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I’m still standing there, dazed and confused, when a couple of minutes later, Liam walks into the room.

“Hey, is everything okay?” He looks at me, a nervous smile on his face. “I hope that you didn’t get upset that I…”

“I’m not upset abour anything to do with you, Liam. When are you going to get that through your thick skull?” I know I’m sharper than I should be, but it’s because I’m confused and annoyed by the conversation with my dad. Is he broke? It’s all I can think about, and what does he mean it’s an engagement party?

“You look completely distracted,” Liam says, stepping forward. “Please tell me you don’t regret what happened earlier. I mean, I can pretend I didn’t see…”

“I don’t care.” I stare into his eyes. “I don’t care if you fucking go to bed tonight and masturbate thinking about my pink pussy. You can do whatever you want.” I lick my lips.

“I’m not embarrassed. I enjoy touching myself. I enjoyed making myself come, and I enjoyed watching you watch me because I’m a woman that loves pleasure. Do you understand what that means?”

He nods slowly for a couple of seconds. There’s a shocked expression on his face.

“I know this is cliché, but you really are different from every other woman I’ve ever met in my life.”

“I’m sure I am,” I say, grinning at him. “That’s something I’ve heard many times, and usually, it’s not been well-intentioned.”

“Well, I’m telling you that I’m very well-intentioned when I say that. I like that you’re different. I like that you own your sexuality. And, you’re right, tonight, the first thing I’m going to do when I get under the sheets is pull my hard cock out of my boxer shorts and close my eyes and think about your jiggling titties and your glistening pussy. And I’m going to picture myself thrusting into you deep and hard. Yeah,” he groans, “I canalready picture myself ejaculating, thinking about it hitting you on your flat stomach.” He licks his lips. “You like that?”

“I can’t say that particularly turns me on,” I say, shaking my head as I lie. My panties are growing wet again.

“Anyway, shall we head out? I’m sure there’s other work we have to do.”

“Okay. I guess when you’re done, you’re done, huh?”

“I guess so,” I say. “So, what are we doing this afternoon?”

“Other than teasing each other mercilessly?” He grins.

“Other than that,” I say, nodding.

“Well, I thought we could look over some other documents and resorts and maybe start coming up with a game plan for the ideal travel destinations for singles between the ages of twenty-one and fifty-nine.”

“That’s a pretty wide group,” I say.

“Well, I want to attract many people with money.” He grins. “You know what I mean?”

“I guess so.” I nod slightly. “I just want to say that I’m very grateful that you’re including me in this project. I know it’s not why you hired me, but…”

“I want to take advantage of all your skills,” he says. “It seems to me that you’re a woman of discerning taste, so I think you can help me create the number-one travel resort in the world.”

“I’d like to think that I could. Will I get a bonus if I do?”

“Of course,” he says. “Multiple bonuses if you want.”

I stare at him for a couple of seconds, and I can see from his glittering eyes that ‘multiple bonuses' mean something very different in his eyes.

“I’ll take the cash, thank you,” I say.

He bursts out laughing, and we head to the door.

“Ready? Or would you like something to drink?”

“I’m good to go,” I say, nodding, “but thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

We exit his apartment and head to the elevator. He presses the button and stares at me.