Muse in Lingerie Read online Penelope Sky (Lingerie #1)

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Lingerie Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
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I followed the signal to a small café next to the road. It had a patio outside, tables with umbrellas to block out the summer heat. A fountain was in the center, falling water mixing with the Italian music that played in the background.

A man rose from his chair to greet her. He kissed her on the cheek.

Alright, I was liking this guy a little more.

He pulled out the chair for her next and then sat across from her.

I stood across the street and watched their date from an alleyway. There was lots of smiling and lots of talking, so it seemed to be going well. He didn’t try to show affection during the date by touching her hand or leg under the table. He wore a collared shirt with jeans. He looked young, like a young man in his university years.

When the bill arrived, he paid for it.

Good.

They left the restaurant together and walked up the street, probably heading back to her place.

I lingered behind, staying a good distance away.

Halfway there, he grabbed her hand and held it.

He walked her to her door, and they exchanged a few words before he kissed her goodnight.

I looked away so I wouldn’t have to see it.

And then he left.

She went inside, and he headed back toward the restaurant.

Maybe I overreacted a little bit.

I headed back toward my place, walking a few blocks toward the western part of town.

My phone rang, and her name appeared on the screen.

I answered. “Changed your mind about hanging out?”

“Conway, watch me again, and see what happens.”

Click.

* * *

Anastasia spent her time watching TV and eating whatever was in the kitchen. She didn’t try to make conversation with me after I’d become unresponsive to most things she said. I spent the majority of my time in my office, sketching out all the ideas that were coming to mind.

Ever since Ten walked into my life, I’d been nothing but inspired.

When I felt her body in my hands, my lips ached to worship her. I wanted to taste her, to taste her perfume instead of just smelling it. I wanted to press my hard dick against her ass so she would know how much she turned me on.

So she would know how perfect she looked in my lingerie.

Her tits were perky and beautiful in the push-up bra. Her ass was tight and bubbly in the thong. When she held the right posture, she was more dazzling than any queen that ever lived. Unlike the other women in my world, she was completely real. She didn’t care about my money or my lingerie.

It made her more hypnotic.

And it made me love my job even more.

I left the building in jeans and a t-shirt and headed down the street to Club Lingerie. Carter was there, and that was the usual place we discussed business because I had eyes and ears all over the place. It was full of beautiful women, and little did they know they acted as a distraction. No man got inside without being thoroughly vetted by security.

I turned the corner and walked under the street lamps. Groups of girls passed in their finest, ready to go out on the town. Milan was a city that never slept. Cafés were open late, and bars never seemed to close. Sometimes people recognized me, but most of the time, they didn’t.

I preferred it when they didn’t.

My brain returned to thinking about the newest model who had completely changed my show. She changed the lineup, the outfits, and even me. Just a month ago, my life was predictable and boring. But then I was told some woman auditioned in jeans and a t-shirt—and requested to do anything besides model.

It was the strangest thing I’d ever heard.

I was thinking about her so much that I imagined the woman coming toward me was her. Her brown hair was pulled over one shoulder, and she was in a blue sundress with her purse over the other shoulder. When I came closer, her head lifted and she looked right at me.

Her eyes were the same color blue.

I started to wonder if this wasn’t my lustful imagination. I’d been thinking about her constantly since I tasted her skin, so I imagined her everywhere—including my bed. But now that I was close to this woman, I was certain it was her.

She stopped in front of me, carrying a plastic bag that contained her laundry. Her bright blue eyes met mine with their usual confidence, and she showed her sweet smile. But the slight tint to her cheeks told me that my kisses were still on her mind. “Conway.”

I liked the way my name rolled off her tongue. “Ten.” I stopped in front of her, but I invaded her space far more than a stranger would. It was impossible for me to stay even three feet away from her. I had to be up close and personal. I felt like I owned her—not just because she was on my payroll and modeled my lingerie. “What are you doing this evening?”


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