Chapter 4 Grab her

I've left the poor girl speechless.

I knew I had to talk to this exposed beauty when I saw her across the room. She is the most beautiful woman at the party, and one of my goofy buddies would have tried to dance with her if I hadn't swept her away. One of them shouldn't be with a woman like her. I should have her. I can already picture how she will appear when she is panting beneath me and how her lips would taste.

But if we can't go past this moment, we won't be able to get there. I guess it could have been a little scary to dance with her before a formal introduction, but I couldn't wait. I wanted to be the first to taste her, and her voluptuous body pleaded to be embraced.

As the brunette collects her thoughts, I look at her face. Even without their masks, I don't recognize half of the party, but she doesn't look recognizable. Samantha, my assistant, was in charge of the guest list for this gathering, and I have no idea who she selected. She works really well as an assistant, but perhaps I should give her more oversight. Not that I want to, but Samantha has a way of talking endlessly about one thing or another, and I hate to say it, but her eyes are usually so calculating, as if she's trying to steal my money.

But for the time being, I'm enthralled with the stunning brunette in front of me.

At last, my buddy exhales, "Brenda." "My name is Brenda."

"Brenda," I ask. I can taste the deliciousness of her name. She tastes exactly like her name, I bet. Nice. "I'm glad to have met you."

"You too," she whispers. "I've been wondering if we'll cross paths."

At this, I furrow my brow. Will she approach me about investing in her app idea? Is she a man's daughter who wants me to take over his company? Neither scenario would be the first time I've come across it.

"Is that correct?" I inquire in a smooth manner without revealing anything.

Brenda gives a nod. "I hoped that I might survive the entire celebration without seeing the man who was paying me to be here."

I step back. I don't employ sex workers. What on earth is she discussing?

However, I may have been overly critical. Working females must earn a livelihood, after all, and Brenda is a stunning woman with lovely curves and a charming smile. That outfit cries out to be taken off of her. This issue of prostitution makes things more difficult, but it doesn't completely alter them.

Brenda can see I'm unsure and confused. She raises her eyebrows to clarify, "You paid for this party." "I made it happen."

Oh. Now that I understand, my body feels a wave of relief. She is not some expensive escort who slipped in with the intention of making a profit; rather, she is the party planner. All right. Now it makes sense. I almost chuckle with relief, but I control myself.

I try to erase my bewilderment and mild shame by clearing my throat. "Brendan, you've done a fantastic job."

"I'm grateful," she says. "Your house is stunning. Making things ready for the celebration didn't require much work.

"Oh, good," I reply. "Everyone I've talked to has said the food is amazing. Indeed, they are consuming the canapés.

She gets red.

"I'm happy they enjoy it."

We pause for a moment. The difficulties of sleeping with Brenda are gone now that I know she is organizing my celebration. She does not work for me. She isn't a sex worker. She is merely a temporary employee hired to organize this event, so if I put her to bed, I won't have to worry about embarrassment on Monday morning. That's why I'm grinning wolfishly.

"Brendan, do you enjoy dancing?" I inquire.

With a lovely melodic lilt, she laughs.

"Mr. Fedrickson, I don't."

A brow goes up.

"Call me Pedro, please."

"No, Pedro, I don't."

I smile and remark, "You seem to have enjoyed it just now."

Brenda replies, "I didn't want to be rude," with a charming but playful grin.

"So, what do you like?"

Brenda chuckles once again. The tinkling sound coming from her lips was something I could become accustomed to. "I have several interests. Beaches, action films, and puppies. What appeals to you?

My blunt comment is, "I like taking beautiful women to bed with me and growing my business."

Brenda gasps this time, and she's the one to back off. She was surprised by my crude remarks, but I can tell that I haven't scared her away by the scandalized curiosity in her eyes.

As she recovers from her amazement, she says sultrily, "It's a good thing this party is full of beautiful women then." "You haven't slept with all of them, have you?"

Now, with a rumbling rumble in my breast, I chuckle aloud. Brenda's lips form a little, contented smile.

"My dear, I haven't had sex with every one of them. Regarding that, you are correct. Yes, some of them. However, not all

"That's good to know," she nods.

I grab her hand and extend my arm. "Brendan, come upstairs with me."

However, the stunning brunette yanks her hand away from me.

She smiles and adds, "I can't." "I need to observe a party. I'm not here to have fun, Mr. Fedrickson; I'm here to work.