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"but that's just it, mr. wheeler. you're not paying me for sex, you're paying me for my discretion. your money isn't what makes me wet, sir. your money is just what ensures i don't run and tell the tabloids about how hard you make me come."
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"mr. wheeler, your two o'clock is here," shirley, mike's secretary, voiced through the intercom on his desk.
his brows furrowed, unaware that he had another meeting today. that's what he got for staying up late to reconstruct his next board proposal. three hours of sleep were becoming the norm for him, and it was beginning to show in his work it seemed.
regardless of his concerning insomnia, he had a company to run so he pressed the button and replied, "send them in."
he sat up a little straighter in his chair, minimizing the reports he was reviewing on his mac when the door to his top-floor, corner office opened.
to his surprise, he wasn't met with the bland gray suit of another hopeful young entrepreneur, here to convince mike to invest in whatever start-up their father was refusing to fund.
instead, it was a young woman, and she was anything but bland.
short dark hair and wispy bangs framed a delicate face filled up by her doe eyes and red lips. his stare dropped down to a heavenly body, wrapped up in a tight black skirt and a matching cropped, buttoned-up blazer paired with sheer black tights and heels that made her legs dangerously distracting.
"good afternoon, mr. wheeler," a too-sweet voice greeted as the door shut behind her and she strode toward him, her black pumps clacking against the floor.
he blinked. "good afternoon, miss...?"
"eleanor brenner, but you can call me el," she introduced, approaching his desk.
he stood to shake her hand, the same courtesy he extended to all potential clients. "miss brenner," he returned, ignoring the nickname suggestion.
he didn't care how hot she was. this was a business meeting, and he wouldn't be distracted by false familiarities.
her brows raised slightly as she pulled her hand away. they both sat and he stared at her unrelentingly, signaling for her to speak and pitch whatever grandiose business venture she was here to pitch.
she pulled a packet of paper from her back, and he immediately noted the lack of file or envelope. "ok, you seem to like a cut-to-the-case type of guy, so i'll just cut to the chase, yeah?"
his eyes widened at the blatant disrespect. "excuse me?"
"i charge $8,000 a month. these are my terms and conditions, but i'm open to negotiations," miss brenner said, sliding the packet onto his oversized glass desk.
his sleep deprivation must've really been getting to him because he had absolutely no idea what the fuck this gorgeous woman was talking about. he grabbed the discrete-in-appearance papers and began flipping through while she busied herself by staring past him out one of two walls of windows.
for some ungodly reason, his eyes zeroed in on the words scat play at the bottom of the third page. "what the-" his eyes landed on the HARD NO subtitle above it. "what the fuck is this?"
