Page 16 of Man Vs. Woman
“Yeah, I’d like to object,” I announce. But I don’t look at Seymour (because who would want to?) and instead my eyes lock on the beautiful eyes of Serena who is glaring daggers at me.
How fucking lovely.
“I’d like to bid for the site. I want that place to be my flagship gym.”
“Ah, Mr. Colt McCoy…” Seymour places his elbows on the table and intertwines his fingers in that villainous way. It’s like something an evil witch would do in aDisneymovie or some shit. It’s pathetic and kind of creepy to see a grown man doing it.
He continues. “Your gym has become quite popular over the last few days. And mainly for its unwarranted and illicit services. So, enlighten me, why do you think that your flagship gym is appropriate for Clarendon Tower?”
I peel my gaze from hers only after I see her hand cover her mouth.
I smirk because I know exactly what she’s thinking and if she thinks I’m ashamed for showing her—and the world—what Colt McCoy is packing, she’s got another thing coming.I hope.But knowing my dick is on her mind makes me feel like the fucking King that I am.
“Seymour—”
“Mr. Cooper,” he corrects me.Ass.
“Mr. Cooper,” I clear my voice. “Colt Academy is a high-end gym, offering exclusive fitness classes taught by world-renowned trainers, myself included.” I make sure to catch her as she glances over at me. “Clarendon Tower is an exclusive property, catering to the elite, top-tier of New York. The two work in tandem with each other, such as providing top-of-line services that only the 1% can attain. And who doesn’t like having a killer bod to show off to your ex?”
I get a few chuckles from the crowd, but the Goddess only shakes her head.
I’m well-aware that this pitch sounds ridiculous. I didn’t get into fitness because of celebrities, whiny trust fund babies, and the ‘real’ housewives; I got into fitness because I care about the health and well-being of my clients. My empire became what it is because of those core values.
Don’t call me out just yet though. I know what you’re thinking, baby. What about all the money, power and pussy you’re obsessed with? Well, those are all great fucking things too. It comes with the position; work hard, play hard. I wouldn’t be able to live in excess if I didn’t work my ass off. You only have one life, so why the fuck not live it up?
Seymour leans back on his chair and whispers to the other board members.
“Mr. Cooper,” my rival chimes in. “Though Mr. McCoy brings up valid points, may I remind you that Serene Spa exudes elegance and luxury. Like Clarendon Towers. It’s here where clients come to relax, unwind from their hectic days, and push away the stresses of life. Sounds like a proper place for the hard-working individuals oftheClarendon Towers.” She bats her eyelashes and turns to me, her lips gradually forming into a mischievous grin.
Touché, doll.
“I see both of your appeals, Mr. McCoy and Ms. James; however, both of your reputations precede you. Ms. James has assured me that there will be no funny business if she were to conduct business here. How can you do the same?” Seymour stares at me, straightening his shoulders like he’s preparing for his starring role inAnnie.
“What happened that day at Colt Academy was a fluke.” I admit while glaring at Ms. James, wanting her to feel a tad responsible for the mishap. “It was an accident that’ll never happen again. I can promise that. With Clarendon’s pristine location, I can assure you that the equipment and the infrastructure will be secure and top-of-the-line.”
“Whatequipmentdoes that include?” Ms. James quips back and pivots her body to face mine.
I drink the full sight of her in, she’s fucking spectacular. Better than I ever imagined and so much better this close.
I turn towards her, ignoring the board, who resembles the counterfeit version of bobbleheads right now.
Do they ever speak?
“Any equipment that requires the use of your body,” I smirk at her. “That is what my gym specializes in.Bodies.”
“Yes, I’m quite aware. Though in my spa, I at least know how to control our technique andliquids.”
Did she just insult my fucking skills? Damn, I knew she was trouble. The moment I locked eyes on her, I knew this woman had nerve.
“Unlikely. See, at my gym, technique is done with precision and care. The liquids, as you so eloquently put it, are most likely from the perspiration of those practicing good form. It’s merely a bodily function that happens to everyone.” I linger on each word, trying to emphasize this point not only to her but to the board. “And it rarely ever causes a severe reaction.”
I watch as her body tenses underneath the cotton fabric synching her curves. God, I want to rip that fucking dress off her and feel her muscles strain against mine. I want to feel her convulse around me as I pound into her tight pussy, just like I’ve imagined.
Her cheeks redden, illuminating the sparkle of her blue eyes. And if I’m not mistaken, her nipples are hard. They look sharper than fucking diamonds.
Looks like my little charmer has a craving for my liquids and technique.
Damn. She’s fucking hot when she’s mad.
