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08. Expensive and Sexy

Olympia

I HAD NEVER SEEN AKOR MORE TENSE THEN IN THE MOMENT RIANE had walked through the door. He looked ready to jump out of his skin.

And then her voice came. It was just like Akor's dripped in the same sex appeal that he spoke with, but different.

I turned around to see her walk through the door.

If I thought Akor was attractive I was in deep for how attractive she is.

She has rich umber-golden skin. Her eyes are golden, like actual gold coloring. It's pretty but unnerving. She has to be a demon of some type.

And then she has long jumbo box braids with the top being black and then going into a purple, silver, and pink coloring throughout them and those colors at the end with a lack of black.

She's really pretty. I thought Akor was pretty and nice to look at, but she is identical to him. She actually looks a little bit like him.

But. . . more expensive?

It was weird. Her clothes looked more expensive and the way she carried herself is different as well. She had on some pretty eyeshadow in a fancy design.

"Mm, well aren't I surprised, Akor, you aren't having sex. Just sitting with a girl." She mused.

Akor looked more than irritated at this point. It made me wonder who she is. Is she possibly a girlfriend of his? Or an ex. Ex would be a better term.

"What do you want Fortune?" Akor asked.

"So touchy Akor, can I not come visit my brother?"

She is his sister, and her name is Fortune. That's a lot better than the awkwardness of an ex or girlfriend walking in on the two of us. Especially since she seemed to think Akor, and I would be having sex in this room.

The very thought brought a shiver down my spine.

I don't intend to have sex with anyone anytime soon. No matter how temping they happen to be I'd pass up on that. Especially with Akor.

This man is supposed to be my boss and who pays me my money. It's not right to fuck your boss. No matter how hot he is. This man controls my money and I'd feel like he was paying me to fuck me at one point.

It is kind of tempting though. In a weird taboo I need to get smacked up my head type of way.

Akor is hot. Point blank, no beating around the bush. The man is hot, but he also is cocky as fuck and teasing.

"You never come to just visit me. There is always some ulterior motive Fortune, so what is it?" Akor asked.

"You're a buzzkill today." Fortune commented.

"As you can see, I'm in the middle of something. Entertaining you is going to have to wait." Akor bit out.

Fortune smiled.

"I can see, and who exactly is this little cutie?"

Fortune came over to me with a smile on her lips. She's even prettier when up close. Her lips are full with a glossy coat over them.

"She's a client. Leave her alone." Akor answered.

Client. Did this man seriously just call me his client?

I looked over at him ready to say something but the look he gave me had me silent and settling back down into the chair. Something about her has set him off and I can tell he either is desperate for me to leave or for her to leave.

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