The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (books to read now .txt) 📖

All Amberleigh could think to ask was “Should I change first?”

“That won’t be required. We need to be on our way. I don’t have to remind you what a privilege this is, nor how you should conduct yourself in Mr. Godwin and his guest’s presence.”

                Amberleigh nodded. She was a professional. And had been requested on three separate occasions for a private show in the adjoining Leda suite. The Leda’s were the richest and most influential family in the city, but the Godwin’s definitely came in a close second. Both families were treated like Jesus, like saviors of mankind as John Leda was developing a cure, and the Godwin’s delivered whatever critical cargo people needed to survive throughout the country.  And if they so choose could have their pick of women willing to drop their panties in a heartbeat, and for free. But both families wanted the best, not cheap and easy, so for that they frequented the Cobra Club.

                Amberleigh refused to let her nerves get the best of her as she grabbed her bag and followed the Head Goddess up to the one-hundred-and fiftieth floor. In the elevator, the Head Goddess smoothed down Amberleigh’s hair and skimpy clothes. She wondered what other Goddesses had been handpicked for tonight’s entertainment in the penthouse suite.

                The elevator required special access to open up on this level. The Head Goddess scanned her ID microchip in the scanner. The doors opened into a long black and white marble hallway. Crips and clean, reeking of elegance and class with its fancy mahogany end tables with flowers and overstuffed armchairs strategically placed near expensive art and a simulated fire place.  Fake flames flickered and CGI logs crackled, emitting a nice warm heat.

                The hallway ended at two huge ass golden doors which a doorman opened when Amberleigh and the Head Goddess heels came echoing down the oddly quiet hallway. No sounds of music of raucous laughter erupted from the Godwin penthouse. Maybe they were just waiting for her for the party to fucking begin.

                Amberleigh saw a man in a dark suit with his back turned from the door apparently fixing himself a drink from the liquor cabinet. The suite looked different from the Leda Penthouse she noted as they crossed the threshold. The Godwin suite was less flashy, more muted tones. The bed was just as large, but set off in an alcove where a curtain could be closed. In the Leda suite the bed took front and center, no curtains. The Leda suite also contained a plethora of modern looking furniture, while here the furniture was tasteful antiques.

The families apparently had two very different tastes. In this suite was a large, real stone fireplace with an actual fire going. A large bookshelf took up an entire wall filled with a variety of books both old and new. It seemed odd and out of place here in the club. The walls were dark paneled wood. A billiards table sat in a back corner. Comfy leather arm chairs sat around a table with ashtrays and shaded floor lamps. Amberleigh was totally getting an old fashioned gentleman’s smoking lounge vibe from the penthouse. It wasn’t what she was expecting at all.

And neither was the seemingly lone resident of the suite tonight. Because when the man turned around, it wasn’t the face of Cole Godwin Amberleigh saw. But rather a face she’d only seen in tabloids and magazine covers before. His son, Grayson fuckin Godwin was fixing himself a drink. And he was even hotter in the flesh. Like instant-pussy-leaking gorgeous.

His dark brown hair curled a bit around the nape of his neck and his ears, slicked and shiny like. She really wanted to stroke it and see if it was as smooth and soft as it looked. He was in delicious zone of height, the kind of perfect specimen science said you want to get knocked up by to make genetically and physically desirable offspring.  

Built like a fuckin gladiator that not even the suit he was wearing could hide that amazingness underneath. His jawline had just a sexy hint of stubble that didn’t obscure the perfect square definition of his chin. His skin was bronzed, not like orange fake ass spray tan, but like Greek God who lived out in the sun naked his entire life. Suddenly, it seemed to make a whole lot more sense to her why God was a part of this man’s last name.  

And before she could stop herself the words “Shut the fuck up” slipped out of her mouth. The Head Goddess was horrified and began stumbling an apology on Amberleigh’s behalf immediately. Grayson Godwin just took a swallow of his liquor and eyed Amberleigh critically. Judging her and she was all too painfully aware of her every flaw watching his blue bedroom eyes assess every inch of her.  Fuck, she was just set up for failure and self-loathing comparing herself to this man who looked like he’d just stepped off a spread in GQ.

“Miss Dubois I presume,” he said finally.

Fuck. Even his voice was all husky and sexy like. Like wet dream inducing. She nodded. She’d been around a lot of powerful men and pretty boys, so why did Grayson Godwin affect her like this? Girl, get your shit together and quick before he throws your ass out of here and another Goddess gets the chance to make some serious cash tonight. And have quite the fuckin bragging rights.