The Love Of Money - Episode 81 - Storie by Shary Epic Reads

The Love Of Money - Episode 81
27-07-25 (16:30)

"Okay?" I asked. "Erin!" Ashlee said, "Emily's dying to see the apartment! Do you think you could show her around while I get Mr. Upton to go ahead and get those papers filled out, so I can get out of your way?" My assistant's brilliant smile returned, "Of course! Emily!" She rounded the island and made her way over to the pair. "I'm Erin. Marcus personal assistant!" She hooked an arm through Emily's and continued, "Let's show you the house, while your brother finishes the boring paperwork. You can tell me all his embarrassing stories. I'm sure he has a lot of them." "Oh, this is going to be fun," Emily said, flashing me a grin as the pair of them embarked for the stairs. "Be nice, Eml" I called out, watching the pair of them climb the stairs toward the first set of balconies "No promises, brother dear! Em called out. Reaching the top, they rounded the first corner they came to and disappeared. I could hear their chatter begin to fade. I sighed, then turned to see Ashlee standing much closer to me than she had been. It wasn't off-putting. It was hard to be put off by anything Ashlee did when she perfectly combined an innocent and naive schoolgirl with a seductive vixen. What startled me was the shift in her body language. Gone was the innocent part. The only thing left staring up at me was the vixen, with those big green eyes. Her small, pink tongue darted to lick her top lip, and she had a small, knowing smile. "Erin put the paperwork in your office, She said, her voice taking on a huskier tone that implied intimacy. I found myself uncomfortable for reasons other than feeling awkward. Erin's brief de*************ion of what transpired after I left followed by whatever Ashlee was trying to do had my heart racing. I tried my best to make sure she didn't notice. "I have an office?" She grinned. "Of course. Here, I'll show you." Ashlee slipped her arm through mine and guided me in the opposite direction of the other ladies. It was in a wing of the apartment I hadn't even inspected. We walked through what appeared to be a second living room, built more for entertainment than the first. There was a pool table, several more couches, a massive bookshelf loaded with books, and a few display cases littered around with what appeared to be fine art. I recognized one of the paintings hanging on the wall as the Raphael I'd noticed in the list of art in my grandfather's estate. Had the ladies already moved some of my grandfather's things from where'ver they were being stored into this apartment? Again, I was amazed at how quickly they moved. "This really is a beautiful place, Ashlee said, breaking the silence as I took in the parts of my apartment I hadn't even seen. I found that there were two more sets of balconies leading to more rooms and hallways on the second and third floors. Just how big was this place? "It is," I reiterated, "Erin and Dannielle did an amazing job picking out this place. I felt her stiffen a little next to me, but then she moved on, "Have you decided how you're going to decorate it?" She stopped us midway into the entertainment room and let go of me so she could open one of the two heavy wooden doors set into the wall in front of us. She walked in and tumed, inviting me to follow her with a warm smile and a glint in her eye. I followed her into what i assumed was my office. "I haven't even seen the entire place yet. For now, think I'll just keep whatever's in...." The room I had walked into was gorgeous. It was surrounded by dark wood paneling and bookshelves that lined two entire walls, leaving enough space for a large television to sit in the middle of one wall. A balcony ran around those two walls, segmenting the bookshelves into two sets-top and bottom. A massive desk carved entirely out of ebony sat in the middle of the office with all of my computer equipment already sitting on top of it in a neat little pile. A large globe sat in a wooden frame like something you'd find in the office of a Victorian detective, and there was an empty display case sitting opposite the globe. The office chair looked like it might have cost as much as a new Honda, and there were three matching, dark leather wingback chairs sitting strategically around. a beautiful round table. The other two walls were nothing but windows, currently displaying a gorgeous view of New York City at night. Between my desk and one of the transparent walls sat a leather sofa, a sofa bed, a small bar complete with a mini fridge, and a set of workout equipment. Another standing mobile desk sat against one transparent wall with a few books stacked on it. This was my home office. "Jesus," I whispered as I took it all in. "I know," Ashlee said, slinking up beside me. "It's amazing." I looked back down at her, and she cast a very warm look back at me. Her chin was raised, lips were parted, and there was a clear invitation for me to taste them if I dared. "The paperwork?" I asked. She didn't respond. Instead, she just stared up at me, open hunger written all over her face. I had to look away from her eyes and drop my gaze lower. That was a mistake; the top two buttons of her dress had been unfastened, exposing a considerable amount of the valley between her breasts. I quickly averted my eyes back up to hers and caught her smirking, clearly able to see the effect she had on me. She clasped her hands behind her back and made her chest stick out a little more, and though I wasn't looking directly at it, I could see the top fastened button strain a little in my bottom peripheral vision. "Under the laptop," she said. My gaze fell to her lips, and I noticed once more that they were parted, inviting me to take whatever I wanted. However, something was preventing me from acting on every hormonal impulse I had with this young woman, and considering how I hadn't hesitated with anyone else, I couldn't figure out why. Was it because she was a VanCamp? Helen had given me an off-handed warning about her in the bathroom that day I'd officially reached an agreement with YPV. Had she meant anything by it? Why hadn't she told me of their connection sooner? Did she care if anything happened between me and what was likely her stepdaughter? On the off chance that she did, I couldn't afford to make Helen my enemy. She was too valuable to me. My hesitation could also have to do with the fact that this girl was clearly looking for something long-term, and if I still had room for someone like that in my life, Ashlee wasn't that person. No. Ashlee wasn't worth the possible drama, especially with Emily in the house. "Cool," said as I whirled on my heels and made my way over to the desk. I found the papers where' Ashlee had told me they would be and dropped into the chair to sign them. Someone had enough foresight to leave a pen on my desk within plain sight, so I unlocked my phone to see if I had any messages as I laid it down unlocked my phone to see if I had any messages as I laid it down on the desktop, grabbed the pen, and started leafing through the papers to get them signed and initialed.
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