He called after me as I went up the stairs. “Hey, don’t forget, we have to be back in Denver this afternoon for the meetings with the architects on the new project.”
“I won’t forget,” I said, trotting up the stairs. “I’ll be ready in an hour.”
I smiled as I went up the stairs two at a time.
I just needed Charlie to get Maggie Dean back to the house, then I’d do the rest.
She resisted my first offer, but everyone has a price.
All I had to do was keep upping the ante and at some point, Maggie Dean would say yes.
She would be naked and in my bed and begging me to fuck her.
I’d spent my life pursuing elusive game.
And I always bagged the prize.
Always.
There was no reason why I couldn’t do the same with Maggie Dean.
CHAPTER FIVE: MAGGIE
Jackie was looking at me with eyes as big as saucers. She had come by the restaurant after lunch to see how my interview with Tyler Jenner went. I told her it had gone great until he flashed me his cock and asked if I saw anything I liked. Asshole.
“You’re kidding me? He stood right there in the kitchen and showed you his cock? Who the fuck does that?”
“Billionaire douchebags I suppose,” I said with a sigh. I picked up another carrot from the bunch on the prep table and started slicing it into perfect quarter-inch cubes for the soup of the day. “Anyway, the goose that laid the golden egg had an attitude and a big dick, so I got the hell out of there.”
“Damn, girl, he wasn’t interested in laying golden eggs,” Jackie said with a grin. “He was interested in laying some virgin pussy.”
“Stop it,” I warned her, looking around to make sure no one had heard her.
“I’m serious. Men like him can smell an untapped pussy from a mile away. Like a shark smelling blood in the water. It’s all part of being a mountain man. That long beard is full of pussy receptors.”
I grinned and kept chopping. “You’re awful.”
She looked around the kitchen to make sure we weren’t being overheard. “You know Kat, the redhead that strips at the club?”
“I do,” I said with a smile. “In fact, she was leaving Big Cock Lodge about the time that I was.”
Jackie giggled and held out her phone so I could see the screen. “She texted me this morning. That dude gave her a thousand dollars for spending the night with him.”
“Which dude?”
“Jenner’s handler, Charlie what’s-his-name,” Jackie said, bumping my arm with her elbow. “Kat said that the mountain man nearly fucked and sucked the life out of her, then this other dude paid her a thousand bucks and called her a cab. Can you imagine that, a thousand bucks to be fucked by that guy? I’d have done it for free.” She tapped a finger to her chin. “Maybe I need to start stripping.”
“That’s called whoring, not stripping,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “Please don’t talk that way around the boys.”
“The boys aren’t here,” she said. “Kat said he was like some wild animal. He fucked her front ways, sideways, backwards, and forwards.”
“Sounds exhausting,” I said, pushing the hair o
ff my forehead with the back of my hand. “Now please, I have to work.”
“Doesn’t that make you want to, you know…” She made a circle with her left-hand thumb and forefinger, then plunged her right index finger in and out of it. “Can you imagine, having your cherry popped by a billionaire mountain man? How freakin’ awesome would that be?”
“Enough, Jackie,” I said, shaking the knife at her. “My cherry is just fine, so I wish you would stop worrying about it.”