Page 3 of Seductive Scoundrel

Dean: Do you normally demand dates at restaurants that charge over $600/head?

Mia: Can’t Mr. Big Dick afford it?

Dean: Lucky for you, he can. But you’ll send me a picture of your face before then or else you’ll be dining – and paying – alone. Got it?

Mia: Yes, sir. I bet you liked that, didn’t you?

Dean: Fuck, yes. I have a busy day ahead of me, and now all I’m going to be thinking about is how you’re going to taste.

Mia: I could always come over and give you head under your desk.

Dean: You could. But you won’t. Don’t tease me, Mia, or I’ll make you beg for hours.

Mia: You will anyway.

Dean: You’re going to be trouble.

Mia: Can’t wait to see how you handle it.

I call my assistant, Jeffrey Gains, who is the most efficient mother fucker on the planet. But when I make my request, he laughs maniacally.

“Masa? On a Saturday night with less than a week’s notice? Have you lost your damn mind?”

“Make it happen. Call in a favor.”

“You’re asking for miracles, Dean.”

“Gonna get it done?”

He sighs dramatically. “You know it.”

Twenty minutes later, Jeffrey texts that Mia and I have a reservation at 7 PM. When I send her a message with the information, her reply makes me smile.

Mia: I’m officially impressed. I don’t know if your connections or your cock have made more of an impact on me this morning.

Dean: Answer wisely, woman, or I won’t buy you the $100 ice cream.

Mia: Let’s go with the full package. You still haven’t told me your name.

Dean: I should make you wait.

Mia: What if I send you a close-up picture of my breasts?

Dean: In that case, my name is Dean and I’m waiting for you to deliver.

I am officially impressed with Mia, too. And a foreign part of me wants to get to know her and find out more than her safe word. I’ll have six days to talk to her – and receive sexy pictures – before we fuck, which counts as my longest relationship. That will be enough time.

And if she looks like Jabba the Hut from the neck up, I’ll cancel. When I text Gordon to get a report on Mia, I tell him to leave out any pictures. I won’t admit it to her, but the anticipation is kind of nice. More than nice. It has me chomping at the bit to get closer to her, and I don’t even know what she looks like.

While I wait for the next picture to add to my spank bank, I put my mind back where it needs to be – the Montague offer – and relish in the knowledge that soon I’ll know everything there is to know about Dexter Senior, his son Dex, and little Miss Mia. Firm control of every situation I’m involved in is a given, and like my dad always tells me, knowledge is power.

If I play it right, by the end of the week I’ll make a shitload of money on Seneca and scratch my itch with Mia, clearing up my schedule to start my next venture and find my next conquest. Business-wise, I have several ideas brewing. Pussy-wise, I’m going to make it quick and easy after how much time, money, and distraction Mia will cost me.

But something tells me that she’s going to be worth it.

Chapter Two

Mia

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