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Christian's P.O.V ~

"So the plan is to put in an eight thousand dollar interest and see if China takes the deal. If not than it's all bets off the table, this solar powered case needs the right team to bring it to life."

I glance up and try to keep all my last bit of attention on my second hand in command but that task proves to be difficult when I glance down at my phone.

"Fuck." I mutter as a new photo from my little minx pops up on my screen, displayed for my eyes only.

There she is, legs spread wide open, dripping wet pussy glistening in the dim bathroom lights, and big beautiful tits naked at my gaze.

Holy hell.

I grow uncomfortably hard under the table and stifle back a groan.

"There's truly no way they can decline. I mean eighty thousand dollars is a pretty generous price for interest."

I discreetly adjust my dick whilst tapping my free hand impatiently on the table.

She's gonna fucking get it. Sending me a picture like that? While I'm in a meeting?

My dick is straining to jump out and pull me right to her delectable little ass so I can fuck her in to oblivion.

Ros glances at me and I raise an eyebrow in question.

I can't deal with her shit today.

She sighs and continues to explain our idea to my team.

A solar powered case is an odd invention but it could possibly be a change that the world needs to see, and I will be the man to make it happen.

I always get what I want, and these China fuckers better learn that.

Eighty thousand dollars is equivalent to a single quarter out of my pocket yet I still find it a pain in the ass that they want interest money to work for me.

They should be on their knees kissing my damn feet for the opportunity, they should be paying me for even having interest in hiring them for this life changing project.

Call me arrogant, I call it honesty.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when my phone buzzes once again in my pocket.

I cautiously pull it out and read the small text.

-Did Mr. Grey like his gift?

I grumble quietly and quickly divert my attention to my phone to text back.

-I suggest you keep your pretty pussy lips closed, I'm in a meeting and I don't appreciate your naughty attitude.

I sigh and jump back in to the conversation, grateful that Ros is leading it.

Even though that's my job.

My phone buzzes again and I grip the arm of my chair before looking once more.

- Naughty? Me? I'm just being honest with you Mr. Grey... My pussy lips want to be kissed, and who better than you to do so?