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I’m still reeling at how deep Aide’s altruism runs, and how powerful a force for good this guy is, when Mamma asks with a devious grin and a shoulder shimmy, ‘So,tesoro, will you invite this very good-looking young man to Elle’s wedding?’
CHAPTER 31
Aide
I’ve put myself in Lotta’s work calendar.
The lunchtime slot.
It seemed appropriate given I plan to eat her.
Venus’ offices are, unsurprisingly, glossy and stylish and beautiful and expensive-looking.
Just like one of their founders.
It’s only been a few hours since we took our leave from each other, but I’m looking forward to seeing her in her working environment. The building’s lobby is white, sleek and flower-filled, with huge, muted canvases. White sofas flank low glass coffee tables on which rest big leather books. When I leaf through one, I realise they’re portfolios of Venus’ work, everything shot in black and white.
Fuck, these guys are good at what they do.
The pretty redhead behind the lacquered front desk blushes and smiles as she hands me a security pass and ushers me to the bank of lifts. I shoot her a grin that’s more apologetic than encouraging, because, more often than not, my looks tend to be a curse.
Sometimes they work in my favour, though.
Like on shitty building sites when glittering, captivating heiresses so far out of my league it’s not funny decide, for some unknown reason, that they like how I look wielding an electric drill.
Then I thank whoever’s up there for them. I might give a nod to my old man, too. He was the original black-haired, blue-eyed charmer with the gift of the gab and the roguish Dublin charm. I may have inherited his colouring, but the charm’s definitely gone astray somewhere.
No matter.
If Carlotta likes the way I look, and speak, and touch her, the way I can make her feel, then my cup is full.
I exit the lift and make my way across an open-plan floor of sleek desks, accompanied by a sleek young MBA-type. He doesn’t need to open his mouth to tell me he’s American—the white t-shirt peeking out from under his immaculate blue shirt gives the game away immediately.
The space is smaller than ours. At Totum, we went for a lateral layout in a huge repurposed warehouse in Kings Cross, whereas here at Venus they have several floors. But whereas our office is bright and friendly and screams creativity, the vibe here is more grownup. More sophisticated.
Carlotta’s standing in the doorway to what must be her office. I grin, because she’s a sight for sore fucking eyes. She’s in the same longish, floaty floral dress she put on this morning and some fuck-me heels that I’m a big fan of. The best thing about the outfit, though, is undoubtedly the tantalising row of buttons that run the whole way down the front of the dress. She’s got her arms crossed and bright red lips that instantly makes me want to wipe her lipstick off.
With my cock.
But that’s not why I’m here.
I’m here forher.
‘Thanks, Ash,’ she says to the guy as she stands aside to usher me inside. ‘Hello, stranger,’ she says to me.
I stroll through, hands in my pockets. I’m absolutely thrilled to see that her office has walls and a door, both of which are completely opaque.
All the better to ravish her behind.
I close the door and turn the lock before pressing her up against it. Her hands go straight to my head, pulling at my hair as she guides my mouth to those beautiful, pouty lips. She’s fucking beautiful, and she seems as hungry for me as I am for her, which is a miracle. I cup her jaw with one hand and the underside of her breast with the other while busying myself with kissing off that lipstick.
God, she’s perfection. I use the hand on her jaw to tilt her head so I can lick and nip down that swanlike neck and inhale her gorgeous floral scent. Her hands are moving over my shoulders. Down my back.
‘How the hell are you in a three-piece suit?’ she gasps. ‘I left you looking like Mark Zuckerberg this morning in your t-shirt.’
‘I’ve got a few hanging in the office.’ I pause to kiss her collarbone. ‘I’ve got a meeting later and averyhot date tonight.’
‘Mmm,’ she says, arching into me. ‘Very hot. Yeah. You should wear this all the time.’
