Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I let out another guffaw.
“Goddamn. A Snug Single. What the fuck is the world coming to? Adults sleeping in children’s beds. Seeking them out, even, for what? A hundred dollar discount?”
My second in command shook his head.
“Not even. Maybe fifteen percent off a standard, so a four hundred dollar night would be discounted to three hundred and forty bucks.”
I feel a migraine coming on, and close my eyes while pressing my fingers to my forehead, trying to quell the pressure in my skull. Snug Singles are obviously a fucking shitshow, but I’d be a fool to close the door based on my personal disdain. Not everyone is a billionaire with loads of cash to spare. As a result, I get up.
“Okay, let’s get this shit over with. Downstairs to meet the new interns, and then Blackwood Snug Singles. Fuck me.”
With that, Chris and I leave my office, taking the executive elevator to a conference room on a lower floor. With his hand on the door, my buddy turns to me.
“Ready?” he asks.
I grunt.
“Why not.”
Then, the slab swings open and it’s more of the same. There are a bunch of twenty-something’s milling about the spacious conference room. They look ridiculous, to be honest, like children in business suits. They’re fresh-faced and well-scrubbed, and one young man’s hair even seems to be slicked down with extra-strength Brylcreem, as if he’s ready for a class photo.
“Mr. Landry,” a middle-aged woman rushes over. “Hello, I’m Helena from HR. Thank you for coming to this welcome party for our summer interns. It’s just a small thing where we orient them to Excel Properties...”
The rest of her speech fades in my ears because I’ve just caught sight of a young woman who’s breathtakingly beautiful. In fact, I know her because it’s my ex-stepdaughter, Minnie. But what the fuck is Minnie doing here? She’s certainly dressed for the part, in a white button-down shirt which highlights her big bust, tucked into a slim-fit pencil skirt. Her blonde hair is tied back neatly into a low bun, and goddamn, but her lips are the perfect shade of pearly pink. I’d love to see that glossy mouth lapping along the veins of my cock. I’d love to see her on her knees, nude and lush, as she sucks teasingly at my aching balls, looking up at me with those innocent blue eyes.
But what the fuck is Minnie doing here? Faintly, I hear Helena speaking.
“This is Brandon, from Villanova. Brandon, would you like to say a few words about yourself?”
The Brylcreem boy practically bursts with excitement and opens his mouth for an introduction, but I don’t hear any of it. I think he says something about having a long-standing interest in multi-family housing, but I could be wrong. He could be reciting the dictionary, for all I know or care, and after a short smatter of applause, Helena smiles at Minnie.
“And this is Mary,” she says. “Mary, would you like to say a few words about yourself to the group?”
Minnie smiles sweetly.
“Actually, no one calls me Mary. It’s a name my mom gave me because she was close to her great-aunt, Mary Amelia. But I’ve never gone by either moniker because people have always called me Minnie.”
“That’s good to know,” Helena nods, scribbling a note on her clipboard. “And where do you go to school?”
Minnie smiles again, breathtakingly beautiful in her office-appropriate workwear. In fact, I already see quite a few of the young guns in the room appraising her curvy assets, as if getting ready to ask her on a date as soon as these goddamn introductions are over. What the fuck? This is literally their first day on premises.
They’re baby sharks, the voice in my head whispers. They want to be just like you, Brad, and who can blame them? Your stepdaughter is fucking H-O-T.
It’s true. I’d be doing the same in their shoes, but fortunately, I’m not in their shoes. I’m the fucking CEO of this place and there’s no way a band of Young Turks is going to move in and snatch the curvy girl from my grasp. Not if I have anything to do with it. But now, Minnie’s talking again, and I force myself to focus on her words as those luscious lips move.
“Well, I just finished my junior year at Evergreen, and I’m actually a journalism major, with a minor in rhetoric. But everyone knows that the newspaper industry is going down the tubes, and so I was lucky to land this position. I’m interested in marketing, and think that working for a big firm like Excel could help me develop my skills in this area.”
“Perfect,” Helena hums, nodding with approval. “Marketing is a huge part of the construction and development business, so you’re in the right place. Next. Rachel, is it? Please share a few tidbits about yourself.”