Page 5 of The CEO Enemy

Clearly, she was either overconfident or batshit crazy, although her big blue eyes gave me no indication of that. She had to be, to think climbing from one balcony to the other was the best course of action for her predicament. I nearly had a heart attack when she did. Thankfully, it went smoothly. However, it didn’t silence the swearing spree echoing in my thoughts. It would’ve been much safer and smarter to let me call the damn superintendent of the building. Then again, if I had, I wouldn’t have caught an eyeful of her naked body. I knew the towel was going to fall the second before it did. A true gentleman might have averted his gaze, but I needed to keep my eyes on her for safety’s sake. So, I was met with smooth skin dusted with freckles, full tits, curved hips, and a shaved pussy.

Overall, not a bad visual to have first thing in the morning.

However, she isn’t my type.

In fact, she’s everything I dislike in a woman. Bubbly. Chatty. Way too enthusiastic, almost unsettlingly so, and more importantly, full of stupid ideas.

Me, I don’t waste time on foolish or illogical concepts. I have way too much on my plate. There isn’t room in my life for anything aside from work. Least of all a woman who won’t give me a moment of rest with her endless stream of nonsense. When things inevitably fell apart, which I know they would, based on my track record, living next to her would be hell.

She has the looks, but when it comes to smarts—not so much.

A quick check of the time has me swearing. It’s 7:14 a.m.

I have to shower, shave, and get ready for the day. Getting naked again, I jump in the shower, relaxing as my aching muscles respond to the hot water. My mind hasn’t quite let go of that dropped towel. My dick twitches with interest, and without thinking twice, I reach down to touch myself.

I’m no stranger to getting off after a good exercise. Normally, it’s my preferred choice of cardio when I’m sleeping with someone. If I’m single, I have no qualms about taking care of it myself. Today is one of those days. The only difference is, I don’t take too long to come up with a visual. I can imagine how soft her skin would be under my hands, how it would feel to squeeze those hips after I yank her into the shower with me.

Steadying myself with one hand on the wall, the other tightens around my dick. I think of that body, wet and soapy as she rubs against mine. Her soft nipples, resting on top of perfectly full, taut curves, would pucker into firm peaks under my glancing touch, begging me to suck on them. I’d let my tongue brush from one to the other, and then slide down, spreading her smooth pussy lips to taste her sweet cunt. How easy it would be to pick her up, to pin her to the wall while I fucked her.

Well, maybe not her specifically but probably someone with a similar body. My mouth would latch onto that pale throat, and I’d kiss and suck until I marked her, claimed her.

I don’t hold back my groan when I come hard, the water cascading down my body to carry away the evidence of my release. A calmness settles over me as I catch my breath.

Beep-beep!

My phone alarm sounds from the other side of the shower curtain, and I quickly wash myself and get out.

My neighbor has thrown off my morning routine, and I wasted precious time. Now I have to hurry to dress for work. If she had interrupted any other morning, I probably wouldn’t be so fucking annoyed. My phone has been going off with texts and emails from the various managers, sending me their daily reports and updates. Nothing major requires my immediate attention, except one thing.

I have an important meeting in about half an hour, and I will not let the incident make me late. I didn’t take Blackwood Holdings Inc. to billion-dollar status by dragging my feet. And I’m not going to let a too-cheerful neighbor derail my morning.

No matter how many hotels or motels I buy, I still love the process. I see things in a way no one else does. I know that I can take any drowning business and turn it around. I have done it hundreds of times before, and I will keep doing it as long as I enjoy the work.

However, the current hotel chain I have set my sights on will be a challenge. It has changed hands multiple times since its construction, with varying results.

The first time I visited the New York property, I immediately saw the potential. I knew it could be bigger and better. And I knew exactly how to make that happen. I convinced the owner, Norman Whitman, that I could take over his shares and make something of them. He had been reluctant, at first. I told him we would only make things better, and when I made him one final offer he couldn’t refuse, he agreed to sell.

He has a co-owner who still owns the other shares, but she won’t be a problem.

I’m not one to have a partner.

Things are hectic enough with the board of directors of Blackwood. Doesn’t matter, I’m not concerned. I like a challenge. My closing rate for sales is nearly one hundred percent, and no matter what that co-owner throws at me, I know I can convince her to sell me her half. I’ve already convinced Norman. Once he signs, there won’t be anything she can do to change it. Even if she protests, the ink will already be dry. She’ll have to deal with the board just like I do.

If she doesn’t like it? Tough. She can sell to me and leave.

With that in mind, I forget about my neighbor and finish getting ready to meet Norman. It will be a stimulating one, that’s for sure. Legal has already drawn up the final sales papers.

It’s a now-or-never deal.

All that is left is to sign on the dotted line.

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JESS

Ah, it feels nice being back in New York after two weeks of taking care of my elderly aunt Bernice in Scottsdale, Arizona.

I co-own a small chain of hotels.

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