We're having our weekly meeting so Taylor is excited. A new buy on the horizon always gets him excited. I suspect Ora is on the receiving end of that excitement if the way they slide salacious looks at one another is any indication. Warned that idiot to keep his dick in his pants after his last assistant started chasing feelings.
Taylor chases cash, ass and little else.
I chuckle at my own cleverness before my phone buzzes with a message.
“Can do. Wait...four p.m., yes?”That chuckle turns to a laugh as I swipe to answer with a grin.
“Of course, four p.m. Business hours seemed safe.”I shoot back, watching as the dots dance to show they are typing back.
“Business hours depend on said business, I suppose. 4pm, Good Sir. Where is Lexington?”I laugh out loud, all but ignoring Taylor now.
“Where are you located? Might make it easier to meet close.”
“Could be a killer. Either one of us. No details. Four PM. Lexington. Will find my way, Good Sir. Name is Ella. Will be the one all in white.”I smile at the phone, rolling that name around in my head. Ella.Ella.Ella.
“See you at four, Ella. Until then.”I slide my phone into my pocket, blinking at Taylor as he and Ora make blatant eyes at one another.
“Ora,” Her eyes swing my way as I steeple my hands, “You are fired, my dear. My apologies. Fuck him without getting paid for it. See you at the airport in an hour, Taylor.” Winking at them as they gape at me, I head out of the conference room to my office, chuckling as I go.
Good Sir. Who are you, Ella?
Two hours later, as we tour a hotel we have had our eye on for over a year, I am still thinking this.
Taylor is not speaking to me since I fired his fuck-buddy but I don't give a shit. He'd do the same if it were me and we both know it. We're in this shit together and banging every skirt that comes through our office and opening us up to lawsuits and payoff threats is no way to build a business.
“I didn't fuck her yet.” Taylor sighs once we finish the tour and head back to our hotel.
“Liar.” I smirk at him, knowing that him breaking the silence will lead to as close as we get to an apology.
“I swear. Girl sucks dick like a champ and got some pussy tastes like caramel cream. Might not get a chance to fuck that creamy goodness now, thanks to you.” He smirks though because we both know better, but I shrug.
“Can't risk it. Ought to know better by now.” A lot of women work for us, at our hotels as well as our offices, some of them just there to get their shot at us. I am cautious as hell. Taylor often picks from the staff like it's his personal escort service, though.
“I know. I like her actually,” Taylor pops his brows up high, sighing as he shoves his hands through his sandy hair, “Otherwise I might have fucked her weeks ago. Besides, it was a dick move firing her the way you did.” Because I own two percent more, and make most the final decisions, he knows he has no say. Doesn't stop him from saying shit though.
“Dick move was letting yet another assistant suck you off while getting paid for it. Gonna cost us some day, Taylor.” Another sigh lets me know he's ready to end the discussion.
“I won't let it. Anyway,” Dragging out every syllable, he draws my attention from my phone, “Who you been texting all day?” I frown, realizing I've read over my messages several times today. Mostly, the ones from Ella.
“No one. We good, though?” I swipe a message open even as I ask, ready to type out the question I have been wondering the answer to all day.
“Of course. Won't do it again.” Taylor smirks like he might actually mean it, but I'm not buying it.
“Good to hear.” I toss off, knowing my indifference will piss him off.
“Who are you, Ella?”I shoot it off, wondering if she will even respond.
Two minutes later, my phone pings. I smirk. Course, she responded. I wonder if she snooped through the phone. Didn't need to be a genius code cracker to get a peek. My cock jerks in my trousers as I think of mysterious Ella skimming her pretty little hands through my filthy photos.
“I am...me. Who are you?”My grin feels like it's going to split my face in half.
“I am Knox. Who are you existentially, Ella?” Dots dancing let me know I have her attention.
“Midwesterner. Dreamer. Dancer. No poles involved. Actually, not true...I teach some pole classes once a month. Want a lesson?” Well holy shit.
“I just might. You teach then? Where at?”My fingers are flying across the screen before I realize we're back at our hotel.
“Dinner at the bar tonight?” Taylor asks as we head in, both of us headed in different directions.
