Page 73 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
Colt glances at me to gauge my reaction.
I don’t have one.
Lexi pops out her hip, and the middle-aged man slides his eyes over her curves while I cross my arms, my stance widening.
Dirty prick.
He better get his dirty gaze off her.
“The men are going to try the three styles on, Ms.Grant.”
“Oh, okay.So, I didn’t miss anything yet?”she spins back to us.
Colt is back on his phone, smirking.I’m starting to think he’s on Porn Hub.Might have to talk to him about his sex addiction.
Drew has his hands in his pockets, ready to get this task done and back to making a fortune.
Like all of us, but that little bit more.
“I’m fine with either.I have thirty minutes, so let’s get this show on the road,” Zander says.
“Agreed.I have a busy day,” Lexi says, taking the suits and shoving them against our chests like she’s our manager and we’re players on a sports team who need to race off to the changing rooms.
Don’t think about the changing rooms.
Her eyes flash past me, then away.
What exactly does her busy day entail?
Or more to the point, with whom?
“Go, go!”she waves her arms.
“I’m sure your day is very important,” I mumble and cross the room, wondering if she has any concept of the amount of money each of us makes per hour.
Per minute.
My interest alone each month is more than she’ll ever make in a lifetime.Not that it’s important, but hurrying along four billionaires because she has a nail appointment at ExpressNails or a roll in the sack with some unsuspecting Wall Street trader is a joke.
What do I care if she’s fucking every guy in Manhattan?
I don’t care.
I’m simply putting up with having her in my life for my best friend.That’s all.I feel nothing.
As I turn to close the door, Lexi walks on those mile-high heels of hers to the velvet sofa, sits, crosses her long legs and accepts a glass of champagne.
Christ.
Is she wearing panties?
I bet she isn’t.Come to think of it, I didn’t see a panty line.Fucking hell.With little effort, I could part those legs and glimpse her pussy.
Is she wet?
Did she like me sucking her clit on my desk?Has she been masturbating?
Our eyes lock when she lifts them, and heat blasts through me.I quickly close the door and tug off my jacket, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
