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everything up clothes in her suitcase.
“I meant what I said,” I whispered. “No rules here. You can say what you want. And, hey, if you ask me, you just came up with a million-dollar book idea.”
Maya moved her hand. “I did?”
“The asshole boss,” I said. “The dickhead boss. You should write a story about that. I’m sure you could make a book out of it. You’ve been around me long enough, right?”
I slowly watched the wheels start to turn in Maya’s eyes.
Maybe she really was a writer after all.
I gently touched her arms. “I have to go meet up with Mr. Pickle. Unpack. Get settled. I’ll be back later. We have a very important dinner tonight. It’s the main reason you’re here. Don’t take this the wrong way, Maya, but when I come back, you better be beautiful.”
I walked to the door and Maya cleared her throat.
“Hey, Cole?”
I looked back. “Yeah?”
“You’re really a dickhead for what you just said to me,” she said.
“I know.”
I exited the room and smiled.
It was kind of nice to see Maya stand up for herself. She wasn’t going to hurt my feelings. I wasn’t sure I had any.
But I meant what I told her.
I needed her to look the part for later.
No high neck shirts and bed head messy hair.
She needed to look ready to fuck and to be fucked.
In the meantime, she could write her book about her asshole boss.
To me, it was just part of the job.
“You son of a bitch, you made it up here,” Mr. Pickle said with a drink in his hand.
His place was the mansion.
I didn’t have time to look at even a tenth of what the house had to offer.
When the massive, front double door opened, a man in a suit met me, shook my hand, and led me to the private bar.
There was a bartender there, wiping down glasses.
He pointed to the balcony, and that’s where Mr. Pickle was standing.
“Look at this view, Cole,” he said. “It’s better than what’s between a woman’s legs, right?”
I laughed. “I don’t know about that. Then again, I’m sure we’ve both battled some thick bushes and brush in our time.”
Mr. Pickle cackled. “Son of a bitch, Cole, that’s a good one. I can tell you a story…” He leaned toward me. “There was this escort I heard about. She didn’t believe in shaving. I mean, you know, the legs and stuff, yes. Can’t get hard if a woman looks like a werewolf, am I right?”
I nodded.
If I was a dickhead, Mr. Pickle made me look like a saint.
The end game was the deal.
I could endure any jokes and stories, as long I kept my focus on the billions of dollars this man wanted to spend.
“The other parts, they were bush city,” Mr. Pickle with a laugh. “It was amazing.”
“Well, to each their own,” I said.
“Cheers to that,” Mr. Pickle said. “Hey, did you bring your secretary?”
“I did,” I said.
“Crazy man, you,” he said. “I thought you’d be parading around some super model.”
“Just wait until you meet Maya,” I said.
“It’s a risk sleeping with the secretary,” Mr. Pickle said. “But it’s worth it. Even if you have to write a check or two to keep their mouths shut. But seriously, just look at this view.”
Mr. Pickle exhaled a deep breath as he watched the trees.
I studied him for a few seconds.
He had a deep connection to the mountains and nature. Somewhere behind the money and power there was just some guy that wanted to be a normal guy.
“I appreciate the view,” I said. “It’s nice to get away. Ease up on the pressures of life. You know, you build this reputation and wealth, then you wonder what the hell you’re doing with it all. Right?”
Mr. Pickle looked at me. “Right.”
“It’s a lot to have people jumping at you, thinking you’re a cash machine,” I said. “It’s bullshit, if you ask me. You know with everything going on here, you’re the only person I’ve talked to. I’m not looking to entertain offers and fuck around. I want this view, Mr. Pickle. Right here.”
Mr. Pickle grabbed my shoulder. “You know your shit, Cole. You know you can’t have this view. This one is mine. But I respect what you’re doing. Have a drink and we’ll meet up for dinner.”