The Long Hot Summer (Billionaire Season Book 1) by Kimball Lee Page A
Authors: Kimball Lee
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William, “I hold your family and your brother in high regard. As well, your brother’s mental health is of the utmost impor tance and I must know certain truths so that I might guide him correctly. To that end may I be so bold as to ask if you are seriously involved with this girl, William?”
“I’m not sure,” William said and immediately he was sorry the words had slipped out.
Chapter Seven
It was highly dangerous, William was well aware of t he fact. Dangerous to let his foot rest so heavily on the accelerator that the Maserati Gran Turismo was barreling back to the city at one hundred and twenty miles an hour. Dangerous to think that his proclivity for sex anywhere but in the bedroom might be construed as an addiction. Above all, dangerous to think he was obsessed with Allie Darling.
The Cathedral was what he needed , Tanya was probably right about that. And if not The Cathedral, well he had a never-ending supply of condoms in the glove box of the Maserati, so random sex with a stranger in a semipublic location might wipe Allie’s face from his mind. He parked the car in front of the Countess Warfield and threw the keys to a bellman in his rush to get to his office. In the elevator several teenaged girls were glued to their cell phones, thumbs flying furiously as they texted. A woman stood in the midst of the girls, she was older than William by at least ten years, thirty-seven or thirty-eight, he guessed. She was tall, slender and attractive and holding a dozen shopping bags from the boutiques in the lobby. The woman was flawlessly dressed and manicured and made-up, it was clear that she went to great lengths to achieve her perfectly polished beauty. She started to follow the girls when the elevator stopped on their floor but she hesitated as William tilted his head and his lips parted and she told the girls she would catch up with them later.
“I don’t want to know your name and we won’t kiss or talk about the weather. We’ll fuck once, fast and hard, and that will be the end of it,” William said and she nodded her head and dropped the shopping bags.
He hit the emergency stop button on the elevator as she steppe d out of her panties. She pushed his suit jacket aside and quickly slid her hands down the tautly ridged muscles of his abs to his belt and zipper. When her greedy hand gripped his massive erection she whispered “Oh my!” as a delectably indecent thrill coursed through her. He ripped open the condom packet but he had to stop and look away from her when she spoke. Her voice was all wrong, her carefully crafted beauty was all wrong, she was just the wrong woman for him. William had never lost his erection before, he was always ready, always interested in something different and someone new, but he couldn’t make himself touch her. She wasn’t Allie Darling.
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The only personal object that decorated Allie’s office at the Southern Gothic Literary Society was a framed picture of her with her mother. Allie was about six or seven in the photograph and she looked happy but her face was rather plain in comparison with the effervescently lovely Liza. Maybe if I were as beautiful and enchanting and unforgettable as Liza then William would love me now and forever .
“Stupid thoughts go away,” she said aloud and hoped Thelma had forgotten to put in her hearing aid. She didn’t have to worry about Brodie listening in as she talked to herself like a mad woman, he had gone to an interview for a real job, as he put it. He’d grumbled about how low-rent it was to work at the law office of some sleazy piss-ant ambulance chaser, but it was good experience for his chosen profession. He was happy to leave the dusty stacks of books and hand written pages to Allie and his mother and he felt it would be good to put some distance between himself and Allie during the day so they would be excited to see each other when they dated in the evenings. His plan, not hers, but she agreed with him because he was
“I’m not sure,” William said and immediately he was sorry the words had slipped out.
Chapter Seven
It was highly dangerous, William was well aware of t he fact. Dangerous to let his foot rest so heavily on the accelerator that the Maserati Gran Turismo was barreling back to the city at one hundred and twenty miles an hour. Dangerous to think that his proclivity for sex anywhere but in the bedroom might be construed as an addiction. Above all, dangerous to think he was obsessed with Allie Darling.
The Cathedral was what he needed , Tanya was probably right about that. And if not The Cathedral, well he had a never-ending supply of condoms in the glove box of the Maserati, so random sex with a stranger in a semipublic location might wipe Allie’s face from his mind. He parked the car in front of the Countess Warfield and threw the keys to a bellman in his rush to get to his office. In the elevator several teenaged girls were glued to their cell phones, thumbs flying furiously as they texted. A woman stood in the midst of the girls, she was older than William by at least ten years, thirty-seven or thirty-eight, he guessed. She was tall, slender and attractive and holding a dozen shopping bags from the boutiques in the lobby. The woman was flawlessly dressed and manicured and made-up, it was clear that she went to great lengths to achieve her perfectly polished beauty. She started to follow the girls when the elevator stopped on their floor but she hesitated as William tilted his head and his lips parted and she told the girls she would catch up with them later.
“I don’t want to know your name and we won’t kiss or talk about the weather. We’ll fuck once, fast and hard, and that will be the end of it,” William said and she nodded her head and dropped the shopping bags.
He hit the emergency stop button on the elevator as she steppe d out of her panties. She pushed his suit jacket aside and quickly slid her hands down the tautly ridged muscles of his abs to his belt and zipper. When her greedy hand gripped his massive erection she whispered “Oh my!” as a delectably indecent thrill coursed through her. He ripped open the condom packet but he had to stop and look away from her when she spoke. Her voice was all wrong, her carefully crafted beauty was all wrong, she was just the wrong woman for him. William had never lost his erection before, he was always ready, always interested in something different and someone new, but he couldn’t make himself touch her. She wasn’t Allie Darling.
*
The only personal object that decorated Allie’s office at the Southern Gothic Literary Society was a framed picture of her with her mother. Allie was about six or seven in the photograph and she looked happy but her face was rather plain in comparison with the effervescently lovely Liza. Maybe if I were as beautiful and enchanting and unforgettable as Liza then William would love me now and forever .
“Stupid thoughts go away,” she said aloud and hoped Thelma had forgotten to put in her hearing aid. She didn’t have to worry about Brodie listening in as she talked to herself like a mad woman, he had gone to an interview for a real job, as he put it. He’d grumbled about how low-rent it was to work at the law office of some sleazy piss-ant ambulance chaser, but it was good experience for his chosen profession. He was happy to leave the dusty stacks of books and hand written pages to Allie and his mother and he felt it would be good to put some distance between himself and Allie during the day so they would be excited to see each other when they dated in the evenings. His plan, not hers, but she agreed with him because he was
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