The family that preys together…- 7

While Crispin was bemoaning his life or lack thereof, Bryant was staring in amusement at his secretary. “They want what?”

“To talk to you about their new line of men's clothing.”

“Tell them to send me photos. If I think they have something worth talking about then they get an appointment, not before.”

“Yes sir.”

She smiled at him before leaving and he watched her tight, curvy ass with appreciation until she’d closed the door behind her. Only common sense and the knowledge that fraternizing with his employees wasn’t the wisest thing he could do on many fronts had kept him from asking her out a long time ago.

But that didn’t mean there weren’t females in his life. He hit up the bars often enough of an evening when the urge hit, picking up some pretty, gullible young woman or another, perhaps taking them back to the flat he owned in the city instead of going to their places. The flat his brother and father knew nothing about. Whenever that happened he just blamed his late arrival home on needing to take a potential client out to supper to finalize a deal. Those rare times when he didn’t make it home until morning he would reluctantly admit that he’d spent the night with a female he’d met at a club. They couldn’t fault him for that; after all he was human and male with a male’s needs.

And tonight would be one of those nights, if the day would ever end. Which it did finally. After locking up he hurried down to the parking garage, tossed his suit jacket in the back seat of his car, and took off for his favorite watering hole.

“What’ll it be, Bry?” the bartender asked.

“The usual.” Bryant looked around as he waited. The bar was quickly filling up with young singles stopping on their way home from work for a drink and maybe a hook-up if they got lucky. When his drink appeared he turned to ask the bartender, “Seen Judy around recently?”

“Not for, hell a couple of weeks. Guess she finally found herself someone.”

“Not surprising, she was cute. Thought a bit much of herself though, but I guess that’s the norm around here.” Bryant chuckled, “That kind, or the poor losers looking for a wink and a nod from some dude to make their day.” 

“Name of the game, Bry, name of the game.” The bartender went back to work leaving Bryant to savor his drink while he decided which woman would get lucky and get him tonight. The one thing he knew for certain, it wouldn’t be Judy. She was history now.