Mr. Big Shot (Mr. Big 1)

I honestly couldn't have asked for a better way to wake up.

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Later, much later, when both of us were satiated and now were only hungry for food rather than each other, we showered and dressed, then went down to the main wing and the kitchen.

The double patio doors were open, and the breeze off the ocean was cool and salty. Outside on the patio, a long table was set with linen and dishes, and several of the guests for the weekend were there, eating the brunch laid out on the table in the kitchen.

"Wow," Alexa said. "Is this breakfast?"

"Brunch," I replied. "On the weekend, it's here for guests to serve themselves whenever they get up."

I watched Alexa's eyes bug out at the spread, which was normal for my family but I was sure was reserved for special occasions for hers. I had to remind myself that not everyone grew up the way I did – with privileges. What seemed like a treat to Alexa, I knew was business as usual for my family.

There were scrambled eggs and Eggs Benedict, biscuits, home fries, bacon, sausage, sliced ham, toast, waffles and fruit. Fresh coffee, juice and milk were in the

rmal flasks next to a collection of cups and mugs, glasses and plates.

We fixed our plates and then went to the table, taking a pair of chairs at one end, saying good morning to everyone as we sat down and dug in.

"Sleep well, dear?" Mrs. Marshall asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Never better," I replied, glancing sideways at Alexa, who was holding back a grin. "We slept very well, didn't we?"

"Yes," Alexa said and took a sip of her juice, a twinkle in her eyes.

"I hope that old bed is good enough for you. We brought it out from the city to use as a spare instead of getting a new one."

"It was fine," I said and took a sip of coffee. "We both slept very well, didn’t we, sweetheart?"

"We did," Alexa replied, narrowing her eyes at my use of a term of affection. Might as well go all out.

I was glad I could truthfully say that we had a great night, even if we were just performing the boyfriend-girlfriend part. I slept amazingly well, despite the fact I wasn't used to a woman in my bed. I usually kicked them out, sending them home with my driver at as early an hour as I could so I could sleep alone and get up early, refreshed. On the weekends, I could be forgiven for letting Alexa stay overnight. Besides, I was pretending she was a real girlfriend.

After last night, I felt we could give an even better performance than we had already. At least we got the sex part of the relationship right, even if everything else was an act. I could tell by the way her pussy clenched down on my fingers and cock that she wasn’t faking that part of the relationship…

We ate our meals, listening to the sound of the surf, and the talk of the people at the table about their plans for the rest of the weekend. When we were finished, we left the table and went for a walk down to the beach, hand in hand.

It felt strangely real to me, walking along the beach with Alexa. I could keep up this façade without any effort. Alexa was smart, beautiful, and great in bed. There was nothing about her that I didn’t like and I felt no inclination to take her home so I could be alone and work, as I usually would with a sex partner. In fact, I looked forward to spending the weekend showing her around the Hamptons, and maybe taking her out for a sail if the weather held up.

"Hey, would you like to go to see my boat?" I said as we turned around and made our way back to the house. "The builder’s just down the coast at Patchogue."

"Sure," she said and smiled. "I don't know anything about boats but I'd like to see it."

"Deal. I'll call over and we can meet Dave, who's in charge of building it."

We arrived back at the house and then collected our things. Before we left, we passed by the library, just off the great room. Inside, Mr. Thorpe sat reading the Saturday times and drinking coffee.

"What are you two up to?" Mr. Thorpe asked when we walked by.

I grabbed Alexa's hand and pulled her to my side. "Going to take Alexa to see my catamaran at Alpha Yachts in Patchogue."

"Lucky Alexa. I'd love to see it someday," he said, turning a page in his copy of the paper and looking at us over the edge. "What an adventure, sailing around the world."

"When the cat’s finished, I'll take you sailing before we leave on the trip if you want to go."

"I'd like that," he said and nodded. He returned to his paper, his half-eye reading glasses perched on the end of his nose.

I led Alexa outside and we hopped in the SUV to drive down the coast to the ship dealer in Patchogue.