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

If Mr. Duvall wondered why she was taking bikini clad selfies of herself on the rooftop, on the day it happened to be unseasonably cold for California in October, he said not a word but waited patiently.  The usual temp this time of year flirted with eighty degrees, but now the weather couldn’t get past first base with a frigid sixty-five and a chilly breeze. The breeze did amazing things for her hair, in some windblown shots, but not so much for her goose-bumped skin and nose starting to run a bit.  Nothing was sexier than snot.

As an added bonus, an older gentlemen appeared on the rooftop with his cigar, no doubt to escape his wife and her no smoking in the house rule. He watched her curiously and appreciative for her dedication to capturing the perfect picture while wearing a barely there white bikini. She decided to go for it, and asked if Daddy Warbucks would like to join her for a photo.  She would admit she probably took it a bit far when she draped herself against him seductively and rubbed his bald head while Mr. Duvall snapped the shot. But both were excellent sports about the whole thing, and when she looked over the shots on the way back inside, his tongue seemed suspiciously close towards edging towards her left nipple, and in another pic, his hand was full on getting a feel of her boob alright.

She figured she could at least get a few pics, she didn’t look like she was hypothermic out of the bunch. She then hit up a warm bath with her favorite handheld hose afterwards. She slipped into some sweats and a sweater, before going to work on photo shopping herself and her willing partner in crime onto some white sanded beach.

Now all she had to do was pass the evening by watching bad TV, sending bullshit photos and text to Ebony, eating way too many carbs she ordered in, and looking forward with anticipation to the things that happened when the sun went down.  Maybe tonight Grayson would go down on her. Most likely not but a girl could dream, but like hell would she go down on him. That certainly wasn’t written anywhere in the contract, that was for damn sure. He had to earn that shit, and she was good at it. Probably the best the pretty boy would ever have. It was a shame really he didn’t want to mix business with pleasure because she could blow his fuckin mind and his dick for sure.

As she waited for him to appear in her room for their nightly fucking, she decided she was just going to quit shaving for the rest of the winter. Why just stick to no shave November? Like those French ladies. Grow a nice warm winter coat. It would save lots of time and be quite liberating.

He hadn’t written shaving into the contract after all.  Oh she was going to have fun with these fuckin loopholes.