up my sleeve, I’d planned a night she’d remember for a long time. Tyler would be proud of me.
Arriving early at the loft, I checked that Montana’s special gift was in place before I showered and changed into the black satin leisure pants I wore sitting low on my hips, fully aware that Montana couldn’t take her eyes off the deep V that cut into my groin. I was fucking proud of my toned body—I’d worked hard to get it into this shape, and even harder to stay fit and maintain it.
It was my job to please people, and I excelled at it. Call it a natural gift, but I usually managed to put most people—young and old, male and female—at ease in my presence. My fuck buddy was no different. I loved pleasing Montana, and seeing the admiration shine in her gorgeous blue eyes was my biggest reward.
Thrilled by a knock on the door precisely thirty minutes before Montana was due to arrive, I let the caterers in and led them upstairs to the rooftop terrace, watching as they quickly laid the table with the gourmet food I had ordered.
The open space was already filled with pink and white peonies in dozens of large glass vases scattered around the perimeter of the deck. I inhaled deeply, enjoying their sweet fragrance that filled the warm summer air. Soft lighting from the paper lanterns dangling overhead and the fairy lights wound around the trees in huge pots I had planted only a week ago added a whimsical touch.
I leaned against the wall, arms folded over my chest, and watched as a tall redhead who was in charge of the catering team lit the candles in the hurricane vases. She kept glancing at me, her curiosity clearly getting the better of her.
I made a mental note to thank my personal assistant for doing such an excellent job of organizing most of the decor. Wilson was the only other person on the planet who knew about my arrangement with Montana, and for the hefty salary I paid him, I expected him to carry my secret to the grave. I trusted him, but I was no fool; I’d made sure he was tied up with a watertight confidentiality agreement that if ever breached meant the man would pretty much never find another job in the USA. Yeah, maybe it was extreme, but I wasn’t taking chances.
“Thank you,” I said to the busty redhead as she gathered her team and sent them away to the van. “Your service has been excellent.”
She held out a business card, and as I took it, she laid a hand on my arm and smiled up at me, her dark brown eyes filled with lust and an invitation. “If your lucky date doesn’t arrive, that card has my personal number on it. Call me—I guarantee I can be of even better service.” She leaned in closer, brushing her tits against my chest, and spoke into my ear while her fingers ran down my chest. “Call me anyway. I’d love to play with your cock.”
I chuckled softly and read her card. Red Lancaster. Catering Manager .
Ballsy. Smoking hot. Definitely not shy.
If I didn’t already have a fuck buddy, she’d be great. But there was only one woman on my mind tonight, and I had to get rid of Red in the next five minutes or risk her bumping into Montana.
I removed her hand from where it had rested on my chest and was moving down toward my package. “Sorry, but my cock already has plans for tonight. You gotta get out of here. Now.”
Disappointment flitted across her face. She lifted her chin and met my gaze.
“There aren’t many men who turn my services down, you know. I hope she’s a good fuck and that she’s worth missing out on me.”
Wow. Talk about direct. I’d had many women flirt with me on a daily basis, but this one meant business. “Listen, sweetheart, this woman is worth every fucking second of my time, and she’ll be here any minute. You’ve done a great catering job, but I need you to leave now. I won’t be calling you any time soon.” I shrugged and handed the card back to her. “Just the way it is.”
“Your loss,” she hissed, crumpling the card in her fist
Arriving early at the loft, I checked that Montana’s special gift was in place before I showered and changed into the black satin leisure pants I wore sitting low on my hips, fully aware that Montana couldn’t take her eyes off the deep V that cut into my groin. I was fucking proud of my toned body—I’d worked hard to get it into this shape, and even harder to stay fit and maintain it.
It was my job to please people, and I excelled at it. Call it a natural gift, but I usually managed to put most people—young and old, male and female—at ease in my presence. My fuck buddy was no different. I loved pleasing Montana, and seeing the admiration shine in her gorgeous blue eyes was my biggest reward.
Thrilled by a knock on the door precisely thirty minutes before Montana was due to arrive, I let the caterers in and led them upstairs to the rooftop terrace, watching as they quickly laid the table with the gourmet food I had ordered.
The open space was already filled with pink and white peonies in dozens of large glass vases scattered around the perimeter of the deck. I inhaled deeply, enjoying their sweet fragrance that filled the warm summer air. Soft lighting from the paper lanterns dangling overhead and the fairy lights wound around the trees in huge pots I had planted only a week ago added a whimsical touch.
I leaned against the wall, arms folded over my chest, and watched as a tall redhead who was in charge of the catering team lit the candles in the hurricane vases. She kept glancing at me, her curiosity clearly getting the better of her.
I made a mental note to thank my personal assistant for doing such an excellent job of organizing most of the decor. Wilson was the only other person on the planet who knew about my arrangement with Montana, and for the hefty salary I paid him, I expected him to carry my secret to the grave. I trusted him, but I was no fool; I’d made sure he was tied up with a watertight confidentiality agreement that if ever breached meant the man would pretty much never find another job in the USA. Yeah, maybe it was extreme, but I wasn’t taking chances.
“Thank you,” I said to the busty redhead as she gathered her team and sent them away to the van. “Your service has been excellent.”
She held out a business card, and as I took it, she laid a hand on my arm and smiled up at me, her dark brown eyes filled with lust and an invitation. “If your lucky date doesn’t arrive, that card has my personal number on it. Call me—I guarantee I can be of even better service.” She leaned in closer, brushing her tits against my chest, and spoke into my ear while her fingers ran down my chest. “Call me anyway. I’d love to play with your cock.”
I chuckled softly and read her card. Red Lancaster. Catering Manager .
Ballsy. Smoking hot. Definitely not shy.
If I didn’t already have a fuck buddy, she’d be great. But there was only one woman on my mind tonight, and I had to get rid of Red in the next five minutes or risk her bumping into Montana.
I removed her hand from where it had rested on my chest and was moving down toward my package. “Sorry, but my cock already has plans for tonight. You gotta get out of here. Now.”
Disappointment flitted across her face. She lifted her chin and met my gaze.
“There aren’t many men who turn my services down, you know. I hope she’s a good fuck and that she’s worth missing out on me.”
Wow. Talk about direct. I’d had many women flirt with me on a daily basis, but this one meant business. “Listen, sweetheart, this woman is worth every fucking second of my time, and she’ll be here any minute. You’ve done a great catering job, but I need you to leave now. I won’t be calling you any time soon.” I shrugged and handed the card back to her. “Just the way it is.”
“Your loss,” she hissed, crumpling the card in her fist
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