Page 44 of Rhet

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I don’t botherwith the woman hustling behind Zeeta and me. I look down at Zeeta. Her sunglasses are on and her tan jacket rests over her shoulders like a cape. The pink turtleneck and gray leather skirt hugs her body. She will be the perfect distraction for Senator Barrett.

I pull open the two white oak heavy doors and walk right in.

“Hi, honey, I’m home.”

The scene before me makes me even more confident in the way I will handle this man. Desmond Barrett sits behind his huge desk with his head thrown back, mouth open, groaning as brown hair bobs up and down in his lap. Zeeta gasps behind me.

“You know Dessy, it would be a different story if your wife walked in on you during your hoetivities.” I smile.

He pushes the woman away. She tumbles to the floor and stares up at him in shock. Poor Dessy gets up, stuffs his baby dick back into his pants, his belt buckle makes a clinking sound.

“Rhet what are you doing here? Why didn’t they call me? Where is security?” he huffs as he sits back on the chair.

The woman hustles off the floor and begins to button her shirt.

“Clearly sucking your micro dick is the best way to your heart,” I reply.

The woman stares at me, as I tap for my cigar case. Shit, I left it at home.

“You look like a pro giving head. You don’t use hands, do you?” I bend and lift her chin with the tip of my finger.

Normally I would be a little hard from watching her skills. My penis didn’t even move.

“I don’t know if I should offer you a job or my lawyer’s number. Get the fuck out,” I say, watching as she struggles with her top and dashes out of the room.

I stroll behind his desk, grabbing the back of the office chair. “Can I sit on this? Is it safe or is it covered in STDs?”

“Fuck you, Banner.” He passes his hands over his forehead to wipe away his sweat.

I look back at Zeeta who’s now staring down at the office chairs. I wonder if I should have left her out in the lobby.

She doesn’t need to know what exactly is going on. However, I think it’s time for her to see the other side of my business world.

I gesture for him to get up.

Barrett stands making the last set of adjustments to himself. His face is cherry red, rising all the way to the top of his thick silver-white hair.

I move around him, spin the chair to have a good look at it. “STDs be damned.”

I sit in his chair and gesture for him to sit on the other side of the desk.

“You have some nerve, Banner,” He grumbles.

I ignore him, looking back at my PA.

“Zeeta, let me introduce you to the not so honorable Senator Desmond Barrett.”

Zeeta extends her hand for him to shake it. Barrett takes her hand and kisses it.

“Ah, ah, ah Dessy that’s not Charlotte. She wouldn’t let you fuck her for free,” I state.

Zeeta pulls her hand away, I can tell she is taken aback by my words.

“He fucked my fiancé years ago. Did I ever say thank you for that?” I ask.

Barrett’s jaw rocks like he has more to say, but he is keeping it to himself.

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