“Foreign languages?” I asked.
“Yes. I already filtered it down to a woman who can speak multiple languages, a woman who has a bit of talent outside of sitting and drinking wine, and a woman with curvier features.”
My eyes locked on to Justin’s as he sighed.
“Just look through the women. There’s pages of them, Phil. We have to nail this. And if you want to nail this, then you have to pick a woman. Simple as that.”
“I’m not nailing her, if that’s what’s required of me.”
“Nope. Only the perception,” he said.
“Good. The last thing I need is some call girl thinking this is a Richard Gere movie.”
“Nice reference drop. I’ll applaud you later.”
I pulled the laptop to me and began clicking through the pages. Women with jet-black hair and blonde hair. Brown eyes and green eyes. Some women had tattoos, and others were talented artists. Jugglers. Fire breathers?
I clicked through four pages of women before my eyes fell onto one of them. Elizabeth, no last name. I pulled up her profile and began to read her talents, and one of them jumped out at me immediately. The young woman was fluent in German and also familiar with the world of finance. That would help me greatly during my stay in Vienna. But when I clicked on her profile picture and toggled through the five photos she had on her page, I was blown away when I saw the sexy brunette with sloping curves and breasts that made me want her in front of me and not Justin.
“Ah, she’s a good one. She caught my eye as I was flipping through the pages.”
I jumped at Justin’s voice as he peered over my shoulder.
“How long have you been there?” I asked.
“Long enough to see how long you’ve been staring at her picture. She’d be perfect for the role. Especially with that long neck. Slap a decent set of pearls on it, stick her in a black cocktail—”
“Find another one,” I said.
I shoved the laptop to him before I scooted my chair back.
“But she’s perfect.”
“Find another one,” I said plainly.
That was the issue. She was perfect. Too perfect, with those beautiful hazel eyes and long limbs that held curves I already wanted to sink my teeth into. I came across plenty of women my cock wanted throughout the day, but it had been a long time since I’d wanted to jump into bed with one of them. And the sight of Elizabeth in those pictures alone made me struggle. No. She was the worst option. I didn’t know if I’d be able to resist the temptation of what she held between her legs if she was at my side an entire week. I didn’t know if I’d be able to not take advantage of all the talents a call girl had at her disposal.
“Are you sure?” Justin asked.
“Positive,” I said as I grabbed my suit coat. “I’m going home to pack. You should do the same.”
“Good,” I said. “And seriously. Pick someone else.”
“I heard you the first time.”
I shot him a look as he packed up his things, then waited until he walked out of my office. I didn’t care that he was upset. I also didn’t care that she had the skill set I needed for this trip. If a pair of long, juicy legs like hers were pressed against me for any amount of time underneath a dinner table, I’d be paying Cristoff Bauer absolutely no mind.
Not when I was trying to bury my fingers into what I knew would be a warm, tight pussy.
I sat in Rhonda’s office and tried not to cough through the cigarette smoke. My boss’s office was disgusting. Old magazines everywhere, soaked in cat pee. Cigarette butts stuffed into every corner she could find. And so many cats. They were everywhere. I sat on the edge of the stained chair in front of her desk before I reached to pick up a white one. It kept twirling its tail around my ankle and purring at me. I set the cat on my lap and pet it as Rhonda lit up another cigarette with the one she had just finished.
Then, she blew a cloud of smoke in my direction.
“I have an assignment for you,” she said. “It’s why I called you here so late. You’re up for foreign travel, right?”
“I am,” I said. “I don’t enjoy staying in one place for too long.”