What a fucking productive day it’s already been. I’ve sweat my balls off during my workout this morning, and I’ve already been to the office and taken care of some business.

I’m picking up Sofia back at the house so I can give her a tour of the escort agency. I’ve been looking forward to this since she asked about it last night at dinner.

I don’t know what it is about her, but she makes me feel alive. I’ve never been with a woman like her before. Of course, I’m used to having several women around me at any one time.

I’m not used to having only one.

She makes me feel important and worthwhile, like I matter in this world. I’ve never felt fucking good enough for any woman before. I mean, if you strip away the money and name, Monatello, what the fuck are you left with?

I sure have enjoyed my time with Sofia. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her when I’m with her. Last night’s dinner was fucking amazing, and she showed interest in my escort agency.

Not many women I meet give a damn about that.

Apparently, it doesn’t bother her that I’m this billionaire Mafioso type. For some reason, that’s a turnoff for other women I’ve met. I’m not sure why.

I had thought women loved a man with money who’s fun and mischievous? Could it be the stigma?

The limo driver takes me back to the house. I ask him to go inside and see if Sofia is ready to go on our venture to the Cartel Exclusive Escort Agency.

Within a couple of minutes, the driver and Sofia get into the car.

She looks as fucking hot and sexy as she did last night. I have trouble keeping my eyes off her. She’s wearing a little black dress with the black high-heeled shoes she wore last night to dinner.

The dress shapes her ass well. And, man, what an ass she has.

The driver heads the limo towards the escort agency.

“How was your morning?” I ask Sofia. I put my right hand on her left leg to make her feel relaxed in my company.

“It was pretty good.” She smiles at me.

“That’s great.” I smile back.

“And yours?”

There’s that realness about her again. She asks as if she really cares.

“Great. Productive. The best part, though, is having you here with me.”

For a few minutes, we sit in silence. I break it first.

“So, I got a feeling last night that you haven’t been to an escort agency before. Am I right?” I ask her.

There’s hesitation in her voice when she says, “Well, I mean, I’ve worked in one, but nothing like the one you run and…”

She’s clearly uncomfortable talking about this. “I’m interested to see how you manage yours.”

“You’re going to love my girls. They sure love to tell fucking stories about their clients.”

“I bet they do.”

“Like Maria, for instance. She’s been with the escort agency the longest and is one of my most dependable girls. She has this one client who likes to fuck everywhere. They’ve fucked in places that you’d never dream of fucking.” I look at Sofia, watching for her reaction.

“Like where?” Sofia gives me a puzzled look.

“An airplane, a cabana house, his office with all of these windows so the whole world could see everything they did. He doesn’t give a shit about anything or anyone. He just wants to fuck whenever and wherever he wants.”

“Don’t most of us?” She laughs.

I love her laugh. It makes her look so fucking sexy. I want to fuck her right here in the limo, but I’ll have to wait.

“One of my other girls named Rita has a client who insists that she wears this certain black lingerie every time she fucks him. They have to fuck on the kitchen counter and only on the kitchen counter. Nowhere else.” I glance over at Sofia.

“I’m not into lingerie. I mean, who needs it when you’re just going to take it off?”

“That’s true, but apparently, he gets aroused seeing her in it. It’s fucking crazy the things that these clients want, but if we don’t give it to them, then they won’t keep coming back for more. We don’t want to lose clients, do we?” I smile at Sofia, and she looks at me.

“Of course not. You’d be out of business if you lost them.”

“You’re absolutely right. So, my girls give what’s asked of them, within reason. We don’t tolerate violence or crazy dangerous shit.” I squeeze her leg. “Then, there’s Daniella. She has this client that makes her fuck him as well as his wife.”

“That sounds interesting.” Sofia isn’t shy, but then again after the other night with my brothers and me, I already know that.

I love how honest and open she is with me. I can carry on a conversation with her and enjoy every fucking minute of it.

“Are you enjoying my stories?” I ask.

“Hell, yeah.” She smiles. “Do you have any more?”

“Of course!” I’m trying to think of the other girls and all of the fucking stories they’ve told me.

“I bet there are a shitload of stories to tell.”

“You have no idea. My girl, Britney, has a client who insists that she uses the sex toys he has.”

“I’m not big on using sex toys.” Sofia doesn’t bat an eye when she says it.

“I’m not, either. But if it gets the fucking job done, then so be it.”

We look at each other. I can’t get over how fucking easy she is to talk to. I’ve never met another girl like her.

It seems to take no fucking time to get to where we want to get to today.

The driver stops the car and opens the door. I get out and give Sofia my hand to help her.

The Cartel Exclusive Escort Agency is in a red brick building, not too obvious to those outside. As we approach the entrance, I do my gentlemanly duty and open the door for Sofia.

I’m not a total asshole. I have respect for women.

Once we’re inside, the very beautiful Maria greets me warmly with a full-on mouth kiss. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth, and we kiss for what seems like a minute before she releases me.

I know from experience she just likes to tease me. There’s no way she’d let me fuck her.

I look over at Sofia. She’s staring at me, mouth wide open.