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

                Amberleigh made herself scarce during Dr. Gainey’s visit that morning. And it seemed Leo was taking his job of babysitting Grayson’s ass very seriously. He’d essentially grounded the billionaire to his room. He was kind enough to give Amberleigh reports throughout the day where Grayson was concerned. Macho guy Grayson had actually drank all that rancid shake to spite the chef and consumed one of those nasty duck eggs. But he did gag and throw up in his mouth a bit afterwards, according to Leo, and there was a certain satisfaction in that for fucking sure.

Amberleigh wasn’t even sure how to describe the lunch Leo prepared for him, but it seemed to be tofu and grass, as Grayson hated Tofu. She’d overheard him bitching about it to Leo her first morning here. But she wasn’t giving him any pity. He should have taken better care of himself like eating and sleeping, which should have seemed like fuckin no brainer.

Just as promised, Leo pulled himself away from his charge that afternoon to take Amberleigh to her appointment with Angelique Grimaldi. Leo gave strict instructions to the maids to watch Grayson like a fuckin hawk, and report to him immediately if he so much as looked in the direction of the front door. He promised them a dessert of their choosing in return for their services. It melted Amberleigh’s heart like a puddle of chocolate when she discovered Leo had often sent cookies and eclairs home with Maria for her children. Seriously, could he get any more fuckin adorable?
                Leo continued to pretend that nothing had changed between the two, as he cut up with her in his Porsche on the way to the boutique. It was almost easy to believe the charade, except for the fact he looked so hot in his tight chino pants and sunglasses. And she wasn’t the only one who noticed or appreciated the masterpiece known as Leonardo Clemonte.

A couple giggly, botoxed bitches in a black Maserati pulled up beside the Porsche, trying to get Leo’s attention at the stop light. The hoe behind the wheel revved her engine loudly and the twit in the passenger seat stuck her head out the window, with her unnaturally perky breasts spilling out the top of her shirt. It was by no accident her breast seemed to bust free from the fabric by the maneuver. Amberleigh rolled her eyes at the amateurs.

Leo gave them a grin and revved his engine in response. And it kinda pissed Amberleigh off, no lie. It really shouldn’t have. They were nothing but friends and Leo was one hot, mother fucker. How could she personally fault those bitches for their fine taste? Leo wasn’t hers to taste anyway, unfortunately.

Once the light turned, Leo gunned the engine as did the plastic Barbie behind the wheel, while her friend Stacie had her head out the passenger widow, and laughed like a hyena on meth. And well, guess who was the one who the cops busted and pulled over? Yeap, the man of the darker persuasion in the red Porsche. Amberleigh laughed her head off as those sirens blared behind them and Leo pulled over into a bank parking lot.

“Aw fuck,” he laughed, “I deserved this one though.”

“Hot shot. You didn’t even get her number. ”

Leo winked at her, “Next time.”

God, even his wink was sexy as fuck. The officer approached the car and knocked on the window. Leo was back to the respectable, high class professional, as he called the cop sir, and was super polite. The cop wasn’t the dick type on a power trip. But what the fuck dude, when he realized who Leo was after he ran him through the system, he let his ass off with a fuckin warning! What the shit? Just how big of a deal were the Clemonte’s in this city?

Leo gave her a smug grin after the puzzling exchange. “I’m kind a big deal in these parts…Well that and my dad’s company designed the Police Station and owns half of downtown.”

She cuffed him on the shoulder and he chuckled as he rubbed the spot.

“You didn’t tell me you were famous Leo.”

“Oh I am alright. Particularly in the bedroom though. We Clemonte’s aim to please. …With our erections of course,” he finished with a shit eating grin.

She rolled her eyes at his sultry word play, but it certainly did things to her nether regions. She couldn’t help but have some fun with this, as Leo pulled back onto the street.

“I don’t know Leo. Are you sure your erections don’t sometimes fall flat? I mean the Cobra Club is the largest in the city. Just how do yours compare?”

He laughed, “Oh, it’s not always the size of the erection Miss Dubois, it’s also about functionality and how well you use the area.”

“But you have to have the proper length and width to begin with Mr. Clemonte. Otherwise it’s hard for your erections to rise above all the others.”

Both of them were grinning stupidly as they pulled up outside of the boutique. If she wasn’t a contracted woman, she would’ve been more than willing to allow Leo to prove his theory to her alright. But he seemed to be selling himself short, because just by the glimpse of that foundation between his legs, was enough to know that standing tall and erect, it was stiff competition.

Leo jumped out of the Porsche to come around and open her door for her, but she jumped out of the Porsche on her own accord. She clutched her purse and tried to keep a straight face as he joined her on the sidewalk.

“Oh no you don’t Mr. Clemonte! Law breakers need to be punished. You have to wait to see my dress until tomorrow night like everyone else. In the real world, there’s consequences sir.”

He gave her an honest to God pout, “But I’m not like everyone else Amber. I’m your best friend right now. We’re tight. Besties even.”

Fuck, he was good. She almost caved. But she stood her ground and resisted his charms.

“I’ll call you when it’s time to pick me up. That’ll be all Mr. Clemonte.”