Hendrix
Finally, she was playing by my rules.
Let her guard down long enough for me to trap her.
Wear her down.
Take that luscious p***y between her thighs and make her cry out my name.
Reaching a hand toward the elevator's panel, I punched in my access code and the elevator pinged. Jostled us a tiny bit as we began to ascend.
I'd had this elevator rigged to my liking. It was private and of use to only the penthouse tenant: me.
Everyone else who lived or rented office space in this building used the one at the other end of this hallway.
Moreover, it didn't hurt that I owned this structure. One of the many still under my name.
My motto was:
Think it. Build it. Sell it.
And I did, for the most part, but living here part-time had me holding on. And now, with better purpose.
Beau.
