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“But hey, I don’t blame him,” I say. “Clearly, she’s got more curves than me.”
She laughs, all vibrant. “But not more than me.”
“You certainly have a point there,” I say.
I like this back and forth, this banter. She’s quick with her words and doesn’t seem afraid to say what’s on her mind. Not to mention, I catch her biting her bottom lip when she picks up her new drink. It adds a captivating charm to her.
“It was bold of you to come over.” She takes another sip of her cocktail.
“Well, you know, they say luck favors the bold.”
“And…how’s that luck of yours panning out?” she asks, her smile hinting at the promise of an interesting evening ahead.
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
“I haven’t decided yet,” she declares.
My phone starts to vibrate, and I take it out of my pocket to glance at the screen. When I realize it’s work, I bite back a grunt of annoyance.
“Well, while you decide, I need to answer this,” I say, getting to my feet. I leave my coffee and jacket so she doesn’t think I’m trying to bail. “I’ll be back.”
She takes a sip and motions for me to go ahead.
I step away to the restroom area where it’s a bit quieter, and answer the phone with a sharp, “Yes?”
“Hi, Mr. Blackwood, I’m sorry to bother you.” On the other end, my PA, Jasmine, sounds nervous. I know if she’s calling, it’s important because I’ve been clear with my staff about reaching out after my work hours.
“It’s fine, Jasmine. What’s going on?”
She’s learned that another—undisclosed—company has expressed interest in acquiring a stake in Westerlyn, and she wants to ensure I have the information in case I decide to respond and possibly up my offer tomorrow. Apparently, word about my purchase of half the shares has spread like wildfire, fueling the eagerness of competitors to throw a wrench into my future plans. I’ve faced similar situations before.
Definitely not something that really constitutes an emergency phone call, but there’s no use dragging out the conversation. There’s a woman waiting for me at the bar.
After instructing her to investigate the identity of the interested party, I end the call.
The second I turn around, I almost collide with said woman.
“I’ve decided.” She beams at me, all happy, swirling her almost-empty cocktail glass.
Raising my eyebrow and noting how close she’s standing, I lean my shoulder against the wall. “Oh, yeah? What did you decide?”
My neighbor steps closer.
She slides her hand into my hair and goes up on her tippy toes, likely going for a kiss. Well, trying to go for a kiss. The moment her lips are about to meet mine, she slips and her tits crash into me.
She’s tipsier than I first anticipated.
The nameless brunette giggles and gives me that look.
Part of me isn’t surprised that she’s so brave, audacious even. I mean, this girl’s out here balcony-hopping like it’s a sport.
But, when it comes to post-work fun, I have two principles.
I don’t drink, and I don’t fuck intoxicated girls.
A glass or two is fine, but my neighbor may have indulged a bit too much. She isn’t entirely inebriated, but she’s definitely pushing the boundaries of what I consider an acceptable limit.
I wrap my arm around her waist, steadying her. Plucking the glass from her hand and placing it on a surface next to us, I give her a firm look, my body temperature rising. I’m just about to make my grand exit, suggesting to her that she’s not in the state to make sound decisions, when I feel more of those curves. My dick hardens, pressing into her thigh as she grinds her hips against mine. Next thing I know, she pushes me so my back hits the restroom door, and she reaches behind me for the handle.
