The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (beautiful books to read .txt) 📗

Chapter 75- Allow me to make it up to you

Amberleigh would be a liar if she claimed she didn’t spend the rest of her day avoiding Leo and waiting for the billionaire to return home from work that evening.  While thinking naughty thoughts about what she planned to do to Grayson when the sun went down, she realized how much she’d let herself go while living in the penthouse. She was starting to look hella ratchet and furry as fuck.

Back at the Cobra Club, she was expected to look her best, and the club had its own in house services to keep its workers waxed and polished. One look down at her jagged nails and overgrown bush had her wanting to cry. But there was hope yet,  for the Preeminence  Tower had its own salon and spa a few floors down,. The perks of having connections to one of the most powerful men in the city, all she had to do was mention wanting an appointment to the butler. And like magic, she was sitting her ass in that white chair getting a pedi within a couple hours.

Not that she stopped with a pedi of course, she got her acrylics filled in, all her body hair waxed, and a massage. She also let the stylist at her hair, though it was a firm no on extensions and caramel lowlights thank you very fuckin much. And same with the spray tan, as she was already rocking some darker skin tone thanks to her dead beat Father’s genes. She was definitely back in the fuckin game for sure though.

The fee for those services went to the billionaire’s tab and she felt no fuckin shame. It was for his benefit she was doing this after all. She even picked something out of their lingerie catalog to be delivered to the penthouse later this evening. Tonight, she was going to show Grayson what he’d been missing out on. She would be in control and would blow his fuckin mind. And blow him no doubt.

Of course, she didn’t want to come off as desperate or pathetic, so she refused to wait for him by the front door or some shit. She may or may not have drug her heavy ass chaise across the marble floor near her bedroom door and left her door opened a crack so she could see him come in. Besides it was because she was cold and wanted to be under a heating vent, not like she was waiting for him to swagger in through the door or anything.

She had a shred of pride and dignity left, so her ass stayed planted in the chair when he came through the door around seven p.m. Fuck, he was gorgeous without even trying, even his wind tossed hair standing on end, and wrinkled shirt only made him look more perfect.  The butler was at the door collecting his suit jacket in a flash. It was scary how that man just seemed to teleport out of thin air.

“Welcome home sir. I picked up your dry cleaning and confirmed your reservation at Giorgio’s tonight for nine p.m.  The car will be here at eight thirty to pick you up.”

“Very well. Were you able to make it to the florist before it closed?” asked Grayson.

“Yes sir. The flowers are in your room. Can I do anything else for you Mr. Godwin?”

“No. You’ve done enough already Mr. Duvall. Where is Miss Dubois? I need to speak with her.”

Amberleigh ducked back into her room and made quick work of dragging that fuckin chair away from the door.  She managed to drag it over pinky toe and bit back a line of curses which would've made her mother proud. Was the billionaire going to give her flowers and take her to dinner? Something so public? Surely the media would have a fucking field day if the most eligible and hottest bachelor in the city took a sex club worker to dinner.

She barely had time to plop into the chair when there came a knock at her door.  She hoped she looked natural, panting and pretending to scroll on her smart watch when she yelled to come in. But Grayson appeared empty-handed, no flowers, though just his mere presence in her room during daylight hours was a gift in itself.  His tie was loosely hanging around his neck and his shirt unbuttoned. She no longer had to imagine what his chest looked and felt like though. Or the rest of his amazing body for that matter.

She knew she was grinning like a fuckin idiot but she couldn’t stop herself.

                                “Good evening. Did your meeting go well?”

                                “As well as can be expected under the circumstances. My father glared at me the whole time as I made it ten minutes before it began. And afterwards, gave me a lecture about he cannot in good conscience turn over the company to someone who acts so irresponsible and unprofessional.”

                Grayson rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled as he sat down on the end of the chaise besides her.  He rested his head against the back of the fancy couch. It was refreshing to hear him speaking so candidly in front of her.  Leo was right, the billionaire did have lots of responsibilities for someone so young.  And he looked so fuckin tired in more ways than one. She reached over and patted his arm.

                “I’m sorry. I’m partly to blame for your tardiness. Allow me to make it up to you.”

                “I’m not one fucking bit sorry. But you’re welcome to try,” he grinned.

                Amberleigh got up and walked around to position herself behind the tired boy. She slid her hands beneath his shirt and began to massage his taut shoulders. She felt him relax beneath her touch.

                “That feels so fuckin good,” he moaned.

                It felt so good to be appreciated after all. She could smell his hair as she leaned down over him to unwork the rest of the buttons down his dress shirt. She also got no complaints from him when she stripped off his cotton undershirt. Once his skin was bared to her, it was her domain to play with.

   He continued to moan as she massaged down the tense muscles in his back then slipped her hands down his chest and kneaded the tight pec muscles. He closed his eyes, and the sounds coming from the pretty boy’s mouth, only made her pussy moisten. But it seemed she wasn’t the only getting turned on, as his arousal was becoming more apparent through his dark slacks.

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