He left his Girlfriends outside waiting

Peter smiled at Evelyn and the rest of the HR team—still flushed and glowing, hands drifting instinctively to their bellies—before stepping out of the room, leaving the door to swing shut behind him. Elizabeth and Taylor followed close, the air between them crackling with barely contained heat.

Elizabeth kept her composure admirably, though her cheeks burned pink and her fingers kept smoothing the hem of her turtleneck as if trying to ground herself. Every few steps her gaze flicked to Peter, then away, her breathing shallow, thoughts clearly racing in directions she refused to voice aloud. Taylor, on the other hand, had no such restraint.

“Oh my gawd,” Taylor squealed the second they stepped into the corridor, her platinum waves bouncing wildly as she practically skipped beside him, massive breasts jiggling with every excited hop. “Like, you totally fucked all of Human Resources! Teehee! All five of them! Right there in the office! That’s, like, sooo insanely hot!”

Her voice bubbled up, every word dripping with breathy giggles and sexy little sighs, eyes sparkling huge and bright behind her glasses as she pressed even closer, practically vibrating with glee. “I mean, oh em gee, Peter, you’re such a total stud! I’m, like, getting all tingly just thinking about it!”

As he glanced at her sideways, a faint smirk tugging at Peter's mouth. “Taylor,” he said, voice calm but carrying the quiet authority he’d earned today, “what’s my schedule look like for the rest of the day?”

Taylor giggled, already pulling out her phone with one hand while the other reached over to press her massive, firm breasts against his arm—soft, warm, and deliberately distracting. “Your schedule is, like, completely clear, Mr. Vice President,” she teased, drawing out the title with exaggerated breathiness. “No meetings, no calls, no nothing. Totally open for… whatever you want.” She gave a playful little bounce on her toes, making her chest jiggle against him again.

Peter considered that for a moment, then nodded. “Well then, I think I’ll head home.”

Taylor let out an immediate, dramatic whine, pouting her glossy pink lips. “Say it isn’t so?” she purred, pressing even closer, her body heat seeping through his shirt. “You can’t just leave us all hot and bothered like this!”

“My presence here might be a bit too distracting,” Peter replied evenly, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “Besides, with an empty schedule, I’m certain I’d only spend my time getting in people’s way.”

A soft, shaky voice broke the quiet corridor first, coming from half a step behind. “It’s not like we would mind that,” Elizabeth stammered, cheeks flaming even brighter as the words tumbled out. She immediately dropped her gaze to the floor, fingers twisting the hem of her turtleneck in nervous spirals.

Waves of blonde hair bounced wildly with Taylor’s enthusiastic nod. “Exactly! Like, all the staff would welcome your presence. Totally. One hundred percent. No one would complain about a little… extra attention from the new VP.” Lashes fluttered as she pressed closer still, the soft, heavy warmth of her massive breasts against his side. “Especially not me. I’d, like, rearrange your whole day just to keep you here.”

Peter smiled and shook his head. “No, I want this company productive—which means I can’t be here all the time, or I’m certain you’ll all stall working just to fawn over me.”

The words left Elizabeth stuttering in a flustered rush, her face practically incandescent, but Taylor only smirked, platinum strands catching the hallway light as she offered a playful shrug. “True,” she agreed, voice lilting with pure mischief. “We’d probably never get anything done.”

With that, the two women flanked him again—Elizabeth still flushed and quiet, her fingers nervously smoothing her turtleneck, Taylor bubbly and unapologetic, her massive breasts brushing his arm with every step—as they led him back through the corridors toward the elevator and out onto the street.

Peter spotted them immediately.

Val and Mami had claimed a small outdoor table at the café across the plaza, plates pushed aside and coffee cups half-empty, heads bent close in some rapt, giggling discussion. The empty dishes told a clear story: they’d been here the whole time, lingering over a long lunch, waiting for him.

Leaving Elizabeth and Taylor at the building’s entrance—both wearing matching looks of **** sadness, Taylor blowing a dramatic kiss while Elizabeth offered a shy little wave—Peter crossed the street with easy strides.

The moment his shadow fell across their table, both women’s faces lit up like the sun had just broken through clouds.

“¡Papi!” Val exclaimed, dark waves bouncing as she half-rose from her chair, gold bangles jingling.

“Mi rey,” Mami purred right after, her rich voice rolling over the words like warm honey, full lips curving into a slow, sultry smile as she leaned back, one arm draped casually over the back of her chair to accentuate the deep plunge of her red sundress.

Sliding into the seat between them, Peter rested his elbows on the table. “Ladies,” he said, voice low and amused, “enjoying a good lunch, I presume?”

Val leaned in first, her dark hair brushing his shoulder as her pert breasts pressed warmly against his arm, eyes sparkling with playful heat. “Ay, Papi, we were just talking about how long you were taking in there,” she teased, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I was starting to think they had you doing an aptitude test… or maybe something a little more hands-on, hmm?”

A throaty, rich laugh rolled from Mami as she reached across the table, crimson-tipped nails trailing lightly down his forearm. “It took so long, mi amor, I thought they were making you prove yourself in ways we already know you’re muy bueno at.” She winked, dark waves shifting to reveal the graceful curve of her neck, the faint jasmine scent of her skin drifting toward him. “But look at you—walking out like you own the place.”

Peter leaned back, letting a slow, satisfied grin spread across his face. “It went well,” he said simply. “You’re looking at the new Vice President of Bytecore, girls.”

The squeal that erupted from both of them was immediate and delighted.

“¡Ay, Dios mío, Papi!” Val cried, throwing her arms around his neck, pressing her bustybody against him in a fierce hug that left no room for air—or doubt about how proud she was. “Vice President? ¡Eso es enorme!”

A slow, possessive kiss claimed him as Mami rose halfway from her seat, leaning across the table to capture his mouth. Her tongue slid against his with lazy, deliberate heat, lingering before she drew back just enough to murmur against his lips, “Mi rey… Vice President. You deserve every bit of it, cariño. We’re so proud.” Crimson-tipped nails trailed up his thigh beneath the table, squeezing with blatant promise. “And we’re going to celebrate properly tonight—slow, deep, until you can’t remember anything but us.”

From his other side Val nipped playfully at his earlobe, her soft giggle vibrating against his skin. “Sí, Papi… we’ve got plans. Big plans. And you’re the star of every single one.”

Peter let himself sink into the warmth of their attention, the city noise fading into a distant hum as Val and Mami pressed closer, their bodies soft and insistent against him. He wanted to fuck them again, but not here in the open. Peter knew he had two choices either return home or head Vanderbilt Vanderlace and use the VIP rooms there. Ilona would be pleased to see him again as would Vivienne