Page 3 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)
Magnus
Over a week had passed, and I still hadn’t managed to approach Iris. I knew if I asked Benedict for advice, he’d make me suffer for it until my fucking deathbed. At one point, I’d even searched the internet for how to pursue a younger woman—big mistake. Half the results were warnings aimed at women—how to avoid older predators. I closed the browser. Never searched for anything like that again. Not on my work servers.
The world had changed a lot in the last twenty-five years. When I hooked up with Leona, it had been hormones, cockiness, and non-stop sex. No thought. No fear. Just fire. Now I couldn’t stop wondering—would I even satisfy a younger woman?
Heels clicked outside my door. I tugged at my tie, pulse ticking faster. But they faded away. My mobile rang. Luke.
“Hello, son,”
I said, already bracing.
“Hey, Dad,”
he muttered, sounding drowsy. I glanced at the time. Three thirty.
“So… Mum told me about the divorce—”
“I tried calling you,” I cut in.
“Uh. Yeah. I’ve been busy looking for a job,”
he added, and someone giggled in the background.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. This was my fault—the cost of being an absent father.
“Luke, we got married because you were conceived. It’s time we both moved on.”
Silence.
“Mum said you’d cut me off.”
“No. I said if you didn’t get your act together, I wouldn’t leave you the company,”
I replied, tapping my desk.
“So you’d still leave me the money?”
Anger flared.
“How about we start weekly drug tests and discuss it then, son?”
I said coldly, just as someone knocked on my door.
“I have to go. I’ll call you after work.”
He started to respond, but I hung up.
They were like two peas in a pod.
The door opened, but it was only Kate.
“I’ve not seen the new girl around much,”
I said casually, keeping my tone light.
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s actually very clever. Reorganised every file on my computer and set up my emails in priority order. If she wasn’t interested in business law, I might’ve felt threatened,”
she added with a grin.
“She’s in HR at the moment.”
I swallowed—hard.
I was innocent. So far.
“HR?”
“She’s getting a feel for how the business runs before she settles into the legal team. I’ve only had good feedback from everyone.”
Clever and outgoing.
Of course she was.
She probably had a boyfriend. A young, attractive woman like that wouldn’t be single.
What the fuck was I thinking?
***
It took me another week to drop by HR, only to discover that she’d already moved on to the investment and analysts team.
When I asked Li-hua how she’d been, there was more of the same: praise, admiration, glowing feedback. The young woman was apparently a prodigy.
Damn it. At this rate, she might actually get hired.
As I spiralled, jogging down the stairs like some obsessed intern on a caffeine high, I made a firm decision.
A sugar baby was out of the question.
She wasn’t Leona.
It was back to the drawing board.
***
I lay on my leather chaise longue, swirling my scotch. When I glanced at the city lights, my eyes locked on my reflection. The tips of my hair were still dark, as were my eyebrows, but my beard and the sides of my head were dusted with white. I rubbed at my jaw, debating whether to shave it off—or just dye the whole damn thing.
There was that sex app all the youngsters were using. I pulled out my phone, thumb hovering, but I didn’t go to the app store.
Instead, I opened the app where I stalked my employee.
Under the alias Mary Palmer, of course.
I took a long gulp of scotch. The burn was worth it.
Iris Dalton. Stunning. Vibrant. I’d probably come in my pants from the flash of a nipple. She posted a photo the other day of a matcha latte, and I nearly lost my fucking mind. It wasn't the latte, but the breasts that accompanied it.
I didn’t want the sex app.
No.
I wanted Iris Dalton in every filthy way possible.
My wanking sessions were getting out of control. Every night, the same need and hunger—and it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Craved more.
Tomorrow.
I would have her in my office tomorrow.