I wonder if she’s here to apply for the junior office position or the phone sex vacancy. Before I can ask, the ride is over, and she exits.
Never mind; it was exhilarating while it lasted.
“I’ll be seeing you later,” I call after her and notice her step slow a little before she disappears from my view.
On my way to the office, I pass some of my girls.
“Any of you girls interested in a little challenge?”
They giggle.
“What does it involve?” asks one of them.
“First, I need commitment, and then I’ll let you in on what it is.”
I’m nearly at my office.
“Oh.” They pout but don’t volunteer.
“Your loss.” I give them a little wave.
Once I’m seated behind my black, custom-made desk, I turn my attention to the first meeting of the day. I peruse my calendar and see what’s up.
“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Grayson,” says my assistant. “But an Aurora left a message for you. Said something about an auction. It’s a voice recording.” She hands me a tiny memory stick.
So that was her name. Aurora. I roll it around my mouth, taste it on my tongue, and decide it’s the most exquisite name I’ve heard in forever.
I listen to her message and an involuntary moan escapes my lips. What a goddess.
“Mr. Grayson,” an angelic voice with the tiniest hint of a quiver comes through the receiver. It’s soft. It’s beautiful. “I…my name is Aurora, and I think you…” she drips with anxiety as she speaks haltingly.
I don’t care what she says; it’s all in the way she says it.
When the message ends, I play it over and over again. I just can’t get enough.
And I’ll tell you what else can’t get enough of it: my fucking cock. It’s rock hard. It’s so turned on by the angel talking to me that I fear I might need to go and take a cold shower.
That or find the black beauty from the elevator.
In the end, I don’t do either. I do something I haven’t done in a very long time.
To my own surprise, I don’t feel any anxiety pulse through me, or anger or any of those other emotions that normally haunt me when I have to ring my brothers. I feel rather calm.
They don’t seem surprised to hear from me. They’ve been expecting her call just as I have.
“What’s up, bro?” Jasper starts the conversation.
“I think we need to discuss our upcoming…” I hesitate.
“Fuck,” Jasper interrupts, and I cringe.
He’s so crass. Trust me, I’m a man of words. Words are mine to command. I have an entire phone sex division under my wing because I’m very good at describing things, especially naughty things.
Sure, there are times when it’s good to be crude, but this doesn’t seem to be one of those times. Aurora and crude…they don’t mix.
I’m dealing with an angelic creature here. I have to watch my words.
“Okay,” I grumble, because I don’t want to start a fucking argument.
I want to see if we can get through this planning meeting without a fight.
“Why don’t we call it our ‘project’?” says Declan, and, to my surprise, Jasper and I agree.
“Let’s call it Project Aurora then,” I say.
I need to have the last word on this. That competing edge of mine is bubbling to the surface.
For as long as I can remember, we’ve been like this…competitive. And it goes beyond what most would consider normal.
“PA for short,” chuckles Jasper.
“Let’s stick to the point. What are we going to do with her for the one night we’ve got?”
Silence.
This is a first. Usually, my brothers have an opinion and suggestion on fucking everything.
“It’s got to be special.”
“Duh.”
I sigh.
Can we do this, or was Project A destined for failure because we can’t get our shit organized?
Last time we all shared a woman, it ended in fucking disaster.
“Let’s brainstorm.” I try and reign everyone in. “Just throw ideas into the mix, and when we’ve got enough choices, we can start narrowing things down. No judgments on ideas till the session is over.”
“Let’s take her to a luxury hotel,” Jasper suggests.
Great. First idea—not a brilliant one, as far I’m concerned, but hell, I said let’s just get ideas out before we get down to the nitty-gritty.
“A resort,” suggests Declan.
There you go. We’re getting somewhere. I don’t like any of them, though.
We’re billionaire brothers, we should be able to come up with something a little more luxe, more worthy of her.
“Why don’t we whisk her away on a private jet to some far away island and luxury resort?” Declan says.
I can practically hear Jasper roll his eyes without seeing him. He’s such an…I don’t know, I’m usually brilliant with words, but I can’t think what he is. Jasper is a category unto his own.
“How boring,” Jasper promptly snorts into the receiver.
Boring my ass. It’d be fucking awesome: the sun, the beach, arctic blue water, and plenty of opportunity to fuck this perfect virgin. The idea of having her held captive on an island somewhere is intriguing. Already, my desire to dominate this girl is coming out.