the host who we are there to meet. We’re led to our table where the representative for Boisterous Headphones stands and reaches his hand out to shake mine. “Mr. Jennings, we’re so happy you could take some time while on vacation to join us.”
I shake his hand. “No problem. Happy to be here.”
He then turns to Eli. “And you must be Eli Cunningham.”
Introductions are had and we take our seats. Within seconds, my water glass is filled, and Eli is ordering a cocktail. I don’t drink during business meetings. I like to keep my wits about me and my head clear.
We make small talk until our food comes and once my steak is put down in front of me, the company gets down to business. They want me to shoot a couple commercials, wear their headphones when I’m out, post a couple images on social media with them on, and they’ll pay me two million for the year.
Sign. Me. Up!
After dinner, when all the handshakes and pats on the back are done, Eli and I take our leave. Overall, the dinner was painless. In the limo, I make a call to my manager to let her know she should expect some paperwork in the next few days and to go ahead and arrange a few paparazzi shots so these headphone guys are happy right off the bat.
“I’m going to head up,” I tell Eli when we get back to the hotel. I’m not tired, but I don’t really feel like chatting it up with people in the bar. As soon as I get to my floor, my phone dings with a text from Eli telling me Leah is in the bar, and just like that my mood has changed. I head back down and take a seat in the corner so I can watch her. My obsession with her makes me a stalker, but I can’t help it. She’s fucking gorgeous and doesn’t even have to try.
Tonight, she’s wearing a yellow sundress, which accents her tanned skin. Her back is showing and each time she moves, her shoulder blades pop and for some reason I find that to be the sexiest fucking thing ever. When the waitress comes to my table, I order a scotch on the rocks and ask her to make sure Leah has a fresh drink. That’s when she drops the bomb that the man sitting next to Leah has been buying her drinks all night long.
Nope, this isn’t going to work for me. Only, there isn’t anything I can do without looking like an ass because there’s someone on the other side of Leah, so I’m forced to wait, and I really hate waiting when I get an idea. Instead, I watch them like a hawk and constantly motion for the waitress to come over. I pepper her with questions about the guy Leah’s with and she tells me they didn’t come in together and it looks like he’s trying to pick her up.
Lucky fucking bastard.
The second the seat next to Leah becomes available, my ass is out of my chair and I’m sliding onto the wooden bar stool. I place another order and wait for Leah to recognize my voice. When she turns, she actually smiles at me.
“Hey, Greyson.”
“Good evening, Leah. Looking as beautiful as ever.” There will never be a day when I don’t tell her how pretty she is. Leah blushes and the sight of her red cheeks goes right to my cock. I can think of plenty of more ways I’d like to make her blush.
“So, what do you say?” the guy next to her asks. I listen in because why wouldn’t I?
“About what?” Leah asks.
“Awe, come on,” he coos. “You. Me. The hot tub in my suite.”
Fuck that. He’s wishful thinking.
Leah giggles. “Sounds fun, but I’m allergic to chlorine.”
What? No she isn’t. I start to cough, and she gives me the side eye.
The guy is a moron. His head is too big to realize she’s blowing him off. “Wow that must suck. We can always head down to the beach, take a little dip into the ocean.”
“The ocean?” she questions. “At night? I think that’s going to be a no for me.”
“But babe, I know the guys from Wicked Tuna.”
Leah’s mouth drops open and she gasps. “Do you know who I know?”
“Tell me,” he leans in pure excitement. I do the same because I’m curious.
“Okay, well do you watch golf?”
If she says her brother, I’ll laugh my ass off.
He brushes off