Raj's intro

Finally, Ramya might be getting an Indian love interest.

Raj Patel leans over the railing of his penthouse balcony, fuming. First, his private jet develops a maintenance issue that will not be fixed for a week. Then the commercial flight he books as a workaround gets delayed until tomorrow.

At least the business meetings went well. The other firm's CEO agreed to his terms, and their companies will form a venture that should make them both a ton of money.

A sly grin spreads across his face as he scans the beach. There she is again — the hot, tall Indian woman from last night’s company dinner. She's prancing around in a thong with her sexy friend, or maybe lover. Raj admired her from a distance when she gave that confident speech after her promotion to CIO. She's smart. Hard-working. Exactly his type.

Last night she was in a dress that clung to her athletic curves and big tits. He assumed they were fake since she's so fit, but now he's pleasantly surprised to see a glorious pair of natural hangers heaving and bouncing while she plays volleyball. Her thin bikini top is losing the fight. He hopes for a wardrobe malfunction any second.

His cock stirs in his pants.

Kiki appears beside him and chuckles. He flashes her an annoyed look, but he adores his favorite assistant, the woman who runs so many aspects of his personal and professional life with terrifying precision.

"That's my future wife," he declares.

Kiki laughs. "Does she know that?"

"She will," he says with a cocky grin.

Raj is 28, self-made, and one of the most recognizable young billionaires in India. No one on this beach would know his face, but back home the tabloids follow him. He will settle down eventually (his father, who worked as an impoverished farmer, nags his billionaire son as much as any Indian parent would), but for now he enjoys the playboy life.

Seeing Ramya in that tiny thong, her thick ass cheeks on display, he's certain she has already been run through by a long line of American men. His cock throbs at the thought. He's fucked plenty of innocent Indian virgins before — shy, tight, nervous girls who pop their cherry hoping to marry rich. They were satisfying in their own way, but it would be nice to fuck an Indian woman who is already a little more broken in. A confident, curvy girl who already knows how to handle his big cock.

She might think she's different because she's a corporate executive with brains and confidence, but once he turns on the money, charm, and star power, she will spread her legs like the rest.

Then his phone rings, and he cringes at the name on the screen. Another work fire that he needs to put out. But this is the life he loves. A serial entrepreneur, he blends non-stop work seamlessly with pleasure.

"Want me to arrange a meet with her?"

He shakes his head no before answering the call. The best he could hope for today is a basic introduction in front of her cock-blocking friend anyway. Raj knows he will be visiting the U.S. often now that he struck the deal with her firm, so he'll get fuck her eventually.