Riccardo looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room and egged himself on for what a fool he was. He'd had his orgasm, hadn't he? Even the blonde had climaxed many times, so what was he doing there? He turned sideways to see his catch cuddling up to him. Sighing irritably, he pulled her hands away and ripped the covers off. The semen-soaked, white blanket crashed to the floor, leaving part of the fabric barely covering the naked woman's lower legs.
The view of her back was about to give him an erection, the way she was curled up accentuating her bulging hips and the dip in her waist.
"Focus."
He sat up, his legs touching the floor on his side of the bed, and reached for his watch.
5:45.
He picked up his phone and dialled Edison's.
"Is she on her way yet?"
"Who?" Edison asked back.
"My assistant, of course. You should have picked her up by now then you both should be on your way to the office and -"
