The Love Of Money - Episode 270
17-08-25 (14:17)
My words had an immediate reaction; Erin's hips
pressed into me, and she whimpered into Bobbi's
mouth as they continued to kiss. Through it all, she
gave a slight nod, confirming that she understood and
that she would obey.
Eventually, the three of us parted, and I adjusted the
hardon in my shorts before turning around. I wanted to
take Erin back to my room and fuck her, but both of us
had things we needed to do. Besides... I was hungry for
more than sex after the workout I'd just had.
"I'm gonna get a shower and grab a bite to eat," I said
to Tara. "They're all yours."
"Sounds good," Tara said, her voice sounding a little
thicker than what I'd grown accustomed to hearing
over the last half hour. "Same time tomorrow."
After I left the ladies in Tara's capable hands, I went to
take a shower, changed into some clean clothes, and
headed down to the dining room. A nice salad had
already been laid out. I wasn't normally a fan of what
Dillon called 'rabbit food,' but whatever Camille did
made eating greens an enjoyable experience. I'd just
started digging into it when Camille entered the room
with a pitcher of sparkling water filled with cucumbers
and various fruits.
"Hey, Camille," I said as she placed it down in front of
me.
The young French woman gave me a warm smile and
said, "Hello, Mr. Upton! Congratulations on your win
yesterday!"
"Thanks," I said, taking it without explaining how my
win had come with a ton of baggage. "Are you settling
in okay?"
"Oui," she said. "The apartment is beautiful, and some of
our own pieces have already arrived."
"That's great!" I said. "When will your fiancé arrive?"
"He arrived last night, in fact," Camille said. "He'll only
be here for a few days, then he needs to head back to
Stockholm to finalize everything there before coming
back for good."
"Oh!" I said. "I hope I didn't drag you away from
anything. If you need to take a couple days off—"
"Nonsense," Camille said with a pleased smile. "This is
my job, and I wish to keep it."
"You can take a day off to spend time with your
fiancé," I said. "You're doing an amazing job."
"Thank you," she said. She hesitated a beat and then
asked, "Would you like to meet William"?
"Um... yeah. Is he in the building?"
"Yes, sir."
"Have him come up," I said. "We can have lunch
together. Unless that's weird or something."
"Not at all," she said. "I'll have him come up."
She left to summon him while I finished my salad. I'd
taken two more bites when I got a text. Good morning!
I hadn't saved the number on my phone, but looking at
the texts above, I immediately knew who it was.
Good afternoon, Carla.
Is it noon already?
Yeah. What can I do for you?
I was wondering if you're free tonight.
I don't have anything planned.
Good. I'd like that date you promised me.
Tonight?
Don't worry. I've already got a table reserved, and you
don't even have to pick me up. Minimal work on your
part. I'm expensive. Not high maintenance.
I considered it. I had promised Carla a date, but did I
really want to follow through with that sort of thing?
Hiro was already mad that I'd already conspired with
his wife and had declared that we were through. Did I
want to possibly be seen in public with his wife and
make matters worse?
On the other hand, could matters get worse? Carla and
I had used each other to get what we wanted while
driving a gigantic wedge between Hiro and what he
was after. He was pissed, and Chandler did say that
the man loved to hold onto grudges. What if I couldn't
patch things up between me and the old man? He had
extensive resources, and even though I had more, that
didn't mean the man couldn't make my life difficult. He
had vast amounts of experience and connections that I
could only imagine. Who knew Hiro Tanaka better than
the woman who had shared his bed for years? If the
bridge with Hiro was burned, I couldn't exactly afford to
alienate an ally like her.
I texted her back, trying hard to play down the date
aspect of what this was supposed to be. Yeah. I can
meet up with you.
Love the enthusiasm. It's a date! See you at seven
tonight! Don't be late!
She texted me the address, and I forwarded it to Erin,
asking her to pick me out something to wear and
arrange transportation. Then, I returned to my salad,
entertaining the different scenarios that could result
from our date.
Eventually, Chloe escorted a man into the dining room.
He stood about six feet and three inches tall, dressed in
dark slacks and a blue button-down shirt. His blonde
hair was cut close to his head on the sides while longer
on the top. With piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw,
he looked like the typical Scandinavian whose
ancestors probably pillaged and fornicated their way
across Denmark and Northern England.
"Mr Upton," he said as he approached and extended a
hand, "William Wiggen."
I stood and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, William."
I invited him to sit down and got to know him better.
He thanked me for the apartment and for Camille's job.
A few minutes later, Camille came out with a large
chicken on a platter and set it down in front of me. She
gave both of us a smile and left, coming back a few
minutes later with a large bowl of some kind of cream-
based gravy. I thanked her and moved to grab the
large knife and fork to serve myself, but she picked up
the utensils, carved me a piece of chicken, and spooned
a generous portion of gravy before adding vegetables.
The entire time, I kept noticing how William kept
looking at her—like he was a long-lost puppy. The other
thing I noticed was that Camille had removed her
apron and wasn't wearing the uniform I'd seen her in
this time. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans that
molded perfectly against her generous ass and a t-shirt
with a low-cut neck that did an amazing job of
showing off her massive cleavage as she leaned over
the table to serve me my portion.
The next thing that surprised me was that when she
was done serving me, she placed the utensils back
where' she had found them, gave us another smile, and
left us to continue our conversation. She hadn't offered
any food to her fiancé. It felt a little strange, but at the
same time, serving wasn't exactly her place. She'd
probably been offering me lagniappe since I didn't have
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