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“Good.” I reach in my pocket and pull out a wad of hundred-dollar bills. I don’t bother counting them before I pass them over. “Take this. Cancel all my appointments for the next two days, and don’t come to work. That’s an order.”
“Two days?” she says, her mouth hanging open as she stares at the wad of money in her hand. It’s more than she makes in a month. “But what if people need to contact you? What do I tell them?”
“Don’t tell them anything, Samantha,” I smile. “You won’t be here, remember. Hire someone from the agency. Get someone to fill in for you. I don’t care.
“You work your ass off for me, day in and day out, and now I’m giving you a butt load of money and 48 hours to do whatever it is you’ve been dreaming about while glued to that desk of yours. Dress up in cosplay and drink tequila. Go to the Bahamas. Dance naked in a pond in the middle of a park with a bottle of prosecco in each hand. Buy that dress you’ve been dying to buy for so long, and go to a fancy restaurant with the man of your dreams. It’s up to you. The world is your oyster.”
With that, I spin back around and head for the exit. Nadia’s heels click-clack beside me. As someone opens the door for me, I hear a scream from behind. It’s Samantha. She’s jumping in the air and dancing and flicking her money in her face. I can’t help but smile.
“That was nice of you,” Nadia says.
I look at her. My eyes taking in the full, sensuous curves of her sensational body. My cock twinges between my legs. Hardening. Demanding to be set free and allowed to pillage and defile her. “She’s excellent at her job.” I step close until our bodies are almost touching. “I always reward excellence.”
The sound of my Ferrari pulling up beside us interrupts me.
Probably for the best.
For a second there, I was tempted to wrap my arm around her hips and jam my tongue between her lips.
The valet jumps out of the car and holds the door open for me.
I get in. Nadia sits down beside me. The car is low to the ground. I fill it up like the beast of a man that I am. Nadia’s arm grazes against my skin. The hardness in my groin turns to steel.
“I don’t get it,” she says. “Where are we going?”
I turn the key in the ignition. The engine jumps to life, roaring and rumbling. A thousand horse powers ready to be unleashed on the road with just the slightest depression of my designer shoe.
“Where do you think?”
“Last Vegas?”
“Bingo!” I slam my foot on the gas. The engine makes the seats vibrate. I hope she can feel that in her pussy. I hope it’s turning her on as much as she’s turning me on. “My little girl is in trouble. You think I’m just going to sit around and let other people take care of this mess?”
“Then why hire me?”
“Because a man must know his limits,” I say. “And his weaknesses.” I rev the engine again just for fun. “And you are one of them.”
“I’m your weakness?” Her eyes are looking at me in the rearview mirror. Is that hope I see? Or fear? Or maybe a combination of both.
I like to keep people on their toes. It gave me an advantage in boxing, and it gives me an advantage in the business world, too.
“Dealing with the public is my weakness,” I admit, turning slightly towards her so I can look her in the face. “I don’t take no for an answer. I don’t accept weakness, or incompetence, or laziness. I do what want, when I want, and be damned with what other people think of me… and I’m outrageously rich. This, combined, is not a popular mix with the media.
“It is best if I keep my mouth shut, play the part of the concerned father, and let a young, attractive, relatable woman do the talking for me.”
“So, that's how you see me?” she asks. “I’m just your mouthpiece to the world?”
“I’ve only just met you, Mouthpiece. Maybe later, I’ll get to see you differently... if you’d like.
“Now, put your seat belt on… I drive like I fuck.”
“And how is that?” she asks coyly.
“Like there’s no tomorrow.” I rev the engine until it’s almost screaming in our ears. The gears and the pistons pump and burn gas and radiate heat behind us. “Like it's the most important thing in the world. Like it’s the only thing in the world. Like there aren't any rules, and the only thing that matters is sheer, unadulterated pleasure.”
And, with that, I jam the stick into first gear. Nadia screams. Our bodies fly back against the seats. I skid onto the road with a huge plume of smoke from my tires following behind us.
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