It’s Saturday afternoon. Thursday and Friday passed at the usual crazy pace. Between work meetings, negotiations, and conference calls, I barely had time to eat. To be honest, having lost my appetite since that famous night at the Ritz, I didn’t even want to. Not that I was consciously thinking of Lauryn. But there wasn’t an hour in those two days, a prisoner in my office, where my mind didn’t dwell on that night. Which, every time, gave me an erection, and then I blamed myself for leaving her to see the sights alone.
The only moments without thinking about Lauryn were my phone calls to Lena every night. I can’t wait for my daughter to finish her higher education in Switzerland and come home so I can start getting her involved in my business. She’s far from being enthusiastic about workin
