It’s only now that I realize he’s only in a towel. He must have just gotten out the shower, since little beads of water pill on the dips and ridges of his surprisingly athletic build.
MC “Th-Thats really cool. It’s beautiful!”
??? "I know! I’m really proud of the work I’d done here. Can you believe they were going to do a 70s themed hotel?”
??? “Orange and brown and lime green everywhere, wood panels… Carpet!! They really would have been the laughing stock of the town if I hadn’t stepped in.”
??? “They were this close to giving that contract to another company, but thank god I had connections with the ****. They’re a tough family to crack.”
He sits on the couch, spreading his arms so they span the back of the couch. His legs part widely so I can see directly up his towel, and I blush when I see a glimpse of his dick.
“Eyes up here, [MC].”
My heart skips and my eyes snap up to his. I’m surprised by my own intrusiveness, but then I remember he’s the one in a towel spreading his legs like that…
MC “S-Sorry.”
With a subtle tilt of his head, he grins smugly. He makes no move to close his legs or cover himself. I strain to keep my eyes trained on his and not allow my curiosity to drag them downward again.
??? “I’m the best at what I do. Do you know that, [MC]?”
I don’t even open my mouth before he’s off again with another harsh snort.
??? “I’m really, really fucking good at it, and it’s not because of my family’s name or any bullshit like that...”
??? “It’s because I have an impeccable eye for things. I can look at a pile of dirt between two buildings downtown and sell a developer the idea that I’m gonna turn it into a fucking palace.”
??? “People give me their money because they trust me with it. They know my good taste is going to be such a high return on investment that they fall over themselves to get a chance to even talk to me.”
??? “And lucky you. You get me and my undivided attention, all to yourself right now.”
His voice dips, just like the feeling in my stomach.
??? “I have taste. I have good taste for investments, for projects, for buildings…”
He gestures to the large suite around us, the very manifestation of his bragging.
??? “…For people.” He pointedly looks at me, that grin never leaving his face.