Page 6 of Arrogant Playboy

Yeah. Yeah. I’ve heard this statement before from my friends, it’s one of the reasons I started skipping dinners. “Anyway, enough about me. I have some amazing pieces that I think your clients are going to love.”

We spend the next hour combing through painting after painting for Ivy’s clients. Every now and again, my attention is pulled to where Rosie and Delphine are talking, but Ivy is right, if I need to de-stress, I should head to The Paradise Club, not flirt with her employee. Even if the memory of her gorgeous, peachy, alabaster ass jiggling with each thrust into her is an image I can’t seem to remove from my mind.

“Rosie, come,” Ivy calls her over.It’s the exact thing I’ve said to her, too.“Walk with Daniel. He will explain how to choose the right piece as an investment for our clients, not just for its aesthetics.”

Rosie nods as Ivy and Delphine walk away, leaving me alone with her. I can smell the crushed raspberry scent of her perfume as it tickles my nose.Behave.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” I tell her as I walk her toward the back of the gallery, where I know it will be easier to have this conversation.

“So, your memory is working,” she bites back, keeping her distance from me.

“Unless you wanted me to tell Ivy we know each other intimately. That your tight little cunt strangled my cock till I couldn’t take it any longer.”

Rosie gasps, her cheeks heat, and she frantically looks around the gallery, wondering if anyone heard my comment. “You can’t say those things.”

“Yes, I can.”

She shakes her head. “No, you can’t,” she says firmly. “You are my boss’ friend and a colleague.”

“Such a shame, my cock misses you,” I declare, making her skin from her neck to the tips of her ears turn bright red.

“Stop it,” Rosie hisses.

“Fine,” I tell her rolling my eyes, I’ll respect what she’s saying for today. “How much do you know about art, Rosie?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Not a lot. I know what looks good in a room.”

“I can work with that.” I start to give her a bit of a short course in art history. I explain to her as I pick out certain art pieces, who they are by, and why they are going to be worth money in the future. She takes it all in, listening to what I am saying and asking questions where needed. “You like working with Ivy?” I ask as we stand in front of a piece that might look right. Ivy has sent over the mock-ups already of the project and the places she would like the art pieces.

“She’s fantastic,” Rosie says as her eyes narrow on the piece we are assessing. I stand behind her and point out all the different elements of the art, explaining to her the story behind the piece. I watch as each word I speak against her ear reddens it just a touch. I notice the goosebumps that my presence gives her. I most certainly want my hands on Miss Rosie Hunt again. She swallows softly as her tongue slides out and licks her lips all while she stares at the piece. My eyes look down and I see the unsteady beat of her breath. I’m affecting her, which makes my dick twitch to life.

“I think we’ve got everything.” Ivy’s voice cuts the spell I’m weaving, and Rosie steps away from me and the look on her face is one of annoyance. Oh, little one, you’re annoyed because if we were alone, you would have let me slide my hands up that skirt and sink my fingers inside you while I whispered dirty words into your ear. Ivy’s eyes narrow on me as she looks between meand her employee, but Delphine pulls her attention away asking her a question.

“Hope I was able to help today?” I ask Rosie.

Rosie glares at me. “You’ve made me look at art differently.”

“Then my work here is done.” I chuckle, smiling at her. She returns the smile only slightly as she starts to walk away from me toward where Ivy is signing off on the invoice for the art.

“I’ll be in touch regarding the delivery day,” Delphine states.

“Thanks, Delphine.” Ivy smiles at my assistant. “Are you two ready to grab some lunch?”

I nod as I check my pocket to make sure I have my wallet and phone. Rosie says her goodbyes to Delphine, and I follow the two women outside. “This way, ladies,” I say, escorting them toward my go-to lunch place around the corner.

“Mr. DuPont, it’s lovely to see you again.” Sasha, the manager of the restaurant greets me warmly. I know she wouldn’t mind warming my bed, but because I love this lunch spot way too much it’s not worth going there.

“Sasha, always a pleasure, a table for three, please.”

She gives me a smile and ushers us into the busy restaurant to one of the best tables in the corner. Rosie takes one side and Ivy takes the other, leaving the only spot free right beside Rosie.

“I come here three times a week, the food is delicious, my shout,” I tell the girls.

Rosie picks up her menu and disappears behind it.

“Very generous of you, Daniel.” Ivy smirks.

“Only fair seeing as you spent an insane amount of money with me today.”

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