Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“Good morning.” She smiles. “I’m Alora from Sorenson Antiques and this is our morning run-through of our store. This arrived yesterday and isn’t she beautiful.” She runs her hand over the double doors as my breath catches.
“This is a Baroque armoire, circa early seventeen hundreds.” She points to the carved details and my eyes drop down her body, even only onscreen every inch of me is entranced. “As you can see it has beautiful craftmanship, fully hand-carved cherubs and detailing around the edges.”
She smiles and catches her bottom lip in her teeth and I feel it all the way to the tip of my cock.
Fuck….
My heartbeat the only sound I hear.
I sit forward in my chair, mesmerized.
“This armoire has been in the one family for many generations and is in perfect condition.” She opens the doors and drawers. “The lock has both solid brass keys still working. Have a beautiful day everyone, au revoir.”
“We’re about to land in Vegas, sir.” The flight attendant interrupts my thoughts as she walks up the aisle of my plane.
“Thank you.”
Just one more….
I scroll through her Instagram business page and click on another video.
I’m sick, I know it. But like an addiction I need to feed, I can’t stop myself from watching these over and over again.
Hearing Alora Sorenson say good morning is my new obsession.
I’ll stop tomorrow….
“Ban him.” I turn back to my computer.
“Sir,” Belinda stammers. “He’s a whale, we can’t just ban him.”
“I just did.” I hit send on my email.
“He spends millions here every year.”
“And yet he treats our staff like shit. He’s out, I warned him last month, this is it.”
She shakes her head. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow when we are fresh.”
“Let’s not.” I turn back to my computer.
“Why are you still here?”
I glance up at her. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve been here since 9 a.m. this morning.”
“And?”
“It’s 2 a.m. and you’re still working?”
I glance at my watch. “Fuck.” I look around. “Where are my boys?”
“Outside your office.” Belinda folds her arms as if unimpressed. “Like always.”
“I work them too hard.” I sigh.
“I know.”
I stand and call downstairs. “Niall.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Send your six best girls up to my office, please.”
“Yes, of course. For you, sir?”
“For my guards.”
“Yes, Mr. Prescott.”
I hang up. “I’m leaving now. You go home too, Belinda. Thank you for today.”
She gives me a lopsided smile. “You work yourself way too hard too, you know?”
“You don’t need to worry about me, I’m fine.” I begin to close down my computer.
“How long are you here for?” she asks.
“Until I get everything I need done. Probably until the end of the week.”
She watches me for a moment. “Why don’t you let off some steam and take those girls for yourself?”
“They have nothing I want.”
Knock, knock.
“Come in,” I call.
Six beautiful women dressed in evening dresses appear, looking like walking wet dreams, curvy and glamorous. “You called for us, sir?” They smile hopefully.
“Yes, please come in.” I smile, my eyes drop down their heavenly bodies as they walk past me.
Delicious.
I open the door on the other side of my office that leads out to reception. “Boys.”
They glance up. “Come in here, please.”
They walk into my office and their eyes linger on the women. “Hello.” They nod politely.
“I lost track of time and I’ve worked you too hard today.” I gesture to the girls.
“Each pick two of these beautiful women and retire for the night. Late start tomorrow.”
Their eyes flick to me and then back to the girls.
“Hurry before I take them all myself.” I sigh.
“Unnecessary, sir,” Philippe replies.
“But enjoyable just the same.” I raise my eyebrow.
He smiles, words not needed. “Good night.”
I wink. “Have fun.”
They disappear out the door with the girls and I smirk as I imagine the night they’re going to have.
“Look at you.” Belinda smiles as we walk out of the office and lock it behind us. “You make out you’re so tough.” She tuts. “I see you.”
“I just gave my staff blowjobs wrapped in hot flesh, Belinda. Not puppies in wicker baskets,” I reply as we walk down the corridor. “I wouldn’t get carried away.” I get into my private elevator.
“Good night, sir.”
“Good night.” As the elevator rides up to my penthouse, I take out my phone. Hermione….
9 Missed Calls
I exhale and stuff my phone back into my pocket.
Great….
ALORA
“Good morning.” I walk into the store to find Helene and Jonty already filming content.
“Hi.” They keep filming as they walk around.
“Don’t forget the lamps,” I mouth as I point to the corner.
Jonty nods as he keeps filming.
Helene looks me up and down. “Oh, I love,” she mouths as she gestures to my outfit.
“Nice, huh?” I mouth. “Fifty euros.” I glance down at myself, I’m wearing a cream cashmere vintage Prada dress, it’s fitted with a big cowl neck and long sleeves. I’ve teamed it with wedged knee-high camel-colored suede boots.
“Why can I never find this good shit in the flea market?” she mouths back.