“It won’t.”
“Now that we’ve gotten business off the table,” I say, changing my tone to a more cordial one, “let’s get to the pleasurable part of the conversation. It would please me and my mother if you and your family would attend my birthday party in two weeks. Official invitations will come by mail, of course, but I wanted you to save the date.”
“Absolutely,” she agrees, excitement in her voice. “Is this a black-tie affair?”
“Indeed it is. See to it that your boys behave. It’s an event that requires gentlemanly decorum.”
“They’ll be angels.”
Right.
“Excellent,” I rumble. “It’ll be held at the Constantine Compound. Mother gets work done often, though her surgeon is nearing retirement age. Perhaps you could chat with her about changing doctors.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
“Thank you, Dr. Mannford.”
After we hang up, I smirk, knowing one of the Mannford shitheads is about to get an ass chewing from his mommy. Serves him right. I went easy on him. Next time, I will be brutal.
I enter my apartment at lunchtime, deciding to check in on Ash rather than eating out like usual. As soon as I walk through the door, I hear laughing. Hers is musical and goes straight to my dick. The other is . . . masculine.
Her bird chirps from my Stefano Papi custom chandelier piece that set me back fifty-seven grand. I don’t even care, because there’s a fucking man in my house. Stalking down the hallway, I prowl toward the sound. When I round the corner into one of the guest rooms, I freeze, fury turning all my nerves to ice.
A goddamn man has his face near my girl’s ass. She’s in nothing but her black bra and panties. I’m going to kill him.
“Oh, hey, Win,” Ash greets like she’s not fucking naked with some guy.
I storm over to the guy and yank him away from her. She screams as I shove the guy against the wall. My fist curls around his throat, squeezing hard.
“Winston! Let Carly go!” she screeches, tugging at my suit jacket.
“What part of no fucking people in my apartment did you not understand?” I seethe, reveling in the way the guy’s eyes bulge.
“You sent him here, freak!”
I scowl, snapping my head to the side. “I most certainly did not.”
“You’re fucking crazy, asshole. He’s taking my measurements.”
He. He. He.
A fucking him.
I told Deborah to hire a her.
“Win,” Ash says, bringing her face close to mine. “Calm down. Let him go. You’re hurting him.” She grips my arm and tugs me away. “There. Thank you.”
I glower at Carly as he rubs at his throat. He’s small. Prissy. Crying. No threat. Fuck.
“Can you give us a minute, Carly?” Ash asks. “Maybe grab some water?”
“Yes,” he croaks out. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”
He scampers out of the room like his ass is on fire. Ash approaches me like I’m an injured animal who might bite her. Gently, she runs her palms up the lapels of my suit and threads her fingers behind my neck.
“Are you done being a caveman?” she asks, her head cocking to the side.
I grip her ass, lifting her up. Her legs wrap around me like the good girl she is. “I think I hurt him.”
“He’ll be okay,” she assures me. “Will you?”
I walk over to the window in her room and sit down in the armchair. With her in my lap with nothing but her bra and panties on, I’m no longer a bomb ready to explode. “I’m good now.”
“Want to talk about it?”
I grab hold of her messy hair, twisting my fist so I can control her head movement. She gasps when I pull her to my mouth. Her lips part and I dominate her mouth with my own. Our tongues lash together for a fiery kiss.
“Win,” she breathes against my lips, pulling away. “We need to talk about what just happened.”
Ignoring her, I trail kisses along her cheek to her jaw and to her neck. She gasps when I suckle on her flesh near her ear. “I expected a woman to measure you. That’s what I requested. Seeing a guy touching you made me lose my mind.”
She groans when I pull down one cup of her bra, exposing her tit. I pinch the peaked nipple, twisting it hard enough to make her whimper.
“I want to fuck you,” I growl as I unhook her bra and yank it away. “Right now. A freebie.”
“No,” she murmurs.
“Fine, I’ll pay you. Name your price.” I grip her hips and drag her over my hard dick. “Feel what you do to me?”
“We’re not fucking for money.” She whimpers when I knead her ass, spreading her ass cheeks. “Winston. I’m serious.”
Fuck, she’s hot.
Her tits can’t be more than a full B cup or a small C, but they make me fucking crazy with need. She’s got a perfect body that I’m ravenous for. I want her to ride my dick while I suck on her pretty titties.