I knock again, wondering if he’s still asleep (probably drunk as… well, as a D’Avington) or if he bailed out on me and left the apartment, but when my fist hits the door it swings back on its hinges. I stand there in place, my heart kicking against my chest as I look into the deserted living room in front of me.

“Hello?” I ask shyly, straightening the front of my skirt once more. “I’m coming in,” I finally announce, taking one step inside and closing the door behind me. “Mr. D’Avington?” I call after him, trying to be as professional as I can be (while sneaking into someone’s house half an hour before the scheduled time, that is).

There’s no answer, so I just throw my laptop and purse on the couch in the middle of the living room, and take a look around. Even though the apartment seems small, it’s furbished like a palace, which, really, makes sense. I mean, he’s a prince.

The kitchen and the living room share the same space, adding a more modern, open concept look to the whole apartment. The furniture has a classic look to it, and there’s even an upright piano sitting against one of the walls.

I hear something at the end of the corridor, a steady hum, and I take one step toward the sound before I stop dead in my tracks. Am I really going to snoop around inside Connor’s apartment? I know I shouldn’t, but my feet carry me down the corridor all the same. I open a door and step into what seems like Connor’s bedroom; it has a more modern look than the rest of the apartment, but it still looks royal enough. My eyes go straight for the bed in the middle of the room, large enough for more than five people, and I can’t help but wonder how many girls have slept (yeah, slept, right) there.

“Connor?” I call again, dropping all formality. The sound comes from inside a smaller room inside his bedroom, and it seems like running water. Maybe he’s taking a shower? But if so, he’d have answered me by now. Oh, God, what if he passed out? What if he slipped on the floor and bashed his head against the wall? Christ, I need to get there now!

I take two wide strides toward the door and, grabbing at the handle, push it open. My heart is racing, and I feel dizzy as I prepare myself to see him sprawled on the floor, blood dripping from his open skull.

Well, that’s not what I see.

The room is covered in steam, but I can still see Connor’s naked body through the glass walls of the shower. He’s completely naked, eyes closed and head thrown back. His cock is hard and—oh Goh oh God oh God—it’s massive. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. It must be, like, twelve inches long! And, the real kicker: he’s stroking himself. Yes, you read that right.

So, facing this awkward situation head on, I do the only sensible thing a professional woman can do: I scream.

“OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” I cry out, and Connor opens his eyes and looks straight at me, his gigantic cock still in his hand. He remains like that for what seems like an eternity, his eyes locked on mine, but then a smile dances on his lips.

“You’re early,” he tells me, stepping out of the shower. I open my mouth to say something, but I just can’t. I mean, I can barely think straight. Just look at his muscles! The man is perfect! And his cock, oh God, his cock… “So,” he continues, talking to me as if he isn’t completely naked and hard, “what do you want to do until the meeting?”

The way his eyes seem to shine tells me that he knows exactly what we can do.

5

Natalie

I’m lost; I’m doomed. One look into Connor’s eyes and I know there’s no way out from this.

How dare he!

Where is the goddamn professionalism!

Okay, okay, but have you seen that cock!

Oh. My. God.

My mind waves a white flag and my body follows suit, surrendering to Connor as he comes closer and raises his hand and brushes his long fingers against my cheek.

“This is so unprofessional,” I say, trying to back away.

But my knees are weak, and my heart feels tight inside my chest. I’m glued to the floor, my eyes locked with Connor’s as he leans into kiss me. With one hand on my face, he brings his lips so close to mine that I can already feel the electricity building between our bodies. Still, he doesn’t kiss me; he hangs back, his mouth just inches away from mine.

“Is it unprofessional if I kiss you, love?” he asks me.

I nod my head. “Very,” I pout.

I wonder if he’s going to let me go. Because if he doesn’t I probably won’t leave on my own.

But now I’m looking at his lips.

Surrender, his lips seem to tell me.

Fuck it. It’s too good to pass up.

I close the distance between the two of us, my eyelids drooping as I feel his lips fitting on mine.

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