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Of course she was.
She probably had a boyfriend. A young, attractive woman like that wouldn’t be single.
What the fuck was I thinking?
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It took me another week to drop by HR, only to discover that she’d already moved on to the investment and analysts team.
When I asked Li-hua how she’d been, there was more of the same: praise, admiration, glowing feedback. The young woman was apparently a prodigy.
Damn it. At this rate, she might actually get hired.
As I spiralled, jogging down the stairs like some obsessed intern on a caffeine high, I made a firm decision.
A sugar baby was out of the question.
She wasn’t Leona.
It was back to the drawing board.
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I lay on my leather chaise longue, swirling my scotch. When I glanced at the city lights, my eyes locked on my reflection. The tips of my hair were still dark, as were my eyebrows, but my beard and the sides of my head were dusted with white. I rubbed at my jaw, debating whether to shave it off—or just dye the whole damn thing.
There was that sex app all the youngsters were using. I pulled out my phone, thumb hovering, but I didn’t go to the app store.
Instead, I opened the app where I stalked my employee.
Under the alias Mary Palmer, of course.
I took a long gulp of scotch. The burn was worth it.
Iris Dalton. Stunning. Vibrant. I’d probably come in my pants from the flash of a nipple. She posted a photo the other day of a matcha latte, and I nearly lost my fucking mind. It wasn't the latte, but the breasts that accompanied it.
I didn’t want the sex app.
No.
I wanted Iris Dalton in every filthy way possible.
My wanking sessions were getting out of control. Every night, the same need and hunger—and it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Craved more.
Tomorrow.
I would have her in my office tomorrow.
Chapter 4
Magnus
I slipped the mirror and cologne into my top drawer and straightened my jacket.
“Come in,” I said as the door began to open.
Confident young woman.
Oh, sweet holy mother of God.
