Are you ready to play?

“Okay so you want grand, extreme and flamboyant.

How about I put some ideas together and send them over?”

“Tut, tut,” he said, wagging his finger at me. “Correction,

you will bring them to me. I like the personal touch,” he quirked the corner of his mouth and winked.

He walked away like some goddamn prince.

“I think we should call a meeting ASAP.” I called after him.

“Absolutely, tomorrow, but remember,” he said, stood at

the other side of the room, “I’m a busy man. I don’t hang around.”

He ambled back towards me. I stood digesting he

information.

“I can make some plans and see what you think.”

“Perfect, by the way cute ass and that blouse does

nothing for your tits.”

“I wasn’t aware I asked your opinion.”

“You didn’t, but I bet when you’re wearing the right

clothes you look scorching.” He wagged his brow.

The man clearly loved himself.

“Anyway, I need to be leaving. I have to put ideas

together, if you could send me your e-mail address I can send ideas to you.”

“Bring your ideas to me. We have already discussed this it

will give me a chance to admire you again, we could have a drink,” he cheekily

grinned.

“I am simply working here on a project, not here for you

to drool over.”

“Shame, I was hoping to try and get in your knickers, if

you wear them, but looking at you, I’d say you’re wearing those big unsexy

pants.”

I choked on my saliva.

“Do you hold no shame?”

“No, not really, I am addicted to pussy. Now, I want you

to bring the designs to me, no further ifs or buts…I am the one paying for you

and expect,” he in fumed me with his cologne. “Something mind-fucking-blowing.

If you catch my drift.”

I agreed.

“Fine, I will put some ideas together and bring them to

you tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving so soon,” he said, disappointed.

“I am a busy woman, Mr. Valentino. I have another client

to see today.”

“I hope he doesn’t stare at your ass and tits.”

I shot him a glare, narrowing my eyes.