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That’s the weird thing, I’m not that concerned; I just don’t want to be lectured about it. I gave up on worrying about being the perfect little socialite my parents wanted me to be many years ago and they know it. Even though they still try to tell me their thoughts about any and all things not Pierce approved.
“Thank you. I’m doing good. Staying busy with my own business now.”
“That’s great. What is it you do?” It still stings, but it’s no surprise my parents haven’t told their friends about my entrepreneurship.
“I have my own interior design company,” I tell him, and since my parents won’t brag for me, I decide to do it myself. “I designed this entire club with the owner’s wishes in mind.”
“Seriously? That’s amazing, Ava. You did an incredible job. Why haven’t I heard this news before?” he asks genuinely.
I give him a pointed look that says he knows exactly why, and he nods in understanding. I have to remind myself I did make it clear I didn’t want my parents' help in this industry. Who knows if they were even truly willing to, but I refused to take anything from them to just have it held over my head.
I wanted to make my own way.
“Well, I typically wouldn’t do this here, but since this is a different situation,” he says, pulling out his wallet and sliding a card across the table, “call me this week. Let's set up a meeting. I want to discuss some investment properties I have in the works.”
The conversation turns to two of my favorite people in the whole world, my grandparents. And before I know it, the timer is going off again.
Giving George a hug, we promise to stay in touch. I feel Parker’s hovering presence before I see him.
“George,” Parker practically growls.
“Calm down, Mr. Cole, your time hasn’t started yet,” George says before kissing my cheek and moving on to his next date. It makes sense they would know each other. New York City may be a big place, but it can be small when it comes to business circles.
I sit back down, glaring at a brooding Parker, my defense mechanisms going up like armor.
“Why did he give you his card?” Parker asks as he sits across from me, arms crossed as he leans back in his seat.
“He may have some opportunities for me.” I shrug. I don’t owe any more of an explanation.
“Well, you’re busy right now.”
“Parker, seriously…it’s none of your business, as usual. Now just draw a card and let’s get these five minutes over with.” I wave him along, over his confusing reactions.
He stares at me for a few seconds before slowly pulling a card. His tattooed hand has me wiggling in my seat. He may annoy the fuck out of me, but he’s still the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in real life.
Parker reads the card, and a smirk takes over his face. “What is your number one fantasy?”
I gulp as visions of that night run through my head. Of course, my first sexual question of the event would be with Parker, of all people.
“Want me to answer for you?” Parker asks, still sporting that sly grin on his pretty face.
For some unknown reason, I want to hear what he thinks.
“Since you think you know me so well, please do.” My tone is taunting as I lean forward on my elbow, resting my chin on my hand.
“I do know you, little brat,” he whispers, and my pussy clenches. Parker continues in a hushed tone, leaning forward across the table. “I know you want me to call you that again with my cock so far in your throat you feel your airway cutting off. I know you want me to take you down that back hallway to a room and spank your ass until it's red, making your tight pussy so wet I could slide right in and fuck you like the bratty slut you are.”
My breath hitches and my nipples tingle under my lace bra. Fuck, that sounds good.
Parker drops the question card onto the table and reaches into his pocket. I glance down, noticing the question had nothing to do with my fantasy and everything to do with my favorite street food in the city. My stomach dips, knowing he intentionally went off script for me.
I look up at him as he slides the gold card across the table, and his eyes sear into mine. “Now spare me another boring five-minute session and let’s go.”
My body and mind fight with each other as he gets up and heads down the hall.
Don’t give in to him.
But it will feel so fucking good.
