Page 22 of Man Vs. Woman
Colt
Great.This is just fucking great.
Sure, I can campaign all I want, but there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to win against that good Samaritan, sleaze ball, Hiram whateverthefuck his last name is.
And, that “lighthouse that guides the poor soulsblah blah” bullshit was prime. He really knows how to work a crowd, stroking the egos of the wealthy who have a heart. Which is few and far between, but hell, it got him in the damn running.
I’m not really sure how that happened. Not only did he bore us to death with a poetic rendition of Sucking Clarendon’s Cock, but he so easily swooned over the whole room.
Did you see something I didn’t, baby?
I don’t know, something about this whole damn thing doesn’t feel right.
I’m now standing in the lobby, watching as the crowd spills out of the room, waiting to see my sparring partner exit.
Yeah, I’m waiting for her. So what? I have a proposition for her that I know she can’t refuse. And no, it’s not my dick, baby. Get your mind out of the gutter, we have business to attend to.
Though, trust me, I wish I could throw caution to the wind and fuck her senseless. Maybe it’ll persuade her to give me the space? Nah, I know she’s too good for that. After playing her rival today, I know she’s not going to let this go. She’s fighting, and with every weapon in her arsenal.
A glimmer of blonde hair catches my eye and I look over her to confirm my suspicion.
Is that her ass?
Yep, that’s her.
She catches me staring and stops mid-stride. I take advantage of the moment and walk towards her.
“Serena, is it?” I ask.
“That would be me, Colt McCoy,” she states, proudly.
“Listen, I need to talk to you,” I grab her elbow, guiding her to the corner of the lobby away from the crowd.
I hear her breath hitch and feel her body lean into me. I fight the urge to push her against the wall and devour her right here and now, in front of everyone. But I restrain.
Sometimes being a good boy really fucking sucks.
But, knowing I have this effect on her like she has over me makes me harder than a fucking rod.
This is going to be so hard to get through.Oh, the irony. But this is for my business, for her business—we’re here for business. It’s annoying, but I have to keep reminding myself. Business.
“What is it?” She crosses her arms, pulling away from me. She tries to act like she’s not reeling from my touch but we both know nipples don’t lie.
“I don’t agree with the spa. I get it’s your business and you need a space and whatever. But, you know, and I know that if we go at this alone, we’ll both be fucked by Hiram.” I explain.
There’s a pause.
“You know I’m right, Serena,” I say to her.
“So, what are you saying?” She lifts her chin up and chews on her bottom lip, contemplating my next words.
Fuck, her lips are so damn luscious. I imagine them wrapped around dick, plumping around it so invitingly.
Shit. Focus, man.Business.
“I’m proposing we work together,” I let out.
Her brows shoot up in surprise. “You and I work together? Gym vs. Spa, together?” She waves her hands between us.
