow on a short six-month contract. I’ll be sure to let you know. I haven’t met her yet, but if you can tell me what she looks like, I’ll know.”
I nod. “Long brown hair, the color of black coffee. She had the most intense amethyst eyes, almost purple. Her body is incredible, curves and legs for days with tits I could easily stick my dick between.” Just talking about her has me solid steel behind my zipper. She won’t know what hit her because I’ll find her, and when I do, I’ll make sure to enjoy every inch of her beautiful body.
“Then it sounds like we have ourselves a pretty new toy to play with. If she’s as gorgeous as you say, I’ll be dipping my fingers into that soon enough, Cart. As long as you’re happy for me to join.”
I nod, but I know he can’t see me. It will be perfect. We’ll enjoy her while she’s here and when she leaves, we’ll move on.
“Sounds good. Do you want to come over to my place tonight? My father bought me a bottle of Macallan Lalique 62-Year-Old Single Malt Whisky that needs to be opened.” The old man gave me the almost fifty-thousand-dollar bottle as a gift of welcome into the hierarchy of the company, since he’ll be stepping down and only have a say in board meetings. I’m pretty much running everything.
“It’s Wednesday. I have an early morning meeting and then my new agent starting tomorrow and I need to have my head on straight. How about we crack it after the meeting on Friday? This lass is meant to be brilliant at her job, so I’m sure I’ll be celebrating.”
“We’ll definitely be celebrating with her on Friday. Perhaps she’ll be up for a few body shots. I can only imagine how delicious the Scotch will taste while dripping down her clit.” We both guffaw at that and I’m sure the memory of our previous girl flits through his mind the same time it does mine.
The lights of the city below flicker on and I lean back, listening to his huff. My friend loves women. Lots of them. That’s why I’ll never allow him near my sister, or she’ll never allow him near her.
We’ve practically grown up together and he’s hit on Kat ever since she grew a pair of tits. Even though she’s turned him down numerous times over the years he’s never given up. We’re both in our mid-thirties and my baby sister—at least she is to me—is about to turn thirty.
Bennett has staying power; I’ll give him that. But as soon as he knows we’re about to have a woman between us, he moves on. Something about it tells me he’s just messing with her, but then again, my best friend can be an arsehole when he wants it. I wonder if there’ll ever be a woman who’ll put him in his place and steal his heart.
“I need to go and finish up here before I head home. All the paperwork I had to do for this new girl is starting to get to me. I need a new assistant as well. Your sister wouldn’t need a job, would she?”
“Jesus, Ainsworth, get off it. I’ll see you Friday. My folks are off to Italy for their mini vacation. I’d like to be balls deep in our mystery woman by Friday night, so make it happen.”
“Sometimes you can overreact about things, but if she’s hot, I’ll definitely want a piece of the action too,” he quips back easily in his thick Northern accent.
“fu*k off, I do not overreact. When your cock is hard as fu*k when you lay your eyes on her tomorrow, then you’ll be apologizing to me in earnest,” I bite back.
He chuckles before hanging up.
Shutting my computer off, I grab my phone and briefcase and head to the parking garage. My charcoal Aston Martin is one of my favorite possessions.
Sleek, sexy, and purrs when I touch her.
Soon enough that beautiful stranger will be mine.
And she’ll purr when my fingers roam her curves.
Ella