Guilty Pleasure by Justus Roux Read Free Book Online Page B

took the elevator up to Michael’s
penthouse. A mixture of fear and arousal filled her. She got out of
the elevator and just beyond it was the door to his penthouse.
    “ Girl, I hope you know what
you are doing?” she told herself.
    She rang the doorbell and within a few
moments the door open. Michael was wearing just a pair of jeans.
God, he looked good.
    “ Come in, Nicole.” He
headed into the main living area.
    “ Whoa…” Nicole exclaimed as
the skyline of Chicago was easily viewed from the large windows.
“How do you afford living here? Oh, I’m sorry I…”
    “ It’s okay, Nicole,”
Michael chuckled. He handed her a glass of wine. “Nothing has to
happen, Nicole. It’s just enough you showed up.”
    She took the glass of wine from him as her
eyes traveled down his well-chiseled chest. She wanted to run her
hands over the beauty of his body…her pussy moistened at the
thought of tasting his skin, feeling the hardness of him…her
breathing quickened. She quickly everted her gaze. She had to keep
a level head. She was afraid to want him, but more so, she was
feared that she might fall in love with him. Oh, she was getting
way ahead of herself. She had to change her thoughts quickly.
    “ Do you want me to take off
my shoes?” she asked.
    “ If you want to. Drink the
wine to calm your nerves.”
    “ Yes, Sir.”
    “ I’m intrigued that you
still have the need to address me as Sir while you are standing in
my home.”
    “ I’m sorry…”
    “ Please don’t apologize. I
like that you call me Sir. Feel free to look around. And to answer
your earlier question about affording this place, well my parents
are quite rich and I have done really well in my
practice.”
    Nicole walked over to the large window. The
view was breathtaking.
    “ Where ever you look out
has an amazing view that is why I bought this condo. I’m going to
finish up dinner as you explore.”
    “ You didn’t have to make me
dinner.”
    “ I know, but I wanted
to.”
    She smiled shyly at him. She couldn’t resist
exploring his large condo. The furnishing were modern and sleek,
yet there was a coldness, a sterility about how he had this large
condo decorated. She walked over to a huge bookshelf that went
floor to ceiling. It even had a wooden ladder so someone could
reach the top bookshelf. She liked that, the large antique
bookshelf gave a bit of warmth to the space. She moved closer to
look at some of the titles. There were shelves filled with
self-help books. Her gaze traveled higher and there were of course
books on law and all the fiction classics.
    “ There you are,” Michael
said as he came up to her and poured her another glass of
wine.
    “ I was just checking out
your books. I wouldn’t think you would need all these self-help
books you are so confident.”
    “ I wasn’t always that way.
When your parents are highly successful in their chosen fields, a
lot is expected of you.”
    “ What does your parents
do?”
    “ My father is a skilled
surgeon and my mom owns a successful art gallery. So naturally
everyone expected their only child to be exceptional.”
    “ The pressure of that must
have been enormous.”
    “ It was. But I’m
tough.”
    He couldn’t tell her that he had to study
how so called normal people think, or that knowing the psyche of a
wide range of people would make it easier to trick his victims. He
had forgotten about those self-help books. Yet, judging by that
look of empathy, which always intrigue him about her, was plastered
on her face she easily bought his story. Sure his parents were
successful and they did exactly what he told her. But they never
pressured him to do anything. They only wanted him to be happy.
    Michael grabbed her hand and led her to the
dining room.
    “ Sit.”
    She did. “Your condo is so large. Do you
entertain a lot?”
    “ Nope.” He set the plate of
stir-fry in front of her. “I like my space. And like I said the
view was worth the price of this condo.” He sat