Free Juice: Part One (Juice #1) by Victoria Starke Page B

assistant says, you have nothing to worry about.”
         We’re face to face now. Damn. Even drenched in sweat, this man smells delicious.
         “Why, thank you!” I squeak.
         “What did you say your name was again?”
         “Bronwyn Cole”
         “I’m Everett Chase. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” he says.
         The pleasure is all mine, Everett.
         “Will you help me run these up to my place?”
         I think to myself, who is this young man with an assistant, a running habit, and the audacity to invite a total stranger up to his place? Then again, I hear this building has the best views of the entire city, so at least if he kills me, it will be a beautiful place to die.
         “Sure, I hear the views are sexy,” I say, trying to use my sultriest voice, and recover from my earlier stumble.
         “The sexiest”, he says holding my gaze and making my skin flush.
         A short high-speed elevator trip later, I enter the 96 th floor apartment after him to a brilliant bright space, seemingly made entirely of floor to ceiling glass, Italian marble, and plush leather seating. I walk up to a wall of windows and can see the entirety of Central Park. The summer sun is now setting and drawing long shadows across the cityscape.
         “Wow… we’re so high up. It’s making me dizzy.”
         “You get used it,” he says. “Here, sit for a moment.”
         I sit on a soft white leather chaise, but my eyes follow Mr. Chase walking into his bedroom now, who’s pulling off his sweat-wicking running shirt to reveal a muscular and tattooed back. Maybe there’s some bad boy in this rich kid.
         “I was lying earlier,” he calls from the other room, “It’s not my assistant that ordered your juices. I actually love these things,” he confesses while cracking a bottle open.
         “Ha, I knew it!” I reply.
         “You know, the health and nutrition market is something I’d like to get into,” he says while walking back over to me shirtless. “Are you interested in investment or do you like to do it solo?” If his back was impressive, his chest and torso are even more so. He has a huge double-eagle tattoo framing his heaving pectoral muscles. I can’t hide my admiration for his physique, looking up and down his frame.
         Everett is now standing just a few feet away from me while I’m still seated. I’m again caught off guard by his candor and direct nature. But I’m also unable not to notice the impressive bulge in his running pants, which is starting to grow.
         I feel a warmness in my inner thighs, which I quickly misdirect by asking, “What kind of investment can you offer? We’re one of the fastest growing juice cleanses on the market,” I lie.
         I’m now questioning everything going on. Could he just using his status and looks to use me for sex before tossing me out to the New York streets? Shouldn’t I check with my business partner Piper first? Do I really even care?
         “I created, built, and sold one of the most popular blogging platforms in internet history, and I’m now fortunate to be in a very strong cash position,” Everett says while pacing back and forth. “Frankly I’m bored with this money sitting in the bank and want to make new connections with promising upstart talents like yourself. I see a lot of potential in this space,” he says while looking up and down my shape.
         “Are you willing to work together?”, he says with his thick cock straining against the fabric just inches from my face.
         My clit is tingling and I’m unable to ignore my needs anymore. “Yes, Everett, I would love to work with you,” I say as I settle into the chaise further, and pulling him on top of me.
         We lock lips in a passionate kiss, while he pushes me into the soft and velvety leather. His strong tongue enters my mouth with insistence while I feel his