It wasn’t full of fire or passion; it wasn’t about sex. Go be that mysterious rich person who sleeps with that naive barista in a foreign country. Astrid took a sip of her coffee. “Really?”
“Yes!”
“Then just stay here with me. We’re not going to fuck on the golf course in front of your bodyguard. Chapters 1-13 are already available. The blonde Norwegian heiress was a professional compared to me, and it didn’t need to be pointed out that she was squarely in the lead. Straps ran out from under the bed’s sides and held Bobbi’s ankles apart, showing off her pale inner thighs, covered in dark lipstick marks. “So… no significant other, then?”
“Some are asking,” I said, “but I haven’t given anyone an answer.”
“Good,” Astrid said with a nod. “She really likes you. “What are you suggesting?” I repeated. Do you think any parents hold their own children to the standards they set for others?