New serial fiction by the author of Luke & Bella
Part 1: Michael
Fucking her had been inevitable, he reasoned. After all, Maggie was not unattractive with her thick red hair, bright green eyes shaded by long red lashes she darkened with mascara, the smattering of freckles across her nose. Beneath those inexpensive business suits she favored, her body wasn’t bad. Don’t think he hadn’t noticed.
It was an odd line of thought for a man on vacation. He stretched out his legs on the chaise and gazed past his bare feet to the turquoise water of the Indian Ocean. His travel agent had assured him that he’d love the Maldives. He raised his glass of bourbon in a toast to Nancy at East Coast Travel, but his thoughts returned to Maggie.
He’d actually been surprised at the firm, full, round tits he’d unearthed beneath that conservative grey blouse. They were much larger than he’d realized, but in a natural, homegrown sort of way.
Obviously, she wasn’t his usual taste. He preferred bottle blondes with tiny waists and store-bought tits, the bigger the better. In fact, if a woman resembled Barbie, it was a plus. Not that he’d turn down a hot brunette, either. He gravitated toward models or occasionally actresses, the more successful the better. Less successful women tended to be needy, emotionally speaking. Flight attendants were his favorites. They could never stay.
He glanced to his right at Vivian, the chosen one accompanying him on this trip. She wore only the tiniest black bikini bottoms, having removed the top to avoid tan lines. Her white blonde hair was swept up in a knot on top of her head. Expensive designer sunglasses shaded eyes he knew were violet, albeit artificially so, thanks to purple contacts. Plumped pouting lips were precisely situated beneath her perfect designer nose. Had she told him that she’d her lips done again just before they left New York? He couldn’t seem to remember. His gaze fell to her enormous tits. They really are her best quality, he thought. Later, he’d fuck those tits. She could always take a shower before dinner. She noticed that he was looking her way. “Hey, baby,” she simpered, fingering her left nipple provocatively. He winked at her then looked away without answering.
As a fellow attorney, Maggie was much too bright for his liking as well. He wasn’t in it for the conversation, after all; he was never interested in what they had to say. And boning a colleague was usually a bad idea. But she’d liked him. She always had, since she first was hired at Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny.
There were those who called Michael Rannigan shallow. He shook his head. Fuck them, and the horse they rode in on, he thought.
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