Page 93 of The Bad Girl
I breathe a sigh of relief. Akinyi is not someone you want to cross. People love her, and she’s well-connected. Rumor has it, some Middle Eastern prince proposed to her, offered her a palace even, and she said no.
Maxwell:That’s great. Let’s hope she stays passive.
Stacey:Oh, and btw, Nadine’s negotiations are coming along nicely. We’re in a meeting with her right now.
Nadine. Simply seeing her name on my screen makes my heart ache with want. She must hate me, sending Jenna to her apartment like I did. I had wanted to explain the situation to her myself, I should have demanded to, but there was too much going on. Too much at stake.
Not an hour goes by where I don’t think of her splayed before me with lust-filled eyes, her pussy begging for me to taste it, to devour it.
My mouth fills with saliva, craving her sweetness.
Now’s not the time.
Maxwell:Give her whatever makes her happy.
Stacey:She’s playing hardball. That a girl! I’ll keep you in the loop. Later.
I go to my bathroom to wash up, then head on over to my office, pouring myself a whiskey.
I scan the tabloid websites, wondering how they come up with some of the bullshit they publish when I feel a hand on my thigh and look over to my rent-a-girlfriend.
“You look tense,” Akinyi says, offering up a smile.
“It’s been a rough week, like something out of a movie.”
She chuckles. “Your life is like a movie.”
“I suppose it is. By the way, in case I haven’t said it enough, thank you.”
“You’ve only said it now five times, and I expect it ten more before I leave.”
“I really can’t believe Johnson got himself caught up in this.”
“Rich, powerful men often think they are gods and cannot understand the basic elements of kindness and empathy.”
I scrunch my brow. “Is that what you think of me?”
“Not at all,” she says, her hand creeping up my thigh, “and I think of you a lot.”
What is this all about?
“When things get tense for me, I schedule a massage,” she whispers, her hand now firmly positioned on the growing bulge in my slacks.
I groan as my cock springs to life, demanding to be let out.
“Is this what you want?” I rasp.
“Hush.”
Akinyi’s long fingers have my button undone in a snap, and her hand snakes its way into my boxers.
“Oh, God.”
Akinyi licks up the lobe of my ear as she begins working my shaft. “I’ve never claimed to be a god, but to some, I am an angel.”
As I try to relax and enjoy the moment, I feel a stab of guilt.
“Nadine.”
