on amassing wealth, buying properties, and leave the whoring around to my brother.
She isn’t my type, but the second I got one look at the gorgeous, curvy little blonde, I lost my mind. Gold glitter shimmers on her lids, a hint at a playful personality, and her full lips are bright, cherry red. I want to bite those lips and suck them until she keens with pleasure and begs for more.
Pulling Miranda’s assistant to the side, I make my wishes clear. Giving me a tight nod, she hurries off to do my bidding. Leaving me with a few moments to return to my penthouse and prepare for my dessert.
It’s been so long since I’ve taken a woman to the privacy of my own room, I can’t help but cast a discriminating eye around the place. The large plate-glass windows in front of me overlook the enormous pools below, lit up with amethyst lights at night, dancing with an ethereal glow on the white tiles around the perimeter.
I hired a decorator and told her what I like. Simple lines, modern furniture, elegant and functional. But this is Vegas, Baby. And in Vegas, we do things right. There’s a whirlpool tub that overlooks the pools, beside the fully stocked bar. Plush towels sit in a basket beside the pool, with understated vases of greenery lending an air of sophistication.
The furniture is sleek leather, the wall art simple but meaningful. A print of Monet’s starry night, and an authentic Georgia O’Keefe above the mantel. The gas fireplace lends a romantic feel as well. I walk to the mantel and realize there’s a candle there I’ve never lit.
I’m not a sentimental guy.
And I don’t mix business with pleasure.
Why am I doing this?
Downstairs, I stood on the sidelines, watching the gorgeous women march in like they were on a runway, but none grabbed my attention. I wondered what the hell was wrong with me, why I couldn’t manage to get my shit together and find a single one of these beautiful women attractive.
Then, I saw her.
Easily a foot shorter than the rest of them, she walked on heels like a girl playing dress-up, uncertain and wobbly on her feet.
Adorable.
Her dress hugs her curves in all the right places, showing cleavage but hinting at more beneath that fabric.
Stunning.
She filled her plate with food, and then came back for seconds, looking around furtively as if Miranda would come marching over any moment, wagging a finger and telling her to eat her leafy greens.
She was obviously hungry. Why?
Are there other things she’s hungry for?
She isn’t like the others. There’s something markedly different about her, a winsome wholeness I can’t put my finger on. She seems sweet, shy, like a lost little kitten. What the hell am I doing?
I call Rawley, my brother.
“Yo.”
I roll my eyes. “Yo,” I say with a grimace. “You need to tell me I’m not making a mistake.”
“Well that’s easy. You’re not making a mistake. Do it. Do it twice. Buy it! Buy three.”
I close my eyes, shake my head, and contemplate hanging up the phone. He must sense my hesitation, for he presses on.
“Okay, Darius. Fess up. You can tell Uncle Rawley what’s got you all in a tither.”
I shake my head. Jesus.
“I hired an escort for the night,” I groan. “In my own fucking hotel.”
“‘Bout damn time.”
I sigh. A part of me knew that he’d practically congratulate me, which is probably why I called him to begin with.
“You need that, bro. Do it. If you don’t, I’ll fly all the way to that swanky fucking rooftop whatever you own and kick your ass.”
“Like hell you will.” I’d like to see him try.
“Do it, Darius. You have to live a little. Fill the well, and whatever other sentimental bullshit’s written in the latest inspirational poster on your office wall.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes and shake my head. Framed college degrees are the only things hung up on my office walls, but he loves to give me shit.
“Make it good, bro.” He sighs. “Listen, I’ve gotta go.”
“Yeah. Alright, you go. Thanks, man.”
I hang up the phone, honestly no more at ease than I was before. Another shot helps, when my door buzzes.
I walk to the intercom.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Morrow, I’ve arrived with your guest.”
My guest.
“You may enter.” Logan has access to my apartment, but only enters after he asks permission.
A moment later, the door opens, and Logan comes in, followed by the stunning blonde. Her bright eyes take in the details of my penthouse, likely