2. Harley
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I fell in love at a sex club.
Not the most glamorous way to do it, but what else could I say? The girl captivated me.
It was in the way her eyes skimmed the performers as they pleasured each other. The way her full lips tilted when one of them moved or did something she liked.
But most of all, it was in the way she held herself.
She was powerful, and she knew it. And not like in a Hollywood starlet way—the ones drunk on notoriety and the little bit of pocket change they managed to scrounge up by getting a few thousand fans, like that would get them anywhere in life.
She could make people hurt. She could make them pay . And she had some of the most powerful people out there eating out of her hand only so she could dig her perfectly manicured red claws into their jugular when they acted out of line.
So. Fucking. Hot.
I knew I had found the love of my life, and I would stop at nothing to get her.
Even if she was still refusing to work for me. Not that I really needed her to—the agency had lawyers. It was just a way in.
I leaned close to the cool window as heat ran through my body in a mix of arousal and jealousy.
The view from my apartment gave me a perfect look into her office—with the help of binoculars, of course.
It wasn’t what I’d usually go for, but it was the closest to her place of work.
When I was in the city, I could spend all my time watching her through the small side window that she never shuttered.
You would think someone with clients like hers would learn to have all her windows covered so that no one could see in. But maybe this was another quirk of hers.
Maybe she liked the idea of being watched.
I was more than happy to oblige.
I had checked all the apartments around, and none of them had the view into her office I had. If they did, I wouldn’t hesitate to pay the landlord to evict them. Or just kill them if they didn’t comply.
I don’t want anyone to see her. Not like this.
I had a perfect view of her chair, turned away from her desk. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open in pleasure. Her entire blouse had been ripped open, and she was idly plucking one of her nipples as the girl between her legs feasted on her cunt.
But what captivated me the most was how she’d let her hair down, the silky strands falling down her back and shoulders. Something small that meant so much.
She made sure to have it up, except when she was getting fucked. It was a physical representation of the way she was letting go and enjoying herself. She made sure to put it right back up again when it was all over and steel herself like it never happened.
When I finally got my turn, I wanted to tangle my hands in it. To fist it. To force the all-powerful woman to bend to my will.
A part of me hated watching someone else give her what I so desperately yearned to, while another loved seeing her enjoy herself.
But then there was another part of me… One who got a sick satisfaction from watching the girl between her legs try and fail to make everything else disappear from the lawyer’s mind .
She can’t do it, but I could.
I was confident that if it were me in there with her, she wouldn’t even think about looking at the time. She wouldn’t have to pull my mouth closer to take control of the situation and get off faster.
I would know exactly what to do.
She wouldn’t be bored with me.
My phone vibrating in my jeans had me clucking my tongue in annoyance.
I didn’t have to look at the caller ID to know it was Julian, my manager.
“I’ll be there by dawn,” I said as soon as I accepted the call and lifted the device to my ear. I never took my eyes off the lawyer. Not as she was so close to coming. I couldn’t miss it.
“I know you’re in New York,” he grumbled. “If you don’t get your ass on a plane in the next two hours, you won’t make it to?—”
“I’ll make it.”
She was so close. I could see that it wasn’t easy for her to come, but she was working for it. It was coming. She was making sure of it. Her mouth was falling open slightly, and her eyes screwed shut, desperately trying to grab hold of the feeling and force her body to yield to it.
If I ever get my hands on her, she will have to beg me to stop making her come.
“They want to take advantage of the sunrise,” he said, clearly not picking up on my annoyance. “The forecast mentions clear skies, and you will need to?—”
“Has the director never heard of a green screen?” I growled into the phone.
“Harley, if you are not here, I cannot guarantee?—”
“Then don’t. Take me off the set.”
I hung up and threw my phone to the ground.
The sound of it shattering was drowned out by the fast beating of my own heart as I watched her orgasm.
Her face relaxed suddenly, and a small smile teased her lips.
She was beautiful, as always, but there was something missing from it. Something I could give her.
She had to work for it and was relieved when it finally came. I wanted her to never see it coming. To be swept away so fully by her orgasm that I would get the real , unrestrained reaction to it.
What she gave that girl was a show.
And I wouldn’t settle for that.
I removed the binoculars and looked back at my assistant, Penelope, who was asleep, sitting with her back against the door.
She knew me well, including that she was not to disturb me during these moments. After all, she had seen just about every sick and twisted part of me and still stayed.
Probably because of the mountains of blackmail I have on her.
But at least I made sure she was fairly compensated.
I reached down and grabbed my broken phone before strolling to her. Her eyes fluttered open when I was just a couple of feet away.
“You stay here,” I ordered. “I’ll be back tomorrow night.”
“To-tomorrow night?” She pushed herself up, her eyes wide with panic. “But that means you’ll only be at the set for?—”
“A few hours. Yes.”
I rolled my shoulders and sent a text to my pilot letting him know I’d be on my way in thirty.
“I have no issue getting the job done,” I said, sending her a look. “If other people can’t get it done in the allotted time, that’s their problem. You need to meet with Laura tomorrow and convince her to take me on as a client.”
Fear crossed her face.
“But she’s already rejected us.” Her voice was shaky. “ And blocked my number.”
“Get a new one,” I said. “And go in person. Put a bouquet of fifty roses on my card. Make sure they match whatever shoes she wears tomorrow.”
Penelope blinked, and suddenly, like a switch, her work hat was on .
“It’s usually yellow if she has to go to the courthouse,” she murmured, her fingers picking at her clothes as she tried to remember. “No, that was rescheduled. So she’ll be wearing the blue suede ones she recently got. Okay. I can do that.”
I let an easy smile cross my face.
“I knew I could count on you,” I said as I slapped my hand on her shoulder. “Remember the updates.”
I hated leaving Laura so easily, but she hadn’t wanted anything to do with me so far, and unfortunately, I had to keep up appearances.
So off to the set I went.
But I’ll be back, Laura. And if you still refuse me next time…
I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.