BLACK HUSTLE SERIES: FOR SALE (BOOK 1)

ȸ 9 ȸ (BWWM)

This gentleman was indeed at the top of the food chain.

His energy hinted that he wasn't interested in an easy conquest. He wanted something he had to work hard to acquire.

Eva knew if she threw herself at him, he would lose interest just as quickly as she had gained it.

What people don't understand about any successful business person is simple, 'game know game'. If a bitch pretended to be a boss, a true boss would vet her mark ass out real quick.

Only a boss knew another boss.

Why would anyone wear a fucking two million dollar timepiece as if it was any everyday thing for him? That one act amongst other subtle markers told Eva much of what she already speculated about Emir.

When she did a once over of him, he caught her. He knew that she knew. A Franck Muller Aeternitas Mega 4 was laying inconspicuously on his right wrist.

His watch was on his right hand which led her to believe that he was probably left-handed because people tend to wear their watches on the side with the least amount of movement. This was the best way to minimize the damage to the watch. No one wore a piece of jewelry that expensive on just a regular day unless they were wealthy beyond belief.

Eva was sure he knew security would be strictly enforced to come to this event with no trace of apprehension. She sensed he was accustomed to being feared and therefore he wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. Not to mention his own personal security probably lingered outside somewhere out of sight.

As she walked back into the event's lounge area, she saw him sitting there patiently.

A quirky smile told her that he wasn't going anywhere. With dark low-cut hair, mesmerizingly piercing blue eyes, and yummy rose-colored lips, a little tingle began to throb between her thighs with each pass of the room as she tried not to get caught staring at him.

Sporting a full beard and mustache, he looked like someone's grandfather. She was certain he was younger than the sixty-five to seventy age range that he was representing. The fire in his eyes assured her of that.

His business suit screamed he came to the party right after work. Since she remembered all of her past attendees, the fact that he was a newbie held her interest. She loved to sample new expensive toys, imagining what may be waiting for her made her wet, therefore, breaking in a newbie meant he was already mind-fucked even if he didn't know it.

With an effortlessly handsome face and electric blue eyes, it was a bit unsettling to find him smiling at her each time she passed him. The little sparks of tantric energy began to build on one another ensuring he was in for a time he'd never forget.

Eva continued as if she saw and felt nothing as his calm demeanor spoke that he would in no way exhibit any behavior that he was in a hurry to prove himself.

Hmmm. Finally, someone worth her time. She considered. Eva recognized a master when she saw one and that's exactly what he was.

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She had monitored his movements all night.

They went to a posh restaurant for dinner.

Even though it was late, the people were eager to take care of his needs. Their conversation was light and friendly sparking curiosity in her that he was taking his time. The chemistry between them was obvious, but they continued as if neither of them felt it.

Emir made a statement and Eva's response forced him to release a deep barrel-chested laugh. She didn't make the situation any better by following up her comment with something equally hilarious. Emir laughed until he had tears in his eyes. She joined in with the laughter as the vibe between them had become more open and inviting. He stared at her for a long time after he wiped away tears of joy. Eva wasn't sure what was going on in his head, but she felt nervous for the first time in a long time.