But Im here, Allison beside me for support, because no way was I coming alone. Not when the two tickets handed to me last night were front row floor seats.
Oz baby, its me, a throaty female voice purrs in my ear. Did you miss me?The owner of that voice moves to my front, dragging her talented hands across my middle, over my lower abs, fingers tugging at the denim waistband of my jeans. Can I get you alone, baby? Theres no one in the last bedroom. I checked.
Say baby one more time, I intone sarcastically. Or better yet, shut the hell up.Maybe. I drag the words out as she toys with the fly of my pants. If you stop talking.She nods, red hair and breasts bobbing enthusiastically. We stumble backward, toward the hall, and I back her against the wall, fingers grappling with her tight leggings, stroking the smooth skin beneath her belly button. With an exaggerated moan worthy of a porn star, she shoves her tongue in my mouth with a husky, I want you to screw me, Oz.
I cup the back of her head, dragging a sloppy kiss across her lips, voice devoid of any emotion. How about you blow me instead?With another eager head bob, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and gives me a light shove toward a bedroom door three feet to my right…or is that the closet?
Not in the hall, though, kay?
Well, no shit not in the hall. Im more of a gentleman than that. Jesus Christ.However, here I was more than an heir to a billion dollar company. I was more than a lord, and master polo player, and vice president to Black Diamonds.
I was blood and power and royalty.And that was all it took.
The man lost his indignation, slipping into utmost respect. He turned and opened the door of his dinged-up 4WD, bowing in welcome. It would be an honour to drive you, boss. I know where you need to go.Everyone here knew of our mine. They knew it was untouchable. They knew not to raid or pillage. That sort of respect went a long way in this country.