Page 22 of Platinum Love: A BWWM Romance

“High end, executive. Think Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous meets Geoffrey Butler with my personal flair.”

“I’d expect nothing less from my platinum princess.” He winks.

“That’s it.” My body stiffens.

“What’s it?” He leans forward the excitement dancing on his face is contagious.

“I needed a name. Platinum Princess.”

“That’s too limiting. You don’t want to drive off your male clientele. What type of experience do you want your clients to have?”

“I want them to feel important with an air of prominence and exclusivity. Prestigious.”

“I think you got it.”

I need to move this energy around. I pace back and forth letting the words ruminate in my mind. Platinum. Princess. Prestigious. Prominence.

“Platinum definitely. That speaks to the level of quality and care and status.”

“Keep going.”

“Platinum Prominence. Yuk. I don’t even like saying that. Sounds stuffy.” Daddy laughs, shaking his head. “Platinum Prestigious. Platinum Prestige.”

I spin around, my eyes landing on Daddy’s. “Platinum Prestige.”

“Damn, that’s sexy.”

“Well, Platinum Prestige it is.” I rush over and kiss Daddy. “Thank you!”

“It was all you, Junior. I’m pumped about your presentation Friday.”

“Me too. I’m out, I got work to do.” I leave with the sound of his boisterous laughter filling my heart with excitement and pride. I have lunch with the guys, and then I’m off to see my man.

BEN

I finalize the orders with our vendors. Dylan and Asher handle the international ales and liquor orders, I handle everything else. Glasses, juice, produce, all of it. I close my laptop, and I see my world enter S&J.

Hunter has changed over this month. Today, she’s not all decked out but in jeans and booties, sexy as ever.

“What is that smile about?”

I glance over my shoulder and back, ensuring we’re alone. “It’s about your sexy ass.”

“Mr. Abbott, you keep it up, and I might give you some.” She winks, and I laugh.

“Woman, you are a mess.”

“And you love it.” She settles in the chair beside me with her upturned lips in my direction.

“That I do.” I kiss her. My head screaming mine, mine, mine. I’m like a selfish child when it comes to my Jo. I’m whipped, sprung, her willing slave, and I don’t give a damn who knows.

“Is this why you can’t return my calls, Hunter? You kickin’ it with the help now?”

Jo pulls away turning to the leech standing in front of us.

“Lewis, what are you doing here?” She glances at him, her face etched in stone.

“I saw you drive past. It’s hard to miss a Maserati in this area. I thought I’d catch you and apologize in person.”

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