Page 63 of Broken Headboards

So if Austin plays his cards right, then some of that million dollar design work will come to Clarendon Tower because Oakmont can manufacture it.

Think of how amazing that shit would look in this condo. We’d be the envy of not just New York City but the entire fucking world.

I’m thinking of what it’ll be like to go to a party where I meet a cute chick who asks me where I live. I’d tell her Clarendon Tower. Her eyes would go fucking big and she’d go on about how she heard it was the most celebrated building in the city.

But every time I try to imagine who the girl I’m talking to would be…it’s Ashley.

Which really kind of makes this daydream fucking confusing because I mean Ashley already lives here, you know?

Just as I’m thinking this, I hear another knock at the door.

This time it’s Ashley.

“Are you still not ready yet?” she asks with a smile.

I look at the time as I reply, “You’re at least an hour early.”

“Maybe I wanted to catch you mid-prep,” she says as she walks in, giving me a chance to look at her ass. She’s wearing a short and tight black dress that really hugs her curves in a way that leaves almost nothing to the imagination.

Looking at her…wow. I have no fucking words.

“You look fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, taking a step closer.

“And you look fucking sweaty,” she tells me, taking a step towards my kitchen with a smirk. “Now go get ready!”

I’m a bit surprised that she came over this early. Does she not know this is a date? Wouldn’t she want to wait and see me at my best?

“You want to join me?” I ask, smiling broadly.

I can see Ashley look me up and down and I know she likes what she sees.

“It took me forever to get into this dress,” she says coyly.

“It’ll take me just a minute to get you out of it,” I tell her.

“But then we’d never leave,” she hits back.

“And?” I ask, taking another step closer.

“Well I’m hungry,” she answers.

I take a deep breath. I can smell her perfume. It’s driving me insane.

“I can give you something to put in your mouth,” I say, looking her in the eyes.

There’s a moment between us. Her eyes are blinking as she looks at me with a sideways grin, playing out a Morse code of desire and lust.

“Okay, horndog,” she says finally, clearly conflicted. “Go get ready. Shower!”

She pushes me away, but her hands linger for a just a second longer than they need to.

I put my file down on the kitchen counter. “Yes ma’am,” I say with a laugh and head to the shower.

My cock is as hard as a fucking rock.

I’ll get Taylor the Giovanni file tomorrow.

Tonight, it’s time to get ready for an evening with Ashley.

Who…yes, might just be the one.