Chapter 9 #2
I got up from the peach leather sofa and quickly fixed myself a drink, and hopefully my mood. A good whiskey should fix everything for me. It usually did.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang, and I opened the door and greeted the hot blonde who had served me on the plane.
She still had her uniform on. Either she hadn’t changed, or she put on the uniform just for me.
I wouldn’t blame her, a lot of people had fantasies about those in uniform – that was why dressing up as slutty nurses and hunky firefighters was so popular on Halloween.
I didn’t really care what she wore. Not now. Not today.
If I had to guess, she wasn’t a real blonde. Even though I didn’t know much about women’s hair color, something about hers didn’t seem natural.
“Care to give me a tour?” she asked. I answered with a nod and showed her around. No words were exchanged as she examined my place, analyzing my net worth, I’m sure. I wasn’t in a chatty mood, not with her anyway.
“This way, May.” It sounded like a demand, just as I’d intended. I wanted to draw her back to the living room. And to remind her to keep her nose out of my business.
“Melanie.” She rolled her eyes, seeming annoyed that I didn’t remember her name. I couldn’t be responsible for remembering every woman that hit on me, could I?
“Ah, all English names sound the same to me.” That’s right . I shamelessly used our cultural differences to my advantage.
“Aww, so cute.”
See. Works every time. It was a shame that she didn’t get a job as some kind of investigator or inspector, she walked around as if she was one – investigating every corner of the place.
The smaller apartment obviously wasn’t as large as upstairs, but it was still situated in one of the most expensive and desirable buildings in New York.
“I would die for one of these apartments.”
Right, this was a very nice home for New York standards.
And the one upstairs would blow her mind, unless she was Trump’s daughter, which I knew she wasn’t – not that I would be interested in bedding his daughter.
As soon as she was satisfied with what she saw, she pulled me down hallways until she found the master bedroom and started undressing herself.
“Wait.” I honestly didn’t know why I wanted to wait. A woman with such initiative was usually a huge turn on for me. She paused, leaving the last button of her shirt undone. Her face clearly said, “what now?”
“Let me grab you a drink.” Finally, I managed to come up with something to say. I ran out of there so fast anyone would think she was going to rob me.
“Can I have a gin and tonic?” She raised her voice.
“Sure. Anything for you,” I mumbled, not really caring if she could hear me.
As I reached the bar in the living room, I poured out a gin and tonic from a can into a glass for her.
I heard that they weren’t very nice, but that was what I decided to stock in this apartment.
Besides, if the drink was horrible, then no one would ask for a second, which meant that there was nothing else to do in here but fuck or fuck off.
Melanie appeared at the edge of the living room, leaning her curves on the door frame, watching me.
“What kind of music do you like?” I handed her her glass before moving to my sound system. As simple as I wanted to keep this place, music wasn’t something I would go without.
“What?” Melanie sounded surprised by my question. Maybe she was hoping for a quick fuck as much as I was. But the way she checked out my apartment suggested that she was perhaps after something more.
I tried to respect every job and every career choice.
And being a flight attendant was a respectable job.
But a lot of them did try to look for a wealthy husband while they were on the job – in my experience anyway.
Not many succeeded though, because rich men knew about this and often used it to their advantage.
Sometimes, if they were willing, they would end up as a kept mistress where all their needs and wants were taken care of.
A few of my friends met their mistresses that way.
“Never mind. I’ll just put on some jazz.
” Everyone liked jazz, right? It didn’t really matter, I only had an old fashioned stereo there and I only had one record.
I really should add more music to the mix.
But then, what was the point when the only purpose of this apartment was to bring home my one-night stands?
And if they managed to keep my attention, then I’d let them explore my playroom.
That was it. They would never get to see where I lived.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be so sweet,” Melanie whispered next to my ear. I cringed ever so slightly. I wasn’t expecting her to creep up next to me. I froze as I found her hand stroking my cock through the not-very-sexy sweatpants. “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”
What the fuck? Did she think that I was delaying sex because I was a virgin? But as soon as she leaned in and kissed me, I dodged like I was avoiding a bullet.
“Do I look like a freaking virgin to you?” That was really impolite of me to flinch. “I’m so sorry. It must be jet lag.”
That’s right, blame it on the jet lag.
A teasing smile escaped her mouth, and it just occurred to me that she was just joking. Gosh, I had no idea how tense I was until then. I could really try to blame it all on the jet lag, but I knew that wasn’t it.
Jenny and June’s situations had definitely affected me a whole lot, but it shouldn’t have gotten to me so much.
Years of conducting business had taught me to be calm during stressful situations.
Trust me, we've been through worse in my company.
The number of throats I had to cut to get to where I was was uncountable.
As much as people loved me and celebrated my success in business, there were also a lot of people who hated me for kicking their asses in the field.
“I see. Come sit down next to me.” When she held out her hand to take mine, I let her and luckily, I didn’t pull back this time. She sat on the long side of the L-shaped sofa. Then she helped me lean on her legs while she massaged my head.
The massage was really comforting, and I started drifting into sleep. Then I heard her voice.
Not really her voice.
June’s voice.
“Not all of us are gold diggers you know?”
I jumped a little as I opened my eyes and realized that I must have been dreaming. Melanie was still here. “We don’t have to do anything you know.”
“I’m sorry, I’m really tired.” I felt like an asshole for inviting Melanie here for nothing.
“I get that. I thought you wanted to see me. More of me, you know.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have texted you if I didn’t.” I lied.
I would text anyone with a pretty face and a nice rack. But I knew what I should and shouldn’t say to a woman, regardless of what I thought.