Owen leant over and signed his name on the paper. He shook hands rather reluctantly with Damascus and took his leave after farewelling the girls. Once outside, Robert caught up to him.
“Owen...”
Owen turned and faced him.
“You knew what the deal was worth, why bring it up? You don’t talk figures like that in a business deal, you know that.”
“He just...” Owen shook his head. “He pissed me off.”
“What the hell has gotten into you? Hepissed you offso you think to ruffle his feathers? Are you twelve? It’s a multi-million-dollar contract!”
“There are things more important than money. Like self-respect.”
Robert scowled. “What about that made your self-respect come into question? The fact the girls didn’t have chairs?”
“The fact we need pricks like that. We’ve mostly kept away from them. Now it seems, when we have gone so long without them, when we are so close...”
“Son, I told you what is going on. Don’t you think I checked the guy out? He wants you to advertise his business. That’s it. You give him time; he gives you your payment. You’ve done all this before, just never when your popularity has been this high. He sees this in you and that’s why the offer was made. And you give him shit because he doesn't pay his modelling girls more money?”
“Look, it’s not about that. I get it. The guy gives me shitty vibes. I don’t dance unless I hear music and I don’t pretend to like someone if I think they’re a slimy cunt.”
Robert touched his forehead, frustrated. “You may not like it but it’s business. And in business, you need to get in bed with people you’d rather not sometimes. It’s just what you do.”
“No, you know what I’m doing, whatweare doing? Compromising what feels right for cash. We haveneverdone this. Look, it’s not just about the girls. I read my requirements. I have to agree to appear naked or semi naked in some of the advertising campaigns. What the fuck has that got to do with selling cars?”
Robert shrugged. “Sex sells. And women, and a few guys I suppose, want you. Damascus is hoping they also want to buy cars.”
Owen held up a hand, tired of this, getting his keys out. “Look, I’ll fulfil my contract. I’ve said my piece. I don’t care if it’s two million or thirty. I still wouldn’t think it’s right. So sue me, I just want to fight. I know that’s only part of the game, everyone does. This here is too. I just want to ‘get in bed with someone’ that doesn’t think of me as a commodity or a celebrity. Makes me feel I’m worth more, not less.”
Robert held his son by the shoulder. “Just calm down. I know. If you find one, keep em’ and let me know.”
Owen nodded and shook his father’s hand before getting in the car and driving back to the one place he wanted to be. As crazy as it was.
Once out of the elevator, he paused outside his front door, key out. He hadn’t messaged or called on the drive back. He didn’t want her to think he was trying to force her. He was playful in his requests for her to stay though he really did mean them. It shocked and surprised him how much he wanted her to still be in the apartment. He was only in Sydney for two more days, and the thought of not spending more time with Tegan bothered him more than it should. What also bothered him was the thought of potentially opening the door to find she had gone.
* * *
Tegan turned to the door at the sharp, steady knocking. Who the hell would be there? Maybe a package? She went to the door to find no peep hole so opened the door a tiny crack. A second later she opened it completely.
“What happened, you forget your keys?” she began to laugh but was stopped short by him crossing the threshold and holding her face still, bringing himself in for a deep kiss. His mouth traversed hers with varying degrees of pressure. Tasting her lips, nipping her tongue with his own.
She responded by cupping his face and opening her mouth wide, allowing his tongue complete access to hers. She heard the door slam from his quick heel kick and an instant later they were on the floor. His hands slid up her ribs to gently squeeze her breasts and his mouth moved to her neck, his warm tongue leaving trails along its entire length, pecking it with soft, wet kisses.
A surge of adrenaline shot through Tegan, and she found herself almost groaning as one of his hands found its way between her legs. She had worn no underwear for this reason, and without thinking, she gripped him by the hair and held him up. She used every ounce of strength and leverage to roll over so that she was on top of him. She wanted him naked, but there was no time, in her mind at least.
She pulled his shirt to above his stomach and unbuckled his jeans. She slid them and his underwear down to his ankles, smiling as his cock whacked his stomach, the instant it was free, before standing straight and hard. But her mouth didn’t go there. Instead, she gripped it as her tongue swirled his balls, licking the crease, going from left to right. Kissing each of them, she looked up to find his eyes closed, his face slightly tense as if trying not to make a sound.
So... he loved his balls being licked. Hell, most guys did. But it wasn’t enough to make him cum right there. Which was what she wanted. Just like he did to her last night. Payback. Time to get creative.
“Look at me,” she whispered.
His eyes opened and looked down, locking with hers. She did not blink as she gave the centre of his sack, long, yet delicate flicks with her tongue. She wanted him to see her doing it. She wanted him to watch as she placed a hand between her legs, working her clit so that her fingers would be bathed with her own lubrication. When she removed them, she gently ran the tips down his shaft, coating it in her own juices. She opened her mouth but was stopped by a gentle touch on her chin.
“Hey,” he said, looking from his dick to her mouth. “What about me?”
It took a second to understand, but when she did, she almost didn’t have to touch her clit to get herself flowing. She knew what he wanted. Her hand disappeared between her legs again, inserting fingers into herself, and this time, when she came up, she didn’t place them over his dick. She let him suck them.
Still keeping eye contact, she leant her head to the side and softly sucked the head of him. Every few seconds, she would “feed” him more of her. Every time he saw her play with herself, his dick gave mini twitches and pulses. As her head bobbed, she couldn’t take all of him but took most.