Chapter 21: Hendrix

Hendrix

Finally, she was playing by my rules.

Let her guard down long enough for me to trap her.

Wear her down.

Take that luscious pussy between her thighs and make her cry out my name.

Reaching a hand toward the elevator's panel, I punched in my access code and the elevator pinged. Jostled us a tiny bit as we began to ascend.

I'd had this elevator rigged to my liking. It was private and of use to only the penthouse tenant: me.

Everyone else who lived or rented office space in this building used the one at the other end of this hallway.

Moreover, it didn't hurt that I owned this structure. One of the many still under my name.

My motto was:

Think it. Build it. Sell it.

And I did, for the most part, but living here part-time had me holding on. And now, with better purpose.

Beau.

She would be moving in with me even if I had to transfer her belongings myself. Nymph had no idea the plans I had for her. How she would help me with social appearances - play the role of arm candy, and tend to