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Plus if I’m going to be seen next to any of my high-profile clients, I need to look fucking good. So, yeah, I also use my money to get designer clothes.
A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. And, frankly, I really like doing it. I get a rush every time I know that I saved someone’s career from crashing and burning like a fucking torpedo. Occasionally, I also save a family.
I promise, it’s not all bad and conniving. And trust me, I’m not like Olivia Pope by any means. Though I can get ruthless when I need to be, sure; but it’s just a part of the business.
I would argue that’s why the royal family hired me. They know I’m the one who can get the job done, and get it done really fucking well.
I’m not trying to stroke my ego or paint myself as an angel to you. I’m merely stating the facts. I have a track record of making all sorts of people look fucking fantastic.
And I’m good at what I do because I work fucking hard at it. I don’t just sit and wait for things to happen to me. I make them happen.
When I got the call from one of King David’s advisors, asking me to come and help them, I knew I couldn’t say no. It was an opportunity of a lifetime. To fix David’s reputation and mend his image will solidify me as the best fucking PR consultant in the business.
How could I say no to that?
It also didn’t hurt that I would be working for the sexiest fucking King alive.
But I know…I know. I can’t mix business with pleasure. Especially with my clients.
I have never and—I’m telling myself over and over—I will never have sex with a client, especially one that’s the poster boy for pure unadulterated sexuality and masculinity.
By now, you’re probably yelling at me, wondering why I’m putting myself in the lion’s den, so close to temptation.
And, to be honest, I don’t know. I just know that I can’t let this opportunity go. It’s like gut instinct or something. There’s still a giddy fangirl jumping for joy right now, but I know how to stifle and ignore her—I’ve done it before, I can do it again.
Like I said, I’m a professional.
Thank God TSA allows vibrators on the plane. Because I brought a few, ranging in all shapes and sizes, to help me out if he really gets to me. So, don’t worry, babe, I’ve covered my bases like any smart woman would.
I think after today, I’ll be needing to use all of them—because the way he’s staring at me, like some predator about to pounce on his prey, I need some fucking release.
I look down at his sticky cream now saturating my dress, and I sink into the realization that…I can’t do business like this. I need to change now…but I don’t have anything to change into.
They’ve arranged for me to stay in his manor, in one of the wings, so if it was any other day—say, my second day at work—I would be able to change with no problem.
But my wardrobe is still on its way from NYC.
He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze roams over my body.
“Well…do you have something for me to change into?” I bravely ask him, hoping to fill the air with something other than the sizzling sexual tension.
“Well, love. I don’t think I have anything in your size.” He copies my accent and smirks at me while a glimmer in his eyes dances wickedly.
“Okay.” I sigh. “But I can’t do business covered in your cum. I’ll need to change. Do you have a shirt?” I try to stay as calm and as business-like as possible, but now I’m starting to get flustered, especially with the way his eyes just glinted when I said, covered in your cum.
Fuck.
With him in such close proximity to me, his broad chest and muscles straining against his shirt, almost like it’s about to burst open, I can feel my body begin to melt. My thong is fucking soaked.
Christ save me.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable in nothing?” He licks his lips, and I can tell he’s picturing me naked.
I should be offended, but again, I’m not. I feel like a million bucks right now, with him looking at me like that.
Uh. This is already off to a bad start.
“Seriously. Anything? A button-down shirt would do.” I ask, almost begging him.
