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Chapter 27- Nobody puts baby in a corner
The guest suite Mr. Duvall showed Amberleigh to was not too shabby itself. But she found it hard to take in its beauty and elegance as she was irked. Sure, Amber knew coming here wasn’t going to be like some romcom full of romance, flowers, and steamy sex, well at least she’d hoped for the steamy sex bit. She didn’t give a fuck about the romance really. But cold, emotionless, business only contract thing, well Grayson fucking Godwin had that down pat.
The butler set her suitcases on the white marbled floor, before asking Amber if she needed anything, and then excusing himself from the room. She eyed her new digs, her home for the next year. The wallpaper was vintage black and white flowers, the canopied bed was four posted with a rough antique look. Flowers and cherubs were carved into the headboard. These cherubs and flowers also continued up on the ceiling engraved in the crown moldings. Were Heavenly things about to happen in that bed? Or something devilish?
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The Arrangement Chapter 28- Seriously, what the fuck?
Amberleigh popped her head out her bedroom door and made sure the coast was clear before she exited. Luckily, the white plush slippers she wore made her footfalls across the marbled floor fall quietly. She didn’t want to run into any members of Mr. Godwin’s staff, though many probably were not on the job yet this morning as it was only creeping towards half past six. She first tried her luck at the den, but much to her disappointment, Grayson was no longer there. She just hoped he hadn’t left for the office just yet. Amber didn’t know the layout of the penthouse, but luckily she heard voices echoing from what turned out to be the kitchen. She tiptoed down the hall. Amber held her breath as she peered into the kitchen, flattening herself the best she could near a white archway. The kitchen was gorgeous of course. Clean, and crisp, also with an antique feel. The walls were a canary yellow, bright and cheerful. Distressed, white cabinets, large farmhouse style sinks whi
The Arrangement Chapter 29- Most important meal of the day
Amberleigh figured she had plenty of time to figure out what the fuck was going on, and perhaps Leo would prove to be a valuable source of info if she played her cards right. Get chummy with the chef, Grayson’s obvious friend and confidante, and learn how to cook, kill two birds with one stone and all that shit. For now, she would bide her time, play her moves carefully, and might as well have some fucking fun while doing so. So, Amber made a noisy entrance to the kitchen as if she’d only just arrived. Bouncing her hips as if she were walking a catwalk during Fashion Week in New York. Grayson immediately looked up from his half-eaten breakfast. Oh he was good, as his mask was in place, though he clearly hadn’t expected to see her in his kitchen, and draped in only a bath robe. He was probably wondering if she was wearing anything underneath, good. The billionaire pulled his eyes away and back to his watch, as if he were uninterested. &nb
The Arrangement Chapter 29.5- Expectations
Grayson slipped into the backseat of the grey Lincoln Towncar awaiting him on the curb outside of Preeminence Towers. He barely acknowledged the driver to confirm his drop off location at Godwin HQ in downtown. His head was still up in his penthouse replaying that whole interaction with the whore he’d hired as his surrogate. And he couldn’t shake those images of the way her round ass flounced across the kitchen. Or the bounce of her generous breasts as she put her clothes back on. He was in trouble, in over his head with this mouthy one, and he fucking knew it. That girl was nothing but trouble with a capital T. Why did she already insist on trying his patience and parading herself naked through his kitchen? She was crude with no respect and no decorum, yet he’d be a lying bastard if he claimed he’d hadn’t liked it a bit. That her body hadn’t excited him and overrode his senses at least temporarily. Temporary insanity was surely the reason he had allowed her to talk back and
The Arrangement Chapter 30- Something tells me you and I are going to be friends
