Page 93 of The Bad Girl

I breathe a sigh of relief. Akinyi is not someone you want to cross. People love her, and she’s well-connected. Rumor has it, some Middle Eastern prince proposed to her, offered her a palace even, and she said no.

Maxwell:That’s great. Let’s hope she stays passive.

Stacey:Oh, and btw, Nadine’s negotiations are coming along nicely. We’re in a meeting with her right now.

Nadine. Simply seeing her name on my screen makes my heart ache with want. She must hate me, sending Jenna to her apartment like I did. I had wanted to explain the situation to her myself, I should have demanded to, but there was too much going on. Too much at stake.

Not an hour goes by where I don’t think of her splayed before me with lust-filled eyes, her pussy begging for me to taste it, to devour it.

My mouth fills with saliva, craving her sweetness.

Now’s not the time.

Maxwell:Give her whatever makes her happy.

Stacey:She’s playing hardball. That a girl! I’ll keep you in the loop. Later.

I go to my bathroom to wash up, then head on over to my office, pouring myself a whiskey.

I scan the tabloid websites, wondering how they come up with some of the bullshit they publish when I feel a hand on my thigh and look over to my rent-a-girlfriend.

“You look tense,” Akinyi says, offering up a smile.

“It’s been a rough week, like something out of a movie.”

She chuckles. “Your life is like a movie.”

“I suppose it is. By the way, in case I haven’t said it enough, thank you.”

“You’ve only said it now five times, and I expect it ten more before I leave.”

“I really can’t believe Johnson got himself caught up in this.”

“Rich, powerful men often think they are gods and cannot understand the basic elements of kindness and empathy.”

I scrunch my brow. “Is that what you think of me?”

“Not at all,” she says, her hand creeping up my thigh, “and I think of you a lot.”

What is this all about?

“When things get tense for me, I schedule a massage,” she whispers, her hand now firmly positioned on the growing bulge in my slacks.

I groan as my cock springs to life, demanding to be let out.

“Is this what you want?” I rasp.

“Hush.”

Akinyi’s long fingers have my button undone in a snap, and her hand snakes its way into my boxers.

“Oh, God.”

Akinyi licks up the lobe of my ear as she begins working my shaft. “I’ve never claimed to be a god, but to some, I am an angel.”

As I try to relax and enjoy the moment, I feel a stab of guilt.

“Nadine.”