Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 75: New Character
Lara’s POV
My heart pounded as I unlocked and entered my home. The day had been wild. I just had a few minutes to cook, so I dropped everything on the table and ran to my bedroom. A business dinner at an amazing restaurant means dressing fancier than for work, but not for a club. First, I played with my hair in the restroom. I’ll tie it up later, but I’m getting ready for work. I looked professional in minutes using foundation, concealer, and glittery dark eyeliner. I held my hair and moved my head for a simple, dramatic look.
"Not Brent’s benefit, but the managers’" I told myself at my counter, "He must go." I curled my hair into a low ponytail and braided my bangs. I’ve long known I should embrace my curls. I walked back to my room and sought a black dress. My knee-length dress had cap sleeves and a ruffled skirt. I stained my lips scarlet and checked my watch to see if I had time to apply more perfume to my neck and wrists before adding a dazzling necklace.
I missed dressing up at my second job. My stomach grumbled as I pictured the meal I’d be eating in a few minutes, and my thighs throbbed with lust for the man I’d be dining with. Only one could be met tonight, till I got home later.
As I entered the living room, my phone rang. Brent told me he’d arrived and would walk me out. After taking a big breath, I buzzed him into my apartment. By letting him into my personal space, I broke every norm, which hit me hard when he walked in with his woodsy, masculine aroma and the sexiest suit I’d ever seen.
I had to grab the door frame before closing it and looking at him. I swallowed before attempting a smile because of his eyes. Brent replied in a hoarse voice, "You look...exquisite." I felt my nipples stiffen under my push-up bra and scanned his body.
Knowing he wore suits every day, I remarked, "You’re in shape." This one was hotter and fitted.
"Clean up," he mumbled as he surveyed my place. "That’s incredible. Live alone?"
Yes. "I prefer that," I responded, omitting that it was easier to persuade guys and sometimes women to call that way. I’d feel uneasy with a roommate or family. We chatted briefly before I requested him to shut my door. I wondered how much he liked to take charge as he took me to his car.
As Cut neared, I admired the city lights. I had a car but avoided traffic as much as possible. He handled it with the same ease and assurance as Brent. I estimated he was 40, 15 years older than me. He didn’t have it, but he radiated life experience. If he weren’t my boss, he was beautiful and in terrific shape. A young man parked Brent’s car as we approached the curb, so I focused on the present. There’s valet parking. Impressive.
Brent extended his arm to me as we neared the glass doors. Good manners. He unlocked the doors and told the hostess who we were seeing before a stunning redhead brought us to a corner table where Renz and Niel were sipping cocktails and laughing.
I thanked him and smiled as I greeted Neil. At least in person, three men didn’t often tell me I was beautiful. They said my voice was beautiful and got them on the phone as I described my appearance. I was thinner and had a smaller nose in these descriptions. I returned to the present as we sat down and someone took our drink orders. As I regarded Brent, I ordered white wine and Hennessey on the rocks. I knew he was driving, but I trusted he wouldn’t become drunk and endanger us. Some food and conversation would be fine.
Over salad, I was given a history of the company with much nodding and smiling. Brent’s presence at the table distracted me. I inhaled his aroma and imagined tasting it on his skin before devouring him whole. As our entrée arrived, I had to snap back into the present, and they asked about me.
I told them about my mum and how I started in real estate before my honors undergraduate years. I’d worked for a couple of smaller companies before, but this was my best chance to develop, and all the men guaranteed me I would. My mother moved me to California from Tennessee to improve her career. I liked the city’s liveliness and the coast’s vicinity. We talked about New York and LA. I’d like to visit and work there someday.
Brent listened to everything I said, and I did the same for him. He was diverse and accomplished young. As I sipped my third glass of wine, he had two younger men eating out of his hand, which thrilled me. I sensed it, but not enough to act foolishly.
Waiting for dessert at home was torture. The night was amazing, but I wanted alone time. After seeing Brent, I got off each night. He was my main fantasy at the time, and he gave me hours of material.
We hugged after a long talk. They promised a quick chat, lunch before leaving, and a future visit. We waited silently for the automobile until we were alone. "It worked out" You were liked. I grinned as I peered at him, letting the wine overtake me.
"Yes, they did." At a light, I agreed while feeling his eyes on me and giggling.
"Amy, drunk?" As heat flooded my thighs, Brent asked.
As I fell in love with LA again, I said, "Just a little wine happy." Brent told me I could come in later tomorrow, which I liked because it was midnight and I needed to work before bed. It’d be easy if you were drunk. "Are you coming in tomorrow?"
As he parked at my curb, he said, "Slightly, but I’m an early riser. Can I help you up?"
"Sure," I answered as he got out and opened my door. Before I could look at him, he offered me his arm and we headed to my door. "Tonight was fun."
"It was one of the best experiences in a while." Brent smiled as he spoke, so I dropped his arm to get my keys. He took them and asked to come to check on me. I agreed, and he surveyed the small flat as I put my items on the counter. I turned to see him since I was clean.
All seems well.
"Thanks! The first time a man did something for me." He grimaced and bumped against my counter as I spoke.
Brent informed me, as I licked my lips and he yearned for them, "You deserve a guy to do that and more for you."
"Arelle, I..."
"Brent, you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met," I said. I stepped back and shrugged. "You’re superior. Tonight, I realized I must focus on my future and make sensible judgments. I won’t surrender." I felt hollow while talking, but it was for the best. He seemed troubled before nodding. "Probably, you’re right. I won’t interrupt you."
Knowing how much I cared for him, I said, "Thank you." It would be wrong for me to suck his lips and fulfill my fantasy. I hated myself for being responsible.
He told me to lock my door and set my alarm afterward. I slouched and washed off my makeup before putting on a big blouse for bed, leaving myself bare. I was horny and unhappy with my choice. I have to work hard on that. I climbed into bed with my warmed-up client phone.
It rang, and I saw Rob’s name or the one he gave me. I never contacted saved regulars. Since he seemed thrilled to hear my assumed voice, I knew the booze was letting me flirt with him and bring him into my need. We were both moaning and breathing quickly when he had to leave for work.
Again, I was restless and wondering if anyone else would call. I saw a new local number and responded in my overdone drawl, presenting myself as the company’s name. The man’s voice was uncertain and thick with yearning as he asked whether this was my line.
Yes, Sugar. "Can I help tonight?" While waiting, I said.
I’ve never called one of them before. What’s normal?" I pictured a widowed or divorced older male on the other end of the line.
"Do-it-yourself" Since you pay per minute, let’s chat. I had a story to tell over the phone that wasn’t about myself. Before I called, I knew there was a recording advising of expenses, being 18, and legal stuff. As I raised my knees and prayed for it to get sexual, he spoke slowly. His voice was enticing as he spoke about a woman he lusted after but who rejected him. I suggested he tell me his fantasies about her. I had thought Brent would plunge right in, so I urged him for more details. As he spoke in tight syllables, I knew he was due to jerk off in half an hour, so I told him how wet I was for him. That encouraged his behavior, and the chat turned dirtier as he detailed his plans for a mysterious woman with whom he had a distant relationship, prompting me to intervene. He said all I wanted in a mate. I wished for every act he described, and I lost track of how often I read them. When he said the money wasn’t an issue, minutes turned into hours, and I only slept a few hours that night.
Brent texted me saying I could take the day off. Back in bed, I relived the night’s events, including supper and client rejection. I eagerly awaited his voice before falling back asleep under my covers.
After turning Brent down last night, I wondered if he was with a woman. The idea worried me, but he had every right to do so, having ended any chance of anything happening.
