“Hello, Mr.Moore.I have a quick errand to run, but my assistant Lucy has the lease ready.”
“Yes, ma’am.Thank you.”I nod, then ask, “Mrs.Smith, Ms.Wright wouldn’t happen to be home, would she?”
She smiles, “No, dear.She works.”
“Oh!”I glance away, realizing that means she isn’t intending on returning to Vegas anytime soon.I look back at Mrs.Smith.“I was hoping to see her today.”
“Well, she usually arrives home around 4:15.”
I nod, disappointed.“I’m going to miss her then.I have to be on the flight line at 5:00.”
She smiles, “I’ll let her know you asked about her.”
“Thank you.I appreciate that.”
When I enter the office, a small Asian woman is standing in the doorway of Mrs.Smith’s office, so I introduce myself.“Hello, I’m Aurelius Moore.You must be Lucy.”
She nods curtly, then steps back into the room.I follow her in and sit at the chair placed in front of the desk.She doesn’t smile at me.Instead, she just slides the paperwork across the surface and says with a thick accent, “Read carefully.”
I pull it to me and scan the pages, then I scratch through Dirk’s name and pen my own on the line, sign it, and slide the lease across.
She frowns.“You rent?Not you buddy?”
“That’s correct.”I nod as I stand to reach in my pocket, pulling out a wad of cash.
She watches me count out the deposit and first month’s rent, then when I hand it to her, she asks, “Why you, not him?”
I shrug and give her my player grin.“I met Ms.Wright yesterday.”
Her eyes narrow, and she wags her finger, saying, “You flyboy.You no good.You leave her alone.She lady.She sweet.She work.She home alone.She good girl.She no party girl.”
I am shocked speechless by her reaction, so my response is simply, “Yes, ma’am,” as I reach for the key on the desk.
She stands and glares at me as I back out of the office.Then, right before I turn my back to her, she says again.“You leave alone.”
On the way to my truck for my duffle bag, I chuckle at Lucy’s protectiveness of Seary.She just confirmed my impression in Vegas was correct.Seary’s a good person, and now I know for sure she’s a sweet, southern girl.
I grin as I lift my duffle bag full of clothes out of the bed of my truck, then the cooler with a few essentials for the fridge.Lucy’s going to be disappointed because there is no way in hell I’m letting this wild thang run free.I’m going to tame her, then claim her.
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Siri
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At my temp job,the six phone lines are busy and leave very little time for daydreaming and further contemplation of Mr.Moore.
The two men in the front office who work with me, Charlie and TD, are away on business, which is a relief.I can concentrate on my job without having to fend off their flirtatious innuendos and ignore their developing sex triangle.
If they only knew what I really do.I laugh and shake my head.I'm glad they don't!But if they did, I could make that threesome awesome.There is a lot to work with.Maybe I will write them a note when I leave and slip it under Charlie's door.A goodbye gift.… Maybe not.
During lunch, I eat my peanut butter and let my thoughts caress Moore and how he made me feel.He has very refined seduction skills, and his facial expressions made me feel like I was the one woman he wanted.When he took my hand, his touch was light and gentle, letting me know he is a considerate lover.The strokes of his thumbs were cherishing, then thrilling—all well-developed skills.
But it is more than that.He has the IT factor, and that's something you either have or you don't.You can't fake it till you make it.
Damn, I am getting hot just thinking about him again.I pick up my apple and bite into it.
In my line of work, I study people's sexuality.Knowing the little things makes me a better exotic performer and entertainer.It's what sets me apart.It's how I became a fan favorite.
