The Love Of Money - Episode 184
30-07-25 (04:22)
"You know," she finally said. "I don't expect some sort
of commitment or even an answer right now. I know
you have a lot going on, and there's other women in
your life. I just needed you to know how I felt." She
cocked her head and gave me a hopeful look. "Can you
just think about it?"
"Danni, it's probably the only thing I'm going to be
thinking about all day," I said, kissing her fingers again.
In return, I received a radiant smile that threatened to
blind me.
"That's more like what a girl wants to hear," she said.
Then she looked a touch worried. "I hope I haven't
ruined your meeting"
"I'll manage," said.
Twenty minutes later, I kissed Danni goodbye at the
elevators. As she stepped in and turned around, she
gave me a hopeful little smile tinged with a bit of
sadness and kept her gaze fixed on me until the doors
slid shut. With a deep sigh, I ran my fingers through my
hair, tumed, and headed toward the kitchen. I had a lot
to think about.
I found Erin sitting at the island in the kitchen with an
open laptop and a bowl of assorted fruit. Her slender
fingers fished a piece of pineapple from the bowl when
she just so happened to look over the screen and spot
me. With a twinkle in her dark eyes, she pressed her
lips around the chunk of citrus and slowly sucked it into
her mouth. Then she took an exaggerated amount of
time to suck on her index finger, running her tongue
around its tip twice before removing it and grinning at
me.
It had the effect she was looking for. I could feel my
cock twitch in my pants, but apparently that didn't
translate to my face.
Her brow crinkled just above her nose, and she tilted
her head to the side inquisitively and asked, "What's up,
boss? Something bothering you?"
"Nah," I said as I made my way to the island beside
her. "Well, maybe."
I didn't go into it anymore since she wasn't the only
one in the kitchen. Another woman wearing tight-fitting
jeans was bent over in front of an oven, pulling out a
pan of fresh-baked muffins. The smell of sugary bread
mixed with a faint hint of banana filled the air, making
this place feel slightly more homey than previously.
The muffins weren't the only pretty sight, the chef was
too. I was
first introduced to her ass, which was considerable,
complimenting her wide hips. Once she stood up, I
could tell her build was more like Jessica's than any
other woman in my life, her figure more voluptuous.
Unlike Jessica, who had a little extra weight, this
woman had a full, shapely physique that looked well
cared for. She wore a green short-sleeved shirt tucked
into her jeans that displayed a very feminine body with
an hourglass shape that did a tremendous job of
highlighting beautiful curves.
When she turned to place the muffins on the
countertop, two things stood out this woman had
massive tits - larger than Jess's. Her neckline swooped
low, showing off a Grand Canyon's worth of cleavage,
and I had difficulty keeping my eyes off them. They
could have easily been double D's or even E-cups. They
looked full and healthy, stuffed inside whatever bra she
was wearing, and I wanted to dive headfirst into those
creamy mammaries and smother myself in them. What
a way to go.
When I was finally able to tear my eyes away from
her breasts, I noticed the second thing that stood out
her face. She was gorgeous, with generous lips, a
straight, Roman nose that fit her face perfectly, rosy
cheeks that colored a dark cream complexion, and dark,
stormy grey eyes. It was framed by a few strands of
hair that escaped her caramel-colored bun.
"Hi," I said, steering away from Erin's prying questions,
"Tim Marcus." I offered her my hand, and she took it.
"Hello, Mr. Upton," she said. "My name is Camille
Dupont. It's lovely to meet you." Her words were
accented in French, but not to the point where' it took
effort to understand. In fact, she spoke English
amazingly well.
She extended a hand, and I took it. Her arms and hands
declared her profession. Her fingers and palms bore the
calluses of her work, but not as many as I'd imagined.
Somehow, she managed to keep her hands relatively
soft despite the demanding job of a chef. I could see
several scars on her arms and hands, cuts and knicks
from knives, and burn scars from getting too close to
the heat. However, besides the evidence of her
profession, her skin was relatively blemish-free. Her
fingernails were well cared for - short but smooth.
"You're the new chef?" I asked.
"Oui," she said. "For as long as you like my food,
anyway."
"Well," I said, "if it tastes anything like it smells, I'm sure
I'll keep you around for a while."
Erin stood up, retrieved a coffee mug from a cabinet,
filled it with a fresh cup, and handed it to me. I took a
sip and said, "Goddamn, that's a good cup of coffee.
What did you do?"
Camille gave me a mysterious smile and said, "Mm-
mm, Mr. Upton. You have no reason to keep me if I tell
you how I make everything."
Erin said something in what sounded like perfect French
that I couldn't understand, and Camille broke out into a
full smile, complete with dimples on each cheek, and
snickered. I took another sip of coffee, my eyes
bouncing back and forth between the two of them. This
could be a problem.
I was about to ask what was so funny when another
voice from behind me cut in, "Morning."
Chloe walked into the kitchen wearing tight, black
Lycra pants and a dark red sports bra. Her shoulder-
length blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her
entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat that
emphasized how toned her body was. The muscles in
her arms, shoulders, and back rippled with every
movement, and her firm ass popped in the near-
painted-on fabric. The freckles that prominently dusted
her face and arms spread to varying degrees across her
chest, shoulders, back, and, to a much lesser extent,
along her lower back and abdomen. Speaking of
abdomens, hers put everyone else to shame; slight hills
and valleys of a well- formed six-pack subtly played
underneath her flat belly. She was toned, muscular, and
appeared to be in peak physical condition, but she still
managed to maintain a feminine quality. Chloe had
perfected whatever fine line that required, and my
mind conjured multiple dirty things that I could have
done to her in the bedroom.
No. That wasn't right. If anyone was having things done
to them in that scenario, it would likely be me. That
didn't make the scenario any less attractive, though.
She gave everyone a little nod and moved with cat-like
grace toward the cabinets where' Erin had retrieved my
cup. She poured a cup for herself, took a sip, and
hummed in pleasure.
Camille looked pleased with herself as she tumed
away from us and began working on more food for our
upcoming meeting.
"Went for a run?" I asked.
Chloe shook her head, 'No. I set up the workout
equipment Erin ordered. We have a gym, and it's back
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