Page 91 of The Heart You Kept

I glance at my watch. “Fuck.” I look around. “Where are my boys?”

“Outside your office.” Belinda folds her arms as if unimpressed. “Like always.”

“I work them too hard.” I sigh.

“I know.”

I stand and call downstairs. “Niall.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Send your six best girls up to my office, please.”

“Yes, of course. For you, sir?”

“For my guards.”

“Yes, Mr. Prescott.”

I hang up. “I’m leaving now. You go home too, Belinda. Thank you for today.”

She gives me a lopsided smile. “You work yourself way too hard too, you know?”

“You don’t need to worry about me, I’m fine.” I begin to close down my computer.

“How long are you here for?” she asks.

“Until I get everything I need done. Probably until the end of the week.”

She watches me for a moment. “Why don’t you let off some steam and take those girls for yourself?”

“They have nothing I want.”

Knock, knock.

“Come in,” I call.

Six beautiful women dressed in evening dresses appear, looking like walking wet dreams, curvy and glamorous. “You called for us, sir?” They smile hopefully.

“Yes, please come in.” I smile, my eyes drop down their heavenly bodies as they walk past me.

Delicious.

I open the door on the other side of my office that leads out to reception. “Boys.”

They glance up. “Come in here, please.”

They walk into my office and their eyes linger on the women. “Hello.” They nod politely.

“I lost track of time and I’ve worked you too hard today.” I gesture to the girls.

“Each pick two of these beautiful women and retire for the night. Late start tomorrow.”

Their eyes flick to me and then back to the girls.

“Hurry before I take them all myself.” I sigh.

“Unnecessary, sir,” Philippe replies.