Page 4 of Dirty Filthy Billionaire: Part 2

She darts her eyes away from me—nervous, now that my dick’s not in her mouth, I suppose.

She looks embarrassed and I feel a bit bad. “Nothing,” she says. “I guess I’ll go.”

“You should start researching the language of the clubs, more than just what BDSM stands for.”

“No, yeah,” she says. “You’re right. I have a lot of research to do.”

“Great,” I say. When she doesn’t move I add, “Let us know if you need anything.”

She turns to leave. “Okay. See you later…”

I watch her walk toward the door. It’s a beautiful sight, her backside. I definitely should have given it more attention. Next time, I think.

She forgets I locked the door and tries to jerk it open. It’s cute, actually. She finally gets it open and gives me a little wave goodbye.

I look back to my computer. Already another twenty-five emails. It’s going to be a long day.

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