Uncontrollable Bachelor (Bachelor Tower Series), стр. 2
Tolerating her snide remarks normally isn’t an issue and I’m not going to let it be one today either. I know her game. She hoped if she pushed hard enough, I might actually divulge information to her. There was no fucking chance of that happening.
If she was this damn outspoken and bold in the office, I’d hate to see what she was like with her husband and friends. But I make it a point not to know anything about my employees’ personal lives. It makes cutting ties and firing them so much cleaner, easier.
Clenching my fist, I entered my office, closed the door behind me, and headed for the bar. It wasn’t even noon, but fuck, I needed a drink. I poured myself a scotch, downed the contents, and placed the empty glass back on the bar. I was keeping it handy, not sure if I would need another shot. Getting a buzz on might ease my tension, but wouldn’t necessarily help me think any clearer.
Sitting in my leather chair, I opened the top left drawer of my mahogany desk and pulled out a Cuban. Usually I only smoke these when I have something to celebrate. Today I smoked one for medicinal purposes. I swiveled to look out the large glass window of my office.
There’s something to say about being on the fourteenth floor in the financial district of Boston. It’s a status and a view that comes with a high price tag, but money is not an issue when it comes to getting what I want. I wish it was as easy as buying my way into the towers. But they’re invitation only, and only when there’s a vacancy.
Reaching over, I crushed my cigar out in the ash tray. Actual work was waiting for me, but my mind was still two blocks away. This was ridiculous. My gut was twisted in a knot. It’d been a long time since I wanted anything this badly. Granted, I was next on the list, but how fucking long would that be? A month, a year? Maybe five? Patience wasn’t a virtue I possessed. And now I got to sit in my office and stare out the window with a view of the Bachelor Towers only two blocks away. “Fuck!”
It was bullshit. My only chance to get in was if someone bit the bullet and fell in love. Women could accompany the men upstairs but were not allowed to live there. If someone did have a serious relationship, his girlfriend wouldn’t stand for that shit too long. Eventually, the poor bastard would need to move out of heaven, which meant a vacancy.
But in the tower, most men were of like mind. Wives? Girlfriends? Both were a distraction that demanded more time than they were worth. These men worked hard and played hard. Hate to wish it on any of them, but right now I needed one of them to fall victim to the oldest trap in the world. Love.
Would that happen? Eventually, yes. But I’m not one who sits back and lets things happen naturally. You can’t guarantee results that way, and time that is lost can’t be recaptured.
If I ever doubted my stance on never asking for help, it was reaffirmed when I met Gary F. Brockton, a man I had much respect for. He left a legacy to be proud of. Those are footsteps I want to follow.
I met Gary at a fundraising event and was impressed with his business ethic. He was pure genius. As the founder of the Bachelor Towers, I had asked him how he’d come up with such a fucking brilliant idea. Gary had told me it was by not letting anyone interfere with his vision because no two people ever truly saw things alike.
The haven Gary created at the exclusive Bachelor Towers co-op not only provided a network of some of the top Forbes 500 businessmen, but amenities that were equally impressive. After a long day in the office, the tower was the next best thing to a vacation. I could start my day at the gym and end it with the company of a beautiful woman who understood that all I’m looking for is a night of decent conversation and mind-fucking-blowing sex. Damn, I could use that right now to relieve some of this fucking frustration.
It wasn’t as though a man couldn’t have all that outside of the towers. Hell, I had no real complaints about my apartment now. But I made a promise to myself that one day I’d live there, and nothing was going to change my mind.
I’d been to the towers a few times to visit colleagues of mine. Once to meet for dinner in the private fine dining restaurant and another time in the scotch bar where men could smoke their imported cigars and not have to hear any bitching about it. Both times as I had waited in the lobby, I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful women, not for hire, but with hopes that they’d be lucky enough for an invitation to accompany one of the men upstairs, even if for just one night.
It would be a change for me, because I didn’t allow women to into my home for any other reason than housecleaning. My theory is if I don’t ask them in, I don’t have to tell them to leave. That might change when I get into the towers, because the ladies all understand the rules there. But it’s a moot point until I’m offered a place.
I know there’s another way. There always is. All I have to do is fucking find it.
My intercom buzzed. Damn it, Betsy, get the fucking hint already.
She was more like me than I’d care to admit. When her mind was set on something, she wasn’t going to quit. We had gone