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He's wearing a mask but that does nothing to cover his hideous form. He's a terrible person, and I see the other girls shudder at the sight of him. I'm so lucky I'm not one of them.

The masked men who bid on me are, sort of, my heroes. They're giving us $3 billion after all. It should be enough to save the business for the rest of our lives.

But I can't help but feel sad.

Anders says, "Let's go out and celebrate. I know a great place, the hottest club in town. What do you say?"

I glare at him, "I don't really feel like celebrating. Losing my virginity like this is not my idea my idea of a good time. You go out. I'm just gonna go home."

I don't tell him that the guys have left me feeling unnerved. I don't explain that there's warmth rushing through my body and that deep down I'm starting to feel wet.

I've never had sex before and I've never even experienced a man in any important way...but this has to be a good sign. These guys are hot and they seem like they want to take care of me. They're paying a lot of money for access to my body and that fact alone makes me feel a little bit better.

More than anything though, I feel anxious. I'm gonna lose my virginity and I don't know what that's gonna be like.

Is it gonna hurt? Is there something I need to know about how to do it?

I'm utterly clueless about sex and I hope the guys don't notice and that it doesn't turn them off.

I turn away from Anders and take the waiting car service home. I want to hide in my room and never come out.Chapter 8Finn

The morning race is on.

With any luck, the mad, commuting rush is still fifteen minutes away—plenty of time to put the pedal to the metal and see how my car is handling.

Time to rip up the tarmac. I want to see how fast this baby can go!

If I can get to the office from my penthouse in less than ten minutes, I’ll be five minutes early for the first meeting of the day.

For me, it’s all about time. Time’s money—probably the reason I’m in charge of the phone sex arm of the family business.

When I pull up outside the office in just under nine minutes, I punch the air.

Yes. Fucking nailed it.

As I stride through the front doors, my mobile lights up like a fucking Christmas tree. Alerts about meetings, lunches, and afternoon appointments are all there.

My workday runs like clockwork most of the time. Of course, I pay close attention to maintaining a good balance of work and play. Too much work can get boring, so I make sure to play hard too. The phone sex arm of Grayson Enterprises brings its own perks, like being in the company of sexy, sultry-voiced women all day.

I supervise everything personally, being the consummate control freak. I like control in my life, and shall we say, the bedroom also. Quality control and customer satisfaction are where I’m needed most. And I make sure my girls give it their all, sexiness on overdrive to ensure the customers keep rolling in. It might sound like all fun and games, but it can be hard work.

Seriously, managing so many beautiful women is all about keeping my finger on the pulse. And that’s nothing if not exciting.

“Morning,” I stop in front of the blonde girl sitting at reception.

I can’t fucking recall her name, but it doesn’t matter since in a few weeks’ time she’ll be replaced. For some reason, receptionists never last long.

“Good morning, Mr. Grayson.” Her eyes practically tear me apart. “Is there something I can do for you? Privately in your office?”

She’s not bad to look at. Maybe not exactly my type, but her tits are nice. Briefly, I allow my gaze to rest on her erect nipples showing through her tight pink top. Clearly, she’s turned on just from looking at me.

Of course she thinks I’m fucking hot. It goes with the territory. The Grayson brothers are sex gods. It’s a tough reputation to live up to, but I do my best.

This morning, with a full schedule ahead, I don’t have time for games.

“Tempting as it is to take you up on your offer,” I pause for dramatic effect, “I’ll have to give it a miss this morning. Perhaps another time.”

I stride toward the elevator and watch a black beauty enter the tight space with me.

Instantly, the temperature rises several degrees. For a microsecond, I toy with the idea of a quickie but dismiss it since I’m only going up two floors.

“Well, well. Look what the wind blew in today.”

She smiles and keeps her eyes downcast.

“New around here?” I ask.

With a quick glance upwards, she nods. Her hands are trembling. A gorgeous shade of pink colors her skin.


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