Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 270

My words had an immediate reaction; Erin's hips pressed into me, and she whimpered into Bobbi's mouth as they continued to kiss. Through it all, she gave a slight nod, confirming that she understood and that she would obey.

Eventually, the three of us parted, and I adjusted the hardon in my shorts before turning around. I wanted to take Erin back to my room and fuck her, but both of us had things we needed to do. Besides... I was hungry for more than sex after the workout I'd just had.

"I'm gonna get a shower and grab a bite to eat," I said to Tara. "They're all yours."

"Sounds good," Tara said, her voice sounding a little thicker than what I'd grown accustomed to hearing over the last half hour. "Same time tomorrow."

After I left the ladies in Tara's capable hands, I went to take a shower, changed into some clean clothes, and headed down to the dining room. A nice salad had already been laid out. I wasn't normally a fan of what Dillon called 'rabbit food,' but whatever Camille did made eating greens an enjoyable experience. I'd just started digging into it when Camille entered the room with a pitcher of sparkling water filled with cucumbers and various fruits.

"Hey, Camille," I said as she placed it down in front of me.

The young French woman gave me a warm smile and said, "Hello, Mr. Upton! Congratulations on your win yesterday!"

"Thanks," I said, taking it without explaining how my win had come with a ton of baggage. "Are you settling in okay?"

"Oui," she said. "The apartment is beautiful, and some of our own pieces have already arrived."

"That's great!" I said. "When will your fiancé arrive?"

"He arrived last night, in fact," Camille said. "He'll only be here for a few days, then he needs to head back to Stockholm to finalize everything there before coming back for good."

"Oh!" I said. "I hope I didn't drag you away from anything. If you need to take a couple days off—"

"Nonsense," Camille said with a pleased smile. "This is my job, and I wish to keep it."

"You can take a day off to spend time with your fiancé," I said. "You're doing an amazing job."

"Thank you," she said. She hesitated a beat and then asked, "Would you like to meet William"?

"Um... yeah. Is he in the building?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have him come up," I said. "We can have lunch together. Unless that's weird or something."

"Not at all," she said. "I'll have him come up."

She left to summon him while I finished my salad. I'd taken two more bites when I got a text. Good morning!

I hadn't saved the number on my phone, but looking at the texts above, I immediately knew who it was.

Good afternoon, Carla.

Is it noon already?

Yeah. What can I do for you?

I was wondering if you're free tonight.

I don't have anything planned.

Good. I'd like that date you promised me.

Tonight?

Don't worry. I've already got a table reserved, and you don't even have to pick me up. Minimal work on your part. I'm expensive. Not high maintenance.

I considered it. I had promised Carla a date, but did I really want to follow through with that sort of thing? Hiro was already mad that I'd already conspired with his wife and had declared that we were through. Did I want to possibly be seen in public with his wife and make matters worse?

On the other hand, could matters get worse? Carla and I had used each other to get what we wanted while driving a gigantic wedge between Hiro and what he was after. He was pissed, and Chandler did say that the man loved to hold onto grudges. What if I couldn't patch things up between me and the old man? He had extensive resources, and even though I had more, that didn't mean the man couldn't make my life difficult. He had vast amounts of experience and connections that I could only imagine. Who knew Hiro Tanaka better than the woman who had shared his bed for years? If the bridge with Hiro was burned, I couldn't exactly afford to alienate an ally like her.

I texted her back, trying hard to play down the date aspect of what this was supposed to be. Yeah. I can meet up with you.

Love the enthusiasm. It's a date! See you at seven tonight! Don't be late!

She texted me the address, and I forwarded it to Erin, asking her to pick me out something to wear and arrange transportation. Then, I returned to my salad, entertaining the different scenarios that could result from our date.

Eventually, Chloe escorted a man into the dining room. He stood about six feet and three inches tall, dressed in dark slacks and a blue button-down shirt. His blonde hair was cut close to his head on the sides while longer on the top. With piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw, he looked like the typical Scandinavian whose ancestors probably pillaged and fornicated their way across Denmark and Northern England.

"Mr Upton," he said as he approached and extended a hand, "William Wiggen."

I stood and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, William."

I invited him to sit down and got to know him better. He thanked me for the apartment and for Camille's job. A few minutes later, Camille came out with a large chicken on a platter and set it down in front of me. She gave both of us a smile and left, coming back a few minutes later with a large bowl of some kind of cream-based gravy. I thanked her and moved to grab the large knife and fork to serve myself, but she picked up the utensils, carved me a piece of chicken, and spooned a generous portion of gravy before adding vegetables.

The entire time, I kept noticing how William kept looking at her—like he was a long-lost puppy. The other thing I noticed was that Camille had removed her apron and wasn't wearing the uniform I'd seen her in this time. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans that molded perfectly against her generous ass and a t-shirt with a low-cut neck that did an amazing job of showing off her massive cleavage as she leaned over the table to serve me my portion.

The next thing that surprised me was that when she was done serving me, she placed the utensils back where she had found them, gave us another smile, and left us to continue our conversation. She hadn't offered any food to her fiancé. It felt a little strange, but at the same time, serving wasn't exactly her place. She'd probably been offering me lagniappe since I didn't have an actual server to do that job.