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escort I hated most. The pay was good, but at what price for the women these men supposedly loved? I hated their stories. Their lies. Some days they'd unload all they had. Other days they settled for a quick fuck and go on their way.
Not my orange spice. The only words I'd ever heard pass through his lips were in the midst of passion. Aside from knowing he'd be welcome in my bed, he was a complete mystery to me.
So when he arrived a few minutes early the next day, something heavy settled in the pit of my stomach. Always punctual, I could tell just by the way he closed the door that something wasn't right.
A light touch on my shoulder and a warm bathrobe around my arms confirmed my suspicions. He'd covered me. Whatever he'd come for today, sex wasn't part of it. But if he didn't need my services, why did he come in the first place? He has your number. He easily could've called me to cancel. There was no reason he had to come and do so in person.
"I'm sorry I didn't call first," he said, keeping a hand on my shoulder. "But this was something I'd rather do in person."
If there was ever a time I wanted to look at him most, now was it. His voice was heavy, and I could've sworn there was a hint of regret.
"I apologize, but I cannot stay for our appointment this afternoon, but..." He exhaled, and the knot in my stomach wound a little tighter. "What are you doing tonight?"
What? It took everything I had not to face him. In the time it had taken him to put the robe around my shoulders, something had changed. I couldn't place it, but something definitely felt off. I just hadn't decided if I liked it yet or not.
"Kira?"
"Hmm?" He asked you a question, remember? "Umm, not that I know of. Why?"
Was he rescheduling? Was he trying to figure out how late I left my door open to clients? I chewed my lip, and the longer it took for him to reply, the more restless I became.
Breathe, Kira. Remember to breathe. It was impossible to take a breath with him in the same room.
When he finally spoke, his voice almost cracked. "Then, if you wouldn’t mind, I'd like to meet later this evening—but not here."
I swallowed hard. "But this is where I..."
"This is where you work, I know. However, that isn't my reason for inviting you elsewhere. Let's just say I have an event I must attend, and I'm in dire need of a personal companion."
A companion? Was he seriously asking me out...on a date? "I don't know if I should."
"Do you have plans?" He knew I didn't. I'd already said as much. "If money is an issue—"
"No, it isn't that...it's just..." I trailed off.
Yes, Kira, why don't you want to meet with him? If he was asking me out, that meant I'd finally get to see his face. Learn his name.
There was no reason I could conjure up that would've been the truth. Truth is...I want to go with you.
"Maybe I was being too forward," he said, pulling me from my thoughts. "But if you don't mind my saying, you and I both know business as an escort isn't entirely sound."
My body stiffened.
"I'm not going to out you. However, I don't think I need to tell you how dangerous this—what you're doing, especially from your own home—is. That said, would you be willing to offer your services outside the home?" He caressed my cheek. "It would be in a public place. Like I said before, I'm in need of a companion, and well..." I could almost imagine him shrugging to finish off the sentence.
I leaned into his caress and smiled. There was nothing wrong. He just hasn't asked a woman out on a date in a while. Either that, or like me, he had no idea how to handle our relationship when it didn't involve some of the best sex I'd ever had.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" I corrected myself before I could get a good look at him.
But it didn't help the fact I'd noticed the firmly pressed suit he had on. Fuck. I knew he was a businessman, but from the short glimpse I got of him, he not only wore the suit well, he looked damn-near perfect in it.
"Why yes, I suppose I