Page 55 of David's Proposal

I step to the side and scan the area. A few cabs are parked at the curb, waiting for their clients.

And then I spot her.

My chest tightens as I witness the moment she slides into the cab yet stalls for a second to talk to the man holding the door for her.

It’s not the cab driver.

He’s young––about her age––and wears a uniform.

A parking valet?

That is surely not his job.

The valets are supposed to handle the hotel business.

Yes, they can go out of their way and be helpful, but who am I fooling here?

She was all stern and pouty moments ago, and now she’s smiling.

He’s grinning too.

Whatever the hell he’s saying must be so fucking entertaining since she’s giving him a cute laugh.

The weirdest thing happens as my memory brings back the moment she sat on her knees in the elevator and sucked me like her life depended on it.

Those beautiful lips wrapped around me.

That beautiful hair moving like red silk down her back.

She was naked. Tits bare, almost nothing to cover the spot between her thighs.

And now, she’s giving him a moment. A smile and some of her beauty so he can have something to think about while happily jerking off.

The thought that this handsome guy ends his shift, goes home, takes a shower, and rubs one out, imagining her beautiful mouth around him, makes a vein almost explode in my neck.

A strange feeling rolls over me.

It’s like she walks into the wind, and the wind swirls around her, taking her away from me.

Meeting her here wasn’t the only bad idea. Having people like him work in this hotel is just as bad.

But I can’t fire him because he likes her.

I like her too, for fuck’s sake.

So why am I foaming at the mouth then?

If my stare could kill him, it certainly would.

She even touches his hand or forearm. The hand holding the door open for her, I suppose.

What are they talking about? And why does it take him so damn long?

Tuck her in and send her home, man.

I could start a bloody war now.

Finally, he laughs and nods a few times.

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