Seven
1083 Words
Bianca's POV
I stood face to face with my new bodyguard. His looks were charming and alarming. His dark brown hair was styled neatly with a few strands falling over his forehead. He had chiseled good looks, sharp jawlines and deep grey eyes that could leave any woman hypnotized. And even though he wore some sort of rigid and unrelenting expression on his face, I thought he still looked dreamy.
Was this guy a bodyguard or a hot male model?
He was dressed in a sleek black suit, already suited for the job. And I knew he meant business. His broad shoulders and tall, sturdy structure gave more elegance to his clothing. A suit had never looked this sexy as it was on this man. He was the ten times hotter version of Will Smith in Men in Black.
"I'm Liam," he said confidently. "Liam Tate."
Harriet spoke, "I did exactly what you asked. I've explained everything to him, Miss Davies. He knows and understands what he has to do and I ardently believe he is up to the task."
Harriet seemed extremely confident about Liam. She talked as if she knew him personally. She must have run a background check on him like I had asked and I was certain Liam met the demands. Looking at him, hell! He seemed overqualified.
"Thank you, Harriet." I smiled. "It's good to have you here, Liam Tate."
"Thank you, ma'am," Liam replied. "It's good to be here."
"You wouldn't mind starting today, now would you?" I asked him, hopefully.
"Today?" Harriet chipped in. "I don't think he is.."
"I don't mind," Liam said to me and I watched the way his pretty lips moved when he spoke.
Then my dirty mind began to wander far off, thinking about what other things his lips could do, how these lips would feel on my lips and on the lips of my crack. How they would taste when mashed on mine.
Would they be as delicious as they looked? They would probably taste like a freshly prepared mix of succulent honeydew melons and the juiciest peaches – something I had never in my life tasted before.
I could only imagine the electrifying and wonderful feeling of sensations my fragile body would ache with when he would munch underneath my love mound and suck on my savoury wetness, flicking my sensitive, elongated flesh, flapping his tongue around it and striking it into my hole vigorously until he milked out my oozing, jizzy juices.
Oh, pure bliss!
I also wondered what his body looked like underneath his clothes. If he looked this freaking good in a suit, I believed he'd look even better without it, with nothing on at all. Most male models I had worked with in the past had nothing on him! He was a gorgeous-looking thing.
Gazing at Liam had me thinking about a lot of things. I also wondered what he was like when he drilled a woman. If he plunged his rod deep in my c**k-pit, how it would feel like? How was his rod? Was he hung like a horse? With a body like that, it would be a huge disappointment if he wasn't.
Good-looking men who were animated in the bedroom were my type of men but good-looking men whose crotches protruded with a well-hung f**k-pipe were my Achilles heel.
Of all my bodyguards, Steve with a 7-inched rod had the smallest but I liked him anyway because he was wild and vicious while doing it. This was a quality I liked in my boy toys.
But Steve was a fool. He wanted to have me in his own terms. Things did not work that way for me. I liked to have the upper hand with my men, I liked to be in charge and in control. I gave the orders and if I wasn't comfortable with anything in the bedroom, then it was a no-no!
He screwed up and now he had been replaced by someone who I sensed would do far better than him. Someone who's mere presence threatened to bring out the hoe in me. And to think I was only meeting him for the first time. I had to play it cool and shouldn't let him become aware just yet of the deadly effect he was having on me.
I had to at least portray some dignity even though I was suddenly yearning for his touch and looked forward to having him please me. I decided I'd lay low for a while since just a few days ago I was almost ravished by that imbecile.
And I bet a million dollars, Liam was also enthralled by me because he pinned a persistence gaze on me. He was probably imagining what it would feel like to put someone as drop-dead hot as I was in 70 positions within 70 minutes. I'd grant him his wish soon. I had to make him yearn for me first like I did all of them. I had my ways.
Liam and I just stood there staring at each other until we were interrupted by the rasp of Harriet's sudden harsh cough. The both of us simultaneously turned to look at her.
"Excuse me," Harriet said in a dry, raspy voice, clearing her throat. "I was down with a wicked cold last night."
"Really? You can take the day off if you want..."
"Oh no, no, it's fine, Miss Davies. I'm fine," she said in a sudden rush, cutting me off.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Harriet nodded. "You should get ready, now. Your meeting with Mr Hawkins is in two hours."
"That's right, I will in a bit. And when is my photo shoot for Lilith scheduled, Harriet?"
"Tomorrow at 10:00am."
"Tell the chauffeur to get ready."
"But Miss Davies, Sunny is out of town, remember?"
"Okay. Liam will drive then."
"Liam?" She asked with an arched brow.
"Yes, Liam. Is there a problem?" I turned to Liam. "You can drive, right?" I asked him. It would be absurd if he couldn't drive.
Harriet answered, "Of course he can but..."
"I wasn't asking you, Harriet. Liam can speak for himself, can he not?" I didn't get what was wrong with Harriet today.
"Yes ma'am," Liam responded.
"Good. I'll be using the Rolls Royce today. Show it to him, Harriet." I immediately turned and headed to my room but not before sparing Liam one last glance.
Oh boy! Did I forget to mention he was gorgeous?
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