Lisa's Arrogant Client

By Viktor Redreich

He's making me nervous. I'm just trying to do my job.

His bold, confident gaze is making my hands tremble.

He must think I'm so clumsy.

It's my first day. He's my first client.

Why did it have to be a hot, arrogant guy?

I refuse to get tempted by him. I'm not that kind of girl.

Not anymore.

Besides, it's against the rules.

He smells so good though. So manly and raw.

I'll just close my eyes and sniff him for a moment.

Nobody has to know.

 

Lisa's Arrogant Client is a new adult/contemporary romance novella by author Viktor Redreich.

Viktor's novels zoom-in on the lives of impressionable young ladies in relationships with powerful older men.

A young maid having an affair with the man of the house, for example. Or a girl who falls in love with her mother's ex-boyfriend. A well-behaved but attention-starved girl who finally finds the validation she craves in the arms of a wealthy businessman.

Lisa's Arrogant Client is a highly-rated, well-written introduction to Viktor Redreich's vast body of work.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Redreich Publishing Limited
• Release date: Apr 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781913376185

Viktor Redreich

Viktor Redreich has written over 30 books read more than a million times. Problem is, he hates writing. He’d much rather be zooming around a race track in a sports car or sipping single malt whiskey while sitting by a crackling bonfire. He’d rather be bungee jumping from a cliff into the depths of a tropical rainforest or sailing across the crystal blue seas on a yacht, surrounded by beautiful girls in bikinis. He writes because he’s forced to. It all started when he quit his advertising job. Formerly Senior Strategist for one of the world’s biggest advertising agencies, he had a new job offer he couldn’t refuse: Chief Marketing Officer for a newly-legalized casino. Before he started this new job though, he decided to take a few days off to visit Japan. And so, one spring afternoon, in the midst of powder pink cherry blossom trees on the banks of the Kamogawa river in Kyoto, he put pen to paper. Yes, actual old-fashioned fountain pen on leather-bound paper. And he wrote. And wrote, and wrote. Joyous couples walked past the bench he was sitting on, pushing babies in strollers. Lovers waltzed past, stealing kisses and holding hands as the skies turned orange and golden and yellow, a peach parfait of colors, as the evening came.  Lovers were soon replaced by dolled-up geisha stepping steadfastly towards tea houses as the sky darkened, turning violet, crimson and maroon. As Viktor continued to write, drunken businessmen began to appear in his midst, stumbling from one bar to the next, their loud ramblings filling the midnight canopy. By sunrise, Viktor had written his first book--Full Body Massage--a story about an erotic massage therapist named Kent with a heart of gold who used his hands not just to make women cum, but to heal their aching souls. As soon as he’d finished writing his first book, Viktor got up from the bench he’d been sitting on and tossed the leather-bound notebook into the trash.

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Lisa’s Arrogant Client

Viktor Redreich

Contents

1. Keep your legs closed

2. Little girl juice

3. Might as well touch it

4. Try harder

5. Take off your clothes

6. Give me more

7. Little slut

8. This is your life now

Author's Note

From Megan Disgraced by Viktor Redreich

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously.

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Text copyright © 2020 by Viktor Redreich

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This book is dedicated to Evie.

I didn’t intend to hurt you. I’m sorry. Forgive me.

Chapter 1

Keep your legs closed

Lisa watched the man through the crack in the doorway, her heart thumping in her breast. The soft light of the massage parlor waiting area gave his olive skin a delicious warm glow, highlighting the straight, angular features of his face. His thick eyebrows flared at the edges, like feathered wings. They pressed together as he breathed in the steam from a cup of green tea, relaxed again as he brought the rim of the cup to his lips and drank. His throat bobbed. He lifted his head, breathed a sigh nearly as steamy as the tea.

They couldn’t give me an arthritic old lady for my first client?

The man looked up from his tea, his face tilted in a direction out of her range of vision. She knew that room out there well enough from her training to guess what he was looking at. Either himself in the frosted mirror, or the clock that kept time with its measured, muted ticks.

If there was the slightest chance of it being the clock, she couldn’t keep him waiting.

Lisa twisted the door knob to make it seem as though she was opening it for the first time and stepped through. She clasped her hands in front of herself. Mr. Battisti?

His blue eyes darted to her, seemed to take all of her in an instant. He stood, unfurling himself to what must have been 6’6 of muscular male. That’s me, he said, though I’d appreciate it if you would call me Enzo."

Madame Vera tells me to never call a client by their first name. Lisa blushed as the words slipped from her lips. She had broken the illusion. This whole massage thing was meant to be a pure, relaxing experience for clients and she had gone and pulled aside the curtain to show them what went on behind the scenes.

The man regarded her, eyes raking up and down her body. A trace of a smirk curled on his lips. Madame Vera would also tell you to do whatever makes a client feel more comfortable. In my case, that would be calling me Enzo.

He was right about that. Enzo, it is. Um, welcome to Gentle Cascades. Thank you for coming to be with us. My name is Lisa. Did you enjoy your tea?

I did, Enzo said.

Very good, sir. Please, would you follow me?

Yes.

Lisa put on her best smile and beckoned for Enzo to follow her. She was back on script. The curtain had been pulled shut. She could still do this right.

Doing this right, controlling herself, successfully massaging this gorgeous Italian man, would mean so much to her.

She guided Enzo down a dimly-lit hall to a small side room where bamboo racks held shoes, most of which were rather small and feminine. A rattan stool was in the center of the room, in front of a prepared wood basin of warm, soapy water. The only other furniture in the room was a table in one of the corners, with a fragrance lamp providing the sole source of light. The scent had been selected by Enzo as part of his massage package, as had the soap and oils in the water. Either he had gotten lucky or had a knack for fragrance, because the room smelled sweet, heady, divine.

Please take off your shoes and put them up, Lisa said, motioning to the racks. Remember where you put them, not that I think you’ll have much difficulty finding yours. I’d like to wash your feet.

Enzo removed his shoes and placed them on the rack, and indeed the black loafers would have been impossible to misplace.

Lisa kneeled in front of Enzo as he sat on the stool and removed his socks for him. She put them with his shoes and began washing his feet, working her fingers between his