Page 15 of Man Vs. Woman
Colt
It’s her.
Right? That’s the woman who I can’t stop thinking about. The one who sent my dick into overdrive, shattering my glass wall, and quite possibly my career.
I’m not just seeing things, am I?
I squint my eyes to focus…on her ass.
What? Her back is to me and it’s the only thing I can see from this seat. And, to be honest, it’s the only asset I remember most of hers.
Holy shit, it’s actually her.
My Stairmaster Goddess.
See, I told you; I’d know that ass from anywhere. And damn, she did not disappoint in that curve-hugging dress.
I try to focus on what she’s saying, but it’s hard with her ass staring at me.
The wordsspaandClarendonmake it through the fog, but it when I hear her punch line, I freeze.
“Just imagine, Mr. Cooper—to announce to the world thatClarendon Towerwill be home to the best spa in the city.”
Wait, what did she just say?
I put the pieces together and listen more intently, looking away from her. What can I say? She’s really fucking distracting.
Fuck.
She’s trying to get my fucking space. I should’ve known. Why else would she be here?
Maybe that’s her game plan; charm the board into giving her the space, with her perky tits and plump ass. I bet Mr. Trump Wannabe with that god-awful hair hasn’t seen a body like hers since…fuck, maybe ever? This must be a treat for him.
Seriously, who would fuck a guy with that weasel-like mouth? Tell me, would you want to be carpeted by a toupee, mid-thrust? If so, I think you might be reading the wrong book.
But is this woman serious? I can’t fucking believe it.
I steady my breathing, trying to calm my nerves. It’s bad enough that she fucked me to oblivion. Well, not literally, but viscerally. That still counts, damnit!
She’s the one that put me in this mess and why I’m even fucking here in the first place.
Hell… no.
I will not let her take this from me too.
No. No fucking way.
Not after everything that she’s caused.
That perfect ass has caused me to teeter on the very edge of bankruptcy.
I finally have a shot at redeeming myself and she’s standing right there in her cute as fuck dress waiting to fuck it all up.
No fucking way.
Over my dead body.
I stand up and straighten my tie—yeah, I wore a tie. I have to be a professional sometimes. Appearances are everything in this world and I have yet to disappoint. Unfortunately, it looks like my kryptonite can play the part too.
