Jensen
I was so happy to have the conference behind me and even happier that my boss, aka my father, didn’t balk when I told him that I planned to stay in town through the weekend. He did tell…warn me to keep whatever happened in Vegas exactly where it began. I really hated that stupid marketing slogan. It was brilliant because everyone used it, but I was truly sick of hearing it. Besides that cheesy line, I knew perfectly well what he meant by his words of warning thanks to his latest merger that had me, literally, by the balls. Meaning, his venture was about to limit my freedom of releasing their contents wherever and in or on whomever I desired at any given time.
At that moment in time, standing in a large resort pool with a zillion other practically naked people, I spotted one gorgeous woman that had my whole entire being on high alert. I loved the way she reclined like a centerfold model on a lounge chair I was overly jealous of—I’d rather she were resting her luscious body on top of mine. Good thing the water was keeping my body temperature cool and the edge of it was hiding a part of me that was threatening to lose all control to get a better look at her, intimately.
“There is my dream girl with chestnut hair and roasted almond eyes,” I said, tilting my head in her direction once the annoying titty girl walked away after giving us a show while taking our drink orders.
“Not only are you nuts, you’re describing a woman using nuts. What happened to brown hair and brown eyes? And how the hell do you know she has brown or roasted almond eyes? She is wearing sunglasses.” He had a good point, but something told me that I was right.
“Because she looks exactly how I picture the ideal woman for me. Look at her shapely body and those curves—amazing hips and full breasts.” I didn’t even bother to be casual about my assessment of her, I was blatantly obvious, and I was certain that her eyes were directed right at me.
“Should you even be thinking about hooking up with women? Have you forgotten that your announcement has already been made public? Granted there were no real details or photographs other than saying that the ultimate New York bachelor, Jensen Callum, is off the market.” Novak had a point. If she was into society-shit news, she would instantly know that I was a dirtbag… Or maybe she was a gold-digger—my mother’s favorite word of warning—trying to get her hooks in me. A last fling or to steal me away? Fuck! I sounded like snooty Nancy Callum aka my mother.
Did I really care? And she couldn’t be too poor or in need of money being camped out in a poolside cabana that was costing her thousands. Of course, her friend could be paying or an unseen sugar daddy…or just a regular daddy. She didn’t give off the typical, stereotypic rich girl vibe. Something about her just screamed perfection from head to toe, inside and out—crazy as it sounded.
“I need to make her mine.” Even if it was only for a night or a few days, I had to have a taste that would last a lifetime if I couldn’t have her forever. Was that what it felt like to fall in love instantly? Love at first sight? I always thought that was pure bullshit until she captured my attention. I had never felt anything so strong for a woman, but love was knocking on my heart. Strange as it sounded—it had to be love. I knew what lust was like and it never involved having my breath sucked from my lungs along with rapid heartbeats. It only attacked my dick, not my entire body.
“Stop ogling her. She’s going to think you’re some creeper.” He elbowed me to take my drink that he had just accepted from our same delightful waitress who made sure that Novak got a good view of her red panties, if you could call them that. Damn! She put it right in his face and I barely recognized his next words. “We’ll get you a lap dance later to cool your fires. Real life girls can be nothing but trouble.”
He was always trying to guide me down the right path since we met at summer camp. Stealing a canoe to go to the other side of the lake where girls could be found almost got me a one-way ticket home, but Novak lied for me. Unfortunately, that didn’t work in some instances and I had landed him in some pretty sticky situations. It was a miracle that he was still friends with me.
Lucky for me, he liked the excitement I added to our friendship that accelerated once we attended the same prep school for our high school years and then in college. Hell, he had even gotten a job with me after being caught with his pants around his ankles and his boss’s wife over his desk. My father, Pax Callum, didn’t care about the blacklist Novak had been added to as the guy was a real asshole and had no right labeling my friend when he had been dipping his own dick where it shouldn’t have been for years.
Novak did learn a valuable lesson—don’t fuck the boss’s wife or daughter or any relative, if possible, and if you do, be discreet and don’t do it at work. Best if he never did it since he was working for my family and I had no desire to hear about him with my mother or anyone in my bloodline. Of course, in the end, he did blame me for being a bad influence—I just laughed as I may have encouraged him a time or two. But who could blame me for nudging him, she was hot and closer to our age than the boss.
In Vegas, it appeared that he felt like it was his duty to nudge me on a straight and narrow path toward fun without complications.
“Yes, my mysterious bride.” I felt my shoulders slump at the mention of her.
We were in modern times. How could I be involved in something that happened with royalty? We weren’t from feuding countries that needed to form an alliance. We certainly didn’t have bloodlines that were dwindling and needed to merge so they could continue. I had much older siblings that were married and procreating. We weren’t a religious family, I couldn’t remember the last time we went to church or if we even belonged to one. So I knew that it wasn’t for that reason either and if it was, it should’ve affected the rest of my siblings. It had to be a business thing, but even that did not compute as I had seen the accounting ledgers and our company was strong. In fact, that was why we were at the conference to decide where we were going to take the company with all of our excessive funds. It had to be the girl’s family who was in trouble, but why did my father—or parents—think that it was my life and happiness that needed to be sacrificed for the greater good?
Novak knew that it was more or less a business arrangement and he had heard my father say how important the deal was to everyone involved at least a zillion times. But we had never really gone over the details as to how and where I was to be getting hitched…he did know where I was…or I should say where “we as in newlyweds” were going to live—since I refused to leave my home. He did know when it was going to happen and what he was to wear to the crazy-ass ceremony that didn’t seem real. Having my friend drill it into me at the pool had me realizing that it was really going to happen and all the more reasons why I needed that girl…woman…gorgeous woman.
“It’s not going to be so bad. I’ll have your back.” Easy for him to say, he only had to stand next to me as my best man. “You go through with it and then do your own thing discreetly.” I downed the rest of my drink as he continued to rattle on. “Your out-and-about-the-town partying days are over, but on the bright side, she’s European. Those lucky bastards have mistresses and their wives accept them. She will be fine with a marriage of convenience as long as she can live comfortably and be home with the children…”
Kids? I hadn’t even brought them into the equation.
Novak continued on with his ideas, “…while you are entertaining whoever you want at your fuck pad.”
That all sounded totally wrong as I looked at the exquisite vision that was standing up from her chaise, adjusting her tiny turquoise string bikini, and heading in the direction of the pool stairs.
“Please let her come to our location. Please let her come to me,” I chanted over and over in my head in hopes that she could read my mind—well, maybe only part of it.