Ben’s Pov
The place had no sign. Nothing more than a high, black glass tower right in the centre of the city. I jumped out of my Lamborghini, the engine still warm, the hum in warm night air. I fastened up my tie and walked to those heavy steel doors.
There was also a lot of expensive perfume smell and clean floors in it. It had a marble desk at the back of which stood a security guard. He did not even bother to ask for my name. He just looked at my watch and nodded.
I pushed up to the counter. I did not feel like talking a lot. I was here for one thing.
“I want a lady,” I said. My voice was steady. “Slim and hot. Someone who can stand properly in a queue.”
He pushed over a tablet toward me. I flipped through images until I came across the image of a lady I wanted to f**k. She had lon
