Page 47 of 7 Miles High
“Later.”
As he puts the key in his lock, Natalie’s door is opening. She jumps into my arms.
“I heard the elevator! Kiss me, baby!”
Before I do, I look over her shoulder at the man. He’s watching and I see his jaw muscle twitch. Good.
I take the indecent kiss offered and given in return. She tastes like honey. My dick agrees.
“Come in! My friend is just about to leave. We have to go by the office. I got a new offer I have to send for some clients. Then we have reservations for lunch.”
I put her down. “Is it absolutely necessary? I have reservations with your pussy.”
She giggles and takes me by the hand, leading me inside.
“Let me introduce you to my downstairs neighbor. Parker, this is Violet. Violet, this is my boyfriend, Parker.”
The feminine old-fashioned name doesn’t go with her. The woman looks like she belongs on Venice Beach, lifting weights or doing pull-ups for the tourists. I’ve never seen such developed muscles on a woman. No stuntwoman or bodybuilder has bested her in that department. Looks like steroids are involved. The square jaw confirms my take on things, contradicting the long blonde hair.
“Hi, honey,” she says in a deep voice.
This is a guy. Yep. The hands are masculine and now that I look there’s an undeniable Adam’s apple. But I will use the pronoun she seems to prefer.
“Hi. Are you girls up to no good?”
Shit, I can go along with however she identifies. I’m just happy Natalie’s other neighbor wasn’t entertaining her.
“Always and forever, handsome. Boy, Natalie, where you been hiding this one?”
“I’m keeping him chained up so other women don’t get any ideas.”
“Good plan. Don’t discount the men either. I know lots of men that would love to get a little taste of that.” Violet winks when she proposes the idea.
I’m not sure how to respond, but I’ll take it as a compliment, secure enough to laugh at the suggestion.
“Listen, I have enough competition with the women!” Natalie says, pointing a finger at her friend. “I hate to rush you, but Parker and I have a lunch reservation.”
“Oh honey, no problem. I’m outta here,” Violet says, rising from her barstool. “Give me a call next week after your man has finished with you,” she chuckles.
“Violet, I’m never going to be finished with her.”
She finds it funny and laughs.
“Good answer. He’s a keeper, Natalie.”
* * *
“I want to show you my offices. Just for a quick stop.”
She pulls her Mercedes to the curb and shuts off the engine.
“Nice. Beautiful building, great location. But I bet it’s hard to find a bad one in this town.”
We exit the car and right away I see what an upscale business this is. Even from the outside it screams money.
“Our clients are celebrities, investors, banks even. We have to be able to give them more than other brokers. That’s why we only hire the best. Come on, let me show you.”
I hold the ornate iron door open for her and let her pass. Inside there’s a quiet buzz filling the space. Natalie watches my reaction.
