Page 144 of Their Courtesan
Chapter 37
MIGUEL
For the first time since moving to America, Miguel was conducting the sexiest parts of his personal business outside of the Château’s walls.
There were many reasons for them to sign their contracts in the city. For one, Monica was not in the mood to do a lot of traveling. Downtown was a convenient location for a woman content to hide out in her husband’s estate for the time being. Only downside? She admitted that this was her first time being away from her infant daughter, and she was anxious to be over with the meeting.
The other good reasons included less mileage on the Aston Martin and getting to see his gorgeous Judith in civilization. That wasalwaysa treat.
The four of them sat in a private room of a restaurant, drinking champagne and dining on semi-decent Italian food.Nothing is better than the real thing. It’s difficult to even compare.So, saying “semi-decent” was quite the compliment.
Somewhere between giving birth and going on maternity leave, Monica finished drafting the contracts for the trio of misfit lovers. They each had a copy, and both Miguel and Seth had submitted their first month’s payments. The only one looking nervous was Judith, who turned down more champagne and kept her lunch light.
You’d almost think she knows what we have planned for her.Technically, Miguel had first dibs on a date with her, but the two men had a nice, long, somewhat drunk chat about how best to please their mutual girlfriend and came to the same conclusion. Judith hadn’t been informed yet.It’s a surprise!Miguel, on the other hand, needed something stronger than champagne. A third glass would have to do.
“I have nothing to add,” Seth declared, after looking through his copy of the contract.
“You should. You should get a one-year discount for helping the boss have a baby.” Judith sent him a stark look.If she looks at me like that, I melt.There was something sexy about a particularly feisty woman.It’s like I want to fuck it out of her, but never actually accomplish it. I keep trying and trying…He crossed his legs. “What has this one done for you?” Judith gestured to Miguel. “He could’ve been there helping too.”
“As sorry as I am for having missed it,” and indeed, it was quite the story, “I am sure that there are other, better ways for me to make myself useful to Mrs. Warren. I’ll start by signing this contract and recommending all my European friends to her place of business whenever they are in the area.” He may or may not have spent one uproariously drunk party in London talking about how great the Château was.
“That is suitable,” Monica muttered. “I’m sure that within at least a month I will be more than happy to think about business again.”
The only one who had yet to sign their copy of the contract was, unsurprisingly, Judith. She perused it like a magazine, commenting on this, gawking at that, and wondering how in the world she was supposed to spend Christmas in Monaco and then fly back in time for New Year’s with Seth.
“It’s only fair that I get Christmas if he gets Thanksgiving.”
“You’re not even American…”
“Hence I do not care about Thanksgiving, but I do care about Christmas. My family is Catholic. We care a lot about Christmas.”
“You’re not going to make me spend it with your family, are you?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I? You’re my damn girlfriend. They’ll get over it.”
Even Monica looked as if she could hardly believe this. Seth simply shrugged. “Thanksgiving and New Year’s sounds fair to me.”
“I feel like I’m at a fucking custody hearing.”
“Now, pumpkin,” Miguel said with a grin, “cool it with the language. This is a fancy place for you Americans.”
She slugged him in the arm.
“Fantastic,” Monica quipped. “This is off to afantasticstart.”
Judith grabbed a pen and signed her contract. “Fine. You’ve both got me by the pussy.” She shot Miguel that melting look.I’m done. Goodbye.“How’s that language for you, Mr. Bolivar?”
“Is she flirting with me?” he asked Seth. “I think she’s flirting with me, but sometimes I can’t tell.”
“That is definitely flirting. She’s about ten seconds away from tearing off your pants.”
“Excuse you!”
“If she does, I hope you paint it. I want to start appearing in those paintings with her. This needs to be shared with the world.” Miguel jerked his thumb toward his crotch. “I’m thinking‘The Courtesan And Her Adonis Client.’Hm?”
“Could be fetching, but then I would have to stare at you naked.”
“You’re a doctorandan artist. It’s not gay. It’s for your passionate work.”
