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

                                Amberleigh figured she had plenty of time to figure out what the fuck was going on, and perhaps Leo would prove to be a valuable source of info if she played her cards right. Get chummy with the chef, Grayson obvious friend and confidante, and learn how to cook, kill two birds with one stone and all that shit.  For now she would bid her time, play her moves carefully, and might as well have some fuckin fun while doing so.

                So she made a noisy entrance to the kitchen as if she’d only just arrived.  Bouncing her hips as if she were walking a catwalk during Fashion Week in New York. Grayson immediately looked up from his half-eaten breakfast. Oh he was good, as his mask was in place, though he clearly hadn’t expected to see her in his kitchen, and draped in a bath robe. He was probably wondering if she was wearing anything underneath, good. He pulled his eyes away and back to his watch, as if he were uninterested.

                “Did you need something Miss Dubois?” he asked.

                “I’m sorry. I was just thirsty. I’m sorry to intrude, Mr. Godwin.”

                “I would be more than happy to have a member of my staff get you whatever you need. Would you like some breakfast sent to your room?”

                So, he was trying to get rid of her.  He hadn’t looked at her since she first walked into the kitchen. Gone was the boyish, playful man she’d witnessed just minutes before. Back to his stone cold exterior, as cold as the marble which lined the hall. So which side was the real Grayson Godwin? Was he pretending at being a cold, business mogul, or pretending to just be just another one of the guys who got together to watch the game with friends and talk like a normal fuckin twenty-something?

                “Oh that’s quite alright, no need to go to all that trouble. I can grab myself a drink and be on my way. I’m used to serving myself and others after all.”

                “Very well. Fridge is fully stocked,” he got to his feet and threw his napkin on his half-eaten food, “I need to take off. But Mr. Duvall will be happy to assist you, as will my chef Mr. Clemonte.”

                “Yes sir. Thanks again. I know you’re a very busy man, but you know what they say about the best way start to a day?”

                 Amberleigh helped herself to a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge, as she watched Grayson from the corner of her eye. He grabbed a cup of coffee Leo must have placed in a to-go cup for him on the table. He lingered long enough to mix some creamer and sugar into his cup.

                “And what is that Miss Dubois?” he fell into her trap.

She grinned devilishly, “The most important meal of the day is intercourse.”

                He sighed and turned to face her. She was glad she had his attention now, even if the look on his face wasn’t a pleasant one.

            "Do I need to explain this to you Miss Dubois?This is a business arrangement. Furthermore, I am still awaiting all the results from your medical tests. In time, Dr. Gainey will provide me with the time of the month you will be ovulating to maximize the chances of conception. You just had your birth control implant removed, so those hormones are still in your system. Do not take me for a fool Miss Dubois. Have a nice day.”

She nodded. Okay, well that crashed and burned. But it was time to pull out the big guns. She wouldn’t be deterred so easily.

                “Okay sir, I understand. Scientific route it is. Have a good day.”

 It was then she decided to make her move.  She let her robe fall to the floor, and blatantly walked past him on her way out of the kitchen. Completely naked. He could take his science and shove it up his ass. No need to take all the fun out of it. She got secret satisfaction as his blue eyes tracked her ascent out of the kitchen.

                 “What are you doing Miss Dubois?” he finally asked after she was a good deal down the hall.

                He couldn’t see her face, as her back was to him.  He was no doubt staring at her ass, though in all fairness, she’d put it on full display. She grinned, before she turned back around, quite the professional once again.

                “Oh, I’m sorry. I sleep nude. Will it be a problem? I get hot at night and it helps me get proper rest. And well, I’m used to walking around naked at the club. Forgive me my manners.”

                “What you do in your own quarters is your own personal business Miss Dubois, but I would prefer you not go traipsing about this penthouse immodestly, out of respect for my staff.”