Worth Billions (Worth It 1)

“Need a ride?”

“Sure. I could use one back to the house,” she said.

“Hop in. It’s way too hot to be walking around out here.”

She opened the door to my rental car and slid her beautiful body in next to mine. Damn, she looked good. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin and her hair was just tousled enough to make me want to mess it up more. Her lips were red and her skin was flushed from her walking efforts.

I had a hard time taking my eyes off her so I could watch the road.

“So, what are you doing walking around out here?” I asked.

“Well, I went to the mall for the day and came back, and then I got a call from one of the shops downtown about a job so I walked there to give an interview. You caught me walking back.”

“Already pounding the pavement for a job. Am I that bad to live with?” I asked.

She smiled and it drew a chuckle out of me. She was so cute. I watched her blush, and I wanted to reach out and caress it with my thumb. But there were a lot of things I wanted to do to her that I couldn’t.

Like slide my hand up that skirt of hers.

“How has your day been going?” Michelle asked.

“Busy. Interesting. I’m trying to come to grips with Anton’s—largesse.”

“Oh, fancy. That’s one of those ten-dollar words.”

“It’s when—”

“Someone bestows a very generous gift on someone else. I’m not an idiot,” she said.

That fiery look in her eye made my cock throb again.

Damn it.

“So what did you find out about our dear Anton today?” she asked, as she relaxed into the seat.

She rolled down her window and floated her hand out along the streams of air passing by the car.

“Anton’s will promises something to almost everyone in this damn place. And I have to do his bidding by sorting it all out with them face to face.”

“Oh, I know you hate that,” she said.

“It’s not the way I saw this going down, no.”

“Let me guess. You thought you’d come into town, sell everything off, and leave before the week was up.”

“Something like that,” I said.

“Anton’s got someone by the balls even after his death.”

I laughed as I pulled us into the driveway of his home. She really did know Anton well.

“Do you need any help? You know, sorting things out?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t turn it down, no,” I said.

“Well, then let’s get inside and get started.”

We sat down at the kitchen table and Michelle was hunched over a pad. She had a pen between her delicate fingers and I found myself growing jealous of the apparatus. I wanted to be between her fingers. I wanted her to fiddle around with me. I shook the thoughts away as I leaned back in my chair, hoping my cock would die down long enough to actually deal with Anton’s will and all the shit he’d thrown me headfirst into.