"What are you talking about?" She looked so mad. I wish all that passion was being used in a better way.
"If he couldn't make you orgasm, then you shouldn't have been with him anyway."
"Seriously? You think I should be thanking you?"
"Yes. And I can think of one way you can thank me right now."
Her eyes shone with lust for a second. She shook her head back and forth. "What, so your dad asks you to show all his new hires the city? So instead of showing them normal things like the Chrysler Building, you show them all the underground clubs where they can fuck whoever they want? And set them up with prostitutes? You tell them there's no consequences? Well there are. He hurt me."
I could see that hurt in her eyes. She was broken. I wanted to be the one that fixed her. I was pretty sure I was exactly what she needed. And right now, she was exactly what I needed. "I show people that are new to the city how to have a good time. It's not like I forced him to do the things he did."
"So you admit it?"
"Admit what?"
"That you're...that you..." She bit her lip. She didn't have the guts to say what was on her mind. It was that unspeakable and wrong. And she loved it. She loved what I was. "Did you even care that he was seeing someone?"
"Bee, he never mentioned you." I never asked questions. Some of the men even had wedding rings, but it was none of my business. None of them ever mentioned if they were with someone. I had assumed it, but I never knew it. Bee didn't need to know that. Finance jobs were as rough as advertising. Every man in a high level gig in this city needed to let off steam. Women had a hard time understanding that.
I'd tell her whatever she wanted to hear, though. I needed my cock deep inside of her. I was done messing around. She didn't need to know anything about my second business. I'd fuck her and be done with her, just like all the rest of them.
She looked down at her feet. I let my eyes wander down her curves.
