Page 9 of Daddy Brigadier

“I’ll do it first thing in the morning,” Lev says.

“No! Go now!”

He excuses himself. “I’ll see you back at the loft.”

As I exit the restaurant, I let out a deep sigh, seeing the sidewalk empty and all of my dinner party guests gone.

“Where to?” my driver asks, standing patiently on the sidewalk.

“El Grande,” I tell him, knowing I need to catch up with Andrei at his home before the night ends.

Just then, an image of the cracked phone left on the bathroom floor comes to me. “Shit! I left my phone in the bathroom,” I mention.

“I’ll get it, Brigadier,” my driver replies, quickly dashing into the restaurant.

The night air is bracingly cold, and I warm my hands by blowing on them as I stride toward my black vehicle parked across the street. As I open the door and slide into the backseat, my attention is drawn to the seat next to me. There sits a young lady in a snug dress, legs elegantly crossed, her gaze fixed intently on mine.

“Good evening,” she greets, her voice smooth and enticing.

“I think you owe me some money.” I glance at her long, beautiful legs, resisting the urge to touch them.

“And how would you like me to repay you?” she asks, drawing my attention back to her face as she traces her finger across her chest and puckers her lips.

Immediately, I jump over to her seat, positioning myself on top of her. I firmly pin her body beneath mine, and she gasps as my face comes within an inch of hers.

“Little girl, I’m not the man you want to play with,” I growl.

Instead of fear in her eyes, I see a spark of desire. Perhaps even a flame. She opens her legs, drawing my body deeper into hers.

I could fuck her right now. I bet she would let me.

The thought of sticking my cock in her sends a bolt of ecstasy through my body. I’m sure she can feel my excitement pressing against her waist.

“Why don’t you start by telling me who you are?”

“I’m just a girl sitting in your vehicle,” she says, her voice steady but unmistakably nervous.

“Why? You want something.”

“Yes, I do want something from you, Brigadier,” she responds, her hands pushing on my chest, trying to create distance between us.

I can’t help but laugh as I settle back into my seat, intrigued by her boldness.

“So, what do you want?” I inquire, straightening my tie with one hand while brazenly adjusting my cock with the other.

“I’m looking for a man,” she replies, playfully brushing my leg with her heels, and my cock twitches from her slightest touch.

“If you want me to fuck you, you just need to ask,” I say, trying to relieve the strain in my cock by grabbing myself.

“Perhaps next time.”

Was that an invitation for me to bury myself between her thighs?

“I’m looking for Ivan Petrov,” she says, her jaw tightening as she says his name.

“And how do you think I can help you?”

With a dismissive roll of her eyes, she replies, “You know where he is.”