Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“I know.” Okay, I guess we can add cocky and arrogant to the adjectives besides handsome. Awesome. What I don’t expect from the tone of his voice is how he has no problem slowly undressing me with his eyes, and how I seriously need to get my head examined because I’m absolutely not the least bit upset about it.
THREE
Parker
“Parker. Parker Hudson,” I respond watching as her body heightens with desire, the slight blush along her cheeks, the way goose pebbles dance along her flesh, and the more obvious would be the tightening of her nipples. Nessa can’t blame the air conditioning either, since I was witnessing the conversation between her and her mother. I didn’t let myself be known, rather staying in the dark shadows of the room as she rattled off more information than I was trying to find out, especially about Millie. Ezra will no doubt want to know, and I’ll give it to him, for a price.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Hudson.” I’ve got to hand it to her; she’s not what I expected. Of course, a woman willing to auction herself off in the form of helping children with cancer should have given me a clue. Her hand is soft, cool to the touch, and has me wanting much more than the date I’ve spent a fortune on.
“Parker, please call me Parker,” I respond, reluctantly pulling my hand out of hers when it’s the last thing I want. No, I’d much prefer bringing her closer, pulling her chest against mine, feeling the way her body comes alive when I’m near instead of watching it like I am now.
“Well, Parker, thank you for your contribution. If you’ll excuse me, I think there’s a gentleman who’d like to get your information. Then he’ll send over the details. From there, we can schedule our date.” As she speaks the last sentence, a deeper blush forms on her cheeks, the way she started the conversation, keeping it more businesslike than I want, I’m glad to see she’s unfazed.
“See you soon, Nessa.” I take a step closer; she stays rooted to where she stands, a slight tremble going through her body. The dress does me all kinds of favors, showing me how she reacts to my presence as well as my words. My head dips lower. Even in her high heels, Vanessa is still a good six inches shorter than me. I’m almost one hundred percent sure she thinks I’m going to take her lips with mine. I don’t, though. Instead, I graze her cheek. Her small intake of breath glides over my face, and the scent of something soft and sultry permeates the air surrounding the two of us. I inhale as much as I can to tide me over until I see her again. It's over before it began. Now isn’t the time or the place, but it will soon. When there aren’t prying eyes, whispering gossip among the elite, or for the next magazine article to do a four-page spread about a light kiss.
“Okay.” Her voice is breathless. The ring man who helped me during the auction is making his way towards us. I nod in reply to Nessa, leaving her while taking care of the hefty charitable deduction.
“Mr. Hudson, if you’ll come with me, please.” I don’t turn around until Vanessa does, wanting another look at her beautiful body, knowing it’ll be my fist I fuck tonight as I use my imagination about all the ways I’m going to have her in my bed. “Here’s the paperwork you’ll need to sign and instructions on how to make the wire transfer. After it’s been verified, I’ll release Miss Taylor’s number. You can make plans from there.”
“Thank you.” I take the paper, glancing over what would happen if I couldn’t complete the wire transfer, how it’d be forfeited, and the charity could come after me for a percentage of the bidding amount. A bunch of legal jargon about this not, in any shape or form, being a payment for any sexual relation. The fuck? It’s a sad state of affairs when it needs to be put in writing. These rich cock suckers can pay for sex anywhere else. I’d be willing to bet money half of them do, not that I’m judging any of them. If the woman is willing, making a living, they aren’t being taken advantage of, then have fun.
“Done.” I sign my name with a flourish, pull my phone out of my pocket, pull up my banking app, and instead of doing a wire transfer that could essentially take five to seven business days, I pay the fee to have it delivered to Cures for Children immediately.
“Thank you. I’ll go verify that the money went through then find you when it’s done to hand off the information.” We shake hands and part ways. I’m heading towards the bar, since my time with Nessa has come to an end for the night. Ezra will no doubt be there. Plus, I have some information he’d like to know in regard to Millie. I make my way, nodding my head to some, shaking hands with others, playing nice when necessary. This whole night isn’t my idea of fun. If it weren’t for our other business partners, Theo and Boston, who are both out of town for two different reasons—one on vacation, the other closing a deal on scooping up another floundering business, re-strategizing and making it a success.