Chapter 1

• CHRISTOPHER
• The deep buzz of my alarm cuts the silence, and I stretch out as I wake.
• “Fuck, it feels like I was asleep for three minutes,” I murmur.
• “I think we were,” Heidi whispers as she throws her leg over me.
• I keep dozing with my eyes closed, and I feel lips on my neck from the other side. “Morning, Nicki,” I mutter.
• She smiles into my neck as she cuddles in closer. “Good morning, Christopher.”
• The three of us lie in comfortable silence for a few minutes more, and I know I have to make a move. I have a board meeting at nine. “Up.” I sigh.
• The girls both grumble with resistance.
• I sit up and look around the room. Clothes are strewed everywhere, and a bottle of wine and three glasses are still by the sunken spa in my bathroom. I bend and kiss Nicki’s hip. “Get up, wench.”
• “Go away.” She rolls over.
• I smile and slap Heidi on the behind. “Party’s over.”
• “Ow,” she cries.
• I climb out and stand at the end of the bed as I look down at the view. Seeing two beautiful women in my bed will never get old. “Come on, out.” I flick the blankets off them. “I have to go to work.”
• It’s very easy to get them to come over, not so easy to get them to leave.
• “What’s happening tonight?” Nicki asks.
• “Nothing,” I reply as I walk around naked, picking up their clothes. “I’m busy.”
• “Doing what?” Heidi asks as she leans up on her elbows. Her blonde hair is wild and messy.
• “I have a date.” I throw her panties at her head. “With a good girl.” I widen my eyes to accentuate my point. “The exact opposite of you two hobags.”
• They both laugh. “You love hobags,” Nicki says.
• I lean down onto my hands and kiss them both; then I grab a handful of Nicki’s hair and pull it toward me so I can kiss her longer. She’s my favorite. “That’s true. I do.”
• I lean over and kiss Heidi’s breast. She grabs a handful of my hair, and I feel a throb between my legs. When they grab my hair, I’m done for.
• Stop it. I don’t have time for this. I pull out of her grip.
• “So . . . you’ll call us on the way home from your boring date, then?” Heidi asks.
• I smirk as I continue picking up their clothes. They know me well. “Probably.” I pull back Nicki’s bra like a slingshot and fire it at her head. It flicks her hard.
• “Ow, cut it out.” She snaps it up.
• I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I look back to see them both still lying in bed, and I march back out there and put my hands on my hips. “Get up before I make you both do unspeakable things,” I demand.
• “What’s new?” Heidi smiles playfully up at me. She’s all crumpled and just fucked.
• Tempting . . .
• “I have a board meeting at nine.”
• I shower and minutes later walk out with a white towel around my waist to see them slowly dressing as I disappear into my walk-in wardrobe. I put on a navy suit and white shirt, a Rolex watch, black shoes, and a belt and walk back into the bathroom.
• As usual, the girls both come in and sit on the vanity to talk to me as I do my hair.
• “What’s on today, boss?” Nicki asks as she tightens my tie.
• “Business stuff.”
• “I love business stuff,” Heidi replies. “Say something boss-like to me.”
• “You’re fired.”
• They both giggle.
• “Say something boss-like to me,” Nicki says.
• “Bend over my desk.” I turn her away from me and lift her dress up over her ass.
• A thrum of arousal runs through me as I stare down at her tight ass up in the air . . . ready and waiting.
• Go to fucking work!
• “Let’s go,” I snap as I rush from the bathroom.
• I hear a voice come from the kitchen. “Good morning, Mr. Miles.”
• “Good morning, Miss Penelope,” I call as I collect my briefcase from my office. I walk back out into the kitchen, and she passes me my coffee in a travel mug.
• “You are undoubtedly the best housekeeper of all time.” I smile as I kiss her cheek.
• “I know, dear.”
• I’m not even joking. Miss Penelope truly is the best housekeeper of all time. If she wasn’t fifty-six years old . . . and already married, I would marry her myself.
• The girls come around the corner. “Good morning, Miss Penelope,” they chime in unison.
• “Good morning, girls.” She smiles. Her eyes come back to me, and I give her a playful wink.
• Yeah, yeah, I know.
• I’m bad.
• We’ve established this a million times already.
• “Time to go. Have a good day, Miss Penelope.”
• “I will, dear. You too.”
• We make for the door, and the girls chatter as we get into the elevator. When we get to the ground floor, I walk out the front of my building with them. Hans is waiting with my car. “Morning, Hans.” I smile.
• “Good morning, Mr. Miles.” He dips his head.
• “Can you take the girls home for me, please?” I ask him.
• “Yes, sir.” He smiles. “Of course.”
• “Morning, Hans.” The girls both smile as he opens the back door of the limo. I kiss them each goodbye on the cheek, and they happily bounce in. I watch the limo pull out and walk back into my building and take the elevator down to the basement. I get into my black Porsche and pull out of the parking lot and into the long line of cars.
• Ugh . . . London traffic. Is there anything worse?
• Three hours later
• “And this right here.” He points to a line on the graph. “This trend is what we’re following. See how the overflow of the population . . .”
• I yawn, hardly able to keep my eyes open.
• “Are we keeping you awake, Christopher?” Jameson barks.
• You are, actually.
• I clear my throat to stop myself rolling my eyes.
• “Sorry,” I apologize.