4
Astor
The entrancing nest of blonde bun that hung at the back of her long neck told me that my hostess had long, thick hair. I could’ve bet it went all the way down to her tight little a*s—an a*s that had instantly demanded my attention. Round and sloping into the tops of her slender thighs, it curved at the base of her spine, making a deep spot where my hand would fit perfectly.
“I detest small talk,” I told her before sliding my sunglasses back up my nose and proceeding to my bungalow. She needed to know the basics about me, so I began telling her what I needed. “I get up at four every morning to work out. After I shower, I expect breakfast to be on the table.”
“How long does your workout take, sir?” Nova asked me as she stayed right by my side, walking at the fast pace I’d set.
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