Amberleigh slept like a dream, or more aptly like a princess in her silky, cashmere sheets and eye mask. She had the curtains pulled tight as well to block out the fall California sun. She woke up feeling refreshed, hungry, and wet between her legs as she’d dreamed of having an orgy with Grayson and his chef. It seemed that Leo wasn’t only good in the kitchen and Grayson wasn’t so cold in the bedroom. She just hoped her dream about the sultry beast between the sheets proved prophetic in real life and Grayson lit her pussy on fire. No time better than the present to test out that claw foot tub with the spray handle, all up close and personal like. She glanced at her watch, three p.m., well it was midnight somewhere dammit! Amber turned on some music to set the mood for herself. The bathroom was the shit, the walls were done up in that old subway tile, white with black accents. The shower was a glass, square box with all the brass plumbing exposed, the sink was the type built
The Arrangement Chapter 31- You had me at wings
Amberleigh sat on a stool at the counter and chatted with Leo as he cooked up her lunch. And it smelled fucking amazing. He didn’t use premade dough, no he made it from scratch, and even hand tossed that shit. She clapped and was tempted to throw tips at him. She wondered how a rich boy from a wealthy family had ended up as the private chef to the Godwin. Surely, Leo didn’t need the money, so maybe he did it because he loved cooking and he liked to hang with Grayson. It was clear Grayson seemed like a different person, less formal and filtered, around Leo. Perhaps Leo brought out the best of the billionaire, or at least brought him back down to Earth occasionally. Their conversations started out on somewhat generic things about cooking and the penthouse. She was bold enough to come out and ask him for some cooking lessons rather than beat around the bush, because he made her feel at ease. Like they’d been friends for years. He looked delighted to have a student to take
The Arrangement Chapter 32- Desperation is setting in
Amberleigh didn’t see Grayson for the next few days and she began to get the vibe he was purposefully avoiding her. Even when she got up before the sun did, their paths didn’t cross, as if he waited until she went back to bed to leave or left the apartment while it was still dark out. He may not have come home at all some nights, perhaps crashing at the office, or at another woman’s place? That angered her more than it fucking should have. She didn’t own him, but he owned her pretty much. But Amber couldn’t do her job if the most important piece of equipment wasn’t in operation. However, she was getting to know Leo quite well and more than once she found herself daydreaming, she’d signed the contract with him instead. Every day they got together in the kitchen for a lesson and a chat. Seriously, Leo was like that gay best friend girls hoped to find, without him actually being gay. Because it was clear the way he talked, he was a boob’s man alright. The first days the
The Arrangement Chapter 33- Not today Satan!
Grayson came through the black walnut doors at precisely eleven-twelve p.m. that night, as Amberleigh had sat in that damn chair for three hours watching random videos on YouTube to pass the time. Somehow, she’d landed on videos about feinting baby goats when the Godwin finally walked in. He loosened his tie and made a beeline towards his room, not even noticing her sitting in a chair she’d drug across the marble to sit by the fancy, wooden coat rack. If she was a snake, she would have bitten him. Hopefully, his snake would slither inside her nest tonight. “Mr. Duvall, please have Mr. Clemonte send some dinner to my room,” he yelled out, to the butler who seemingly appeared out of thin air. “Right away, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Godwin?” “Have Mr. Clemonte send my nightly tea in as well.” “Yes sir.” Mr. Duvall helped Grayson out of his suit jacket and folded it carefully over his own arm. No doubt it
The Arrangement Chapter 34- The good, meaty bones
By the time Amberleigh made it to the door, she’d already missed some of the words passing between them, obviously. But she still caught the gist of it, the good, meaty bones. “…invited her here and you’re treating her like shit. You’re being a total dick. It’s not her fault, so stop fucking taking it all out on her man.” Next came the sound of a slamming door, perhaps a closet or armoire or something, because she could still hear Grayson clearly. He obviously hadn’t moved into the bathroom. Deep exhale, “Yeah, well I’m under a lot of fucking pressure right now Leo. We are about to close the expansion deal any day now. And I’m up to my eyeballs in PR shit related to the incident in New York last week. Things will be better when this shit calms down. But in the meantime, I’ll make an effort to be nicer to her.” “I don’t give a fuck about your expansion deal or publicity shit, I care about you man. And you are working yourself to death. You need some ti
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