Page 28 of French Martini

“You said you had an errand in the city.”

“Oh. Right. There’s a boutique I like. I want to see if they have any outfits for me.”

“Cool. Have a good afternoon, huh?”

“Thanks. Oh, did you hear back about the proposal?”

He smiles, nodding. “Yeah. I’m in. Yves talked it over with his business partners and they liked it. It’s a huge contract for me.”

“Congratulations.” I rub his arm. “They chose wisely.”

“Thanks. Maybe I can go over some of my ideas with you and get your thoughts?”

“I’d like that.”

“Guess I’ll see you later then.”

“I’ll head out with you.”

I grab my coat and walk to the front with Oakley. He pats my arm before going back to his table where some of his employees are sitting. Indy is talking to Florian, so I swing over to let him know where I’m going, then I dip before I can lure Oakley back to the office and end up on my knees.

This little game is going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be.

TEN

OAKLEY

I’ve spentthe last two hours digging through my closet trying to find decent clothes for the upcoming events. I have a suit that needs to go to the dry cleaner, but other than a few shirts and pairs of slacks, I don’t have much else. Even though he didn’t say so, I feel like I need to step up my game a little if I’m going to be Lowen’s arm candy.

Problem is, I don’t exactly know how to do that, and the person I would normally ask is Lowen. Keson would know but he’s on trip with his man. Who else do I know that has a strong fashion sense? I shuffle over to my bed and plop down, taking my phone out of my pocket and scrolling through my contacts until I land on one that brings a smile to my face. Of course.

I dial the number, tapping my foot on the floor until he answers. “Hey, Oak.”

“Hey, Sam. How’s it going?”

“All good. Are you okay?”

“Yep. I need a huge favor though.”

“Does it involve riding that horse cock of yours?”

I practically choke on my own spit. I forgot how filthy his mouth is. “Not this time. It’s a little more practical than that.”

“Intriguing. What’s up?”

“I’m attending some super fancy shit next week. I need some new clothes. Would you be willing to go shopping with me?”

Sam is silent for a second, but before I can sell my idea further, he squeals. “Are you serious? I get to dress you up? I’m so in.”

Chuckling, I let my shoulders drop. “Awesome. I’m on a tight deadline. Can I pick you up after work tomorrow?”

“You bet. I still work at the bank.”

“Sweet. I’ll shower and be there around five. I’ll buy you dinner for your troubles.”

“But no cock?”

“Sorry, can’t.” The idea of fucking Sam, as amazing as he is, doesn’t appeal to me at all now that I might have a real chance at Lowen. “I’m kind of wrapped up in someone right now.”

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