Boy?”
“Yes, I’ll sublet it. As for the ex—speaking of things I’d like you to say more quietly,” she hissed.
“I thought Chlamydia Boy was his name. When I tagged his door last night in red, it’s what I wrote on there.”
“You what?” she squealed in disbelief, attracting the attention of several guests with her volume. “You didn’t!”
“I told you I used to lead a life of crime. Let’s say I had a slight relapse before I came to Greenwich.” He grinned wickedly.
“I love you,” she said, kissing him.
“See, I didn’t even have to buy a ring. I could just vandalize your ex’s door to win you over. Anybody else you want tagged? Crazy on Cates’s door maybe? Indecisive for Hannah?” he teased.
“You keep that shit up and I won’t visit you in jail,” she warned.
“What? No conjugal visits?” Desmond faked a whine.
“No way. You’re embarrassing me.”
“Wait, no, embarrassing is...let me hump you on the dance floor.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“Really? ‘Make me’? That’s the best you can do?”
“You haven’t seen the best I can do, baby,” he said with a slow, heated smile.
“Then show me. Audacity is everything, or so I’ve been told.”
END OF BOOK 2
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A Matter of Taste
Book 3 : November 2014
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“That’s right, Miss Hollingford, number nine on the list. Rebecca, actress, 27. Tonight at the Blake, say eight o’clock,” Jasper told his social secretary.
So far, the project had worked like a charm. Hot and cold running blondes at the touch of a button. Last night’s text had delivered a stunning lab assistant to his favorite sushi place in a barely-there bandage dress. She wouldn’t eat, swearing that there were bacteria in raw fish, so he didn’t even have to buy her dinner, just a dirty martini. Tonight he wanted someone light and fun. An actress sounded just right, although 27 was a little on the elderly end of the spectrum for his taste.
Jasper had had a productive day, finalizing the acquisition of two more promising competitors in the wind energy industry. He didn’t care much about green energy, but he liked to breathe and figured it was easier to make a profit off people who were healthy and generating income to buy his other products. It seemed a sound investment. Better than those e-cigarettes he’d passed up; although they were gaining popularity, he still thought they looked ridiculous. He hoped the actress didn’t smoke plastic cigarettes or anything else…he couldn’t stand the taste.
At eight, Jasper was sitting at the bar at the Blake in the same suit he’d worn to work. If it had been a date or an event, something where he had to worry about the impression he’d make, he would have gone home to change. As it was, he was able to work straight through until 7:45 and still make it to his rendezvous on time. He congratulated himself again on the sheer convenience of his planning…investing in a hotel with a lux bar close to the office, hiring a secretary and ersatz bagel boy to orchestrate his social life. It was good to be king, he mused
“Yes, I’ll sublet it. As for the ex—speaking of things I’d like you to say more quietly,” she hissed.
“I thought Chlamydia Boy was his name. When I tagged his door last night in red, it’s what I wrote on there.”
“You what?” she squealed in disbelief, attracting the attention of several guests with her volume. “You didn’t!”
“I told you I used to lead a life of crime. Let’s say I had a slight relapse before I came to Greenwich.” He grinned wickedly.
“I love you,” she said, kissing him.
“See, I didn’t even have to buy a ring. I could just vandalize your ex’s door to win you over. Anybody else you want tagged? Crazy on Cates’s door maybe? Indecisive for Hannah?” he teased.
“You keep that shit up and I won’t visit you in jail,” she warned.
“What? No conjugal visits?” Desmond faked a whine.
“No way. You’re embarrassing me.”
“Wait, no, embarrassing is...let me hump you on the dance floor.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“Really? ‘Make me’? That’s the best you can do?”
“You haven’t seen the best I can do, baby,” he said with a slow, heated smile.
“Then show me. Audacity is everything, or so I’ve been told.”
END OF BOOK 2
Book 3 Released September 2014
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Men of the Capital Series
The Billionaire’s Hotline
A Matter of Taste
Book 3 : November 2014
Excerpt from ‘The Billionaire’s Hotline’ Download Instantly Today!
“That’s right, Miss Hollingford, number nine on the list. Rebecca, actress, 27. Tonight at the Blake, say eight o’clock,” Jasper told his social secretary.
So far, the project had worked like a charm. Hot and cold running blondes at the touch of a button. Last night’s text had delivered a stunning lab assistant to his favorite sushi place in a barely-there bandage dress. She wouldn’t eat, swearing that there were bacteria in raw fish, so he didn’t even have to buy her dinner, just a dirty martini. Tonight he wanted someone light and fun. An actress sounded just right, although 27 was a little on the elderly end of the spectrum for his taste.
Jasper had had a productive day, finalizing the acquisition of two more promising competitors in the wind energy industry. He didn’t care much about green energy, but he liked to breathe and figured it was easier to make a profit off people who were healthy and generating income to buy his other products. It seemed a sound investment. Better than those e-cigarettes he’d passed up; although they were gaining popularity, he still thought they looked ridiculous. He hoped the actress didn’t smoke plastic cigarettes or anything else…he couldn’t stand the taste.
At eight, Jasper was sitting at the bar at the Blake in the same suit he’d worn to work. If it had been a date or an event, something where he had to worry about the impression he’d make, he would have gone home to change. As it was, he was able to work straight through until 7:45 and still make it to his rendezvous on time. He congratulated himself again on the sheer convenience of his planning…investing in a hotel with a lux bar close to the office, hiring a secretary and ersatz bagel boy to orchestrate his social life. It was good to be king, he mused
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