tonight in a poker game against you, apparently." I guess I could have put all that a bit more professionally, but I was enjoying seeing the various expressions cross the face of my hottie in business attire.
"You're one of Gus's girls?"
"I am. Cate. Nice to meet you." I extended my hand and he took long enough to reciprocate that I began to wonder if he would. Right along with wondering if I'd spend the night out here in the hallway. Although, it was a really nice hall. "Did you want me to come in?"
The question seemed to knock Hottie McHotster out of his stupor. He took a step back. "Uh, yeah. Come on in."
Maybe I'd woken him. That would explain the confusion, and why his hair looked all tousled and sexy, as if someone had run their hands through it. Just looking at him sure made me want to run my hands through it. I'd rather die than tell Gus this, but after meeting this man I was looking forward to this job.
I decided to make nice and make sure he enjoyed my company as much as I anticipated enjoying his. After all, I was an ambassador for Gus's Cat Haus. "I'm sorry I took so long getting here. I know it's late. You were probably about to go to sleep."
"It's all right. I was up working." He tipped his head toward the cavernous space behind him where I could only assume he'd been working on some project or another.
"Good. I'd hate to have thought I woke you."
His gaze dropped down my body, spending quite a bit of time on my suit.
Yeah, I'd worn a suit to a "private party". I'd paid a fortune for the summer-weight, off-white pants and jacket and I hardly ever got to wear the damn thing. Gus said to dress classy. I dressed classy.
"I’m sorry. It's just—you're not what I was expecting." He shook his head, looking baffled. "Just to clarify, you, uh, um—"
Since he couldn't seem to get the words out, I decided to help him. "Have sex in exchange for money for a living?"
One brow rose again. "Yes. That."
"Yes, I do. Did you want me to ask Gus to send another girl more to your liking?"
He let out a short laugh. "No, that's not necessary."
Not exactly a compliment but I decided to forgive him. He was clearly out of his element here. What the hell Gus had been doing in a high stakes poker game with the likes of this guy, I couldn't figure. But here we were. Maybe my suit had thrown him too much. I did look more like I was here to apply for a bank loan than to get sweaty in bed with him.
If we ever got farther into the suite than the front door so we could get to the bed that is . . .
I unbuttoned my jacket and slid it down my arms to move things along. The lace camisole drew his gaze, as I'd hoped. I was proud of my boobs. They weren't huge but they were a nice size and real. Not many girls in this town could claim the same. I looked around for somewhere to put the jacket. That seemed to knock him out of his trance.
"Here. Let me take that." He reached for my jacket.
"Thanks, um—What should I call you?"
"Oh, sorry. I haven't introduced myself. You can call me John."
That struck my funny bone and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me. I covered my mouth with my hand but not quickly enough to smother my amusement. He noticed and frowned until realization dawned visibly on his face.
His mouth turned up with a crooked little grin. "That's what you call your customers, isn't it?"
I nodded, still smiling. "Yup."
He moved to the closet just inside the door and slipped my jacket over a hanger, and then turned back at me. "It's actually my name, though."
I wasn't sure if I believed him or not, but it didn't matter to me. "John it is then. So, John, what are you interested in tonight?"
His eyes widened a bit. "I don't know. What am I allowed?"
I was beginning to suspect this might be John's first time with a girl like me. Sure, most guys had run across strippers over the years, but not many had access to high priced call girls. "Whatever you want."
"There are no rules?" A frown creased the brow above
"You're one of Gus's girls?"
"I am. Cate. Nice to meet you." I extended my hand and he took long enough to reciprocate that I began to wonder if he would. Right along with wondering if I'd spend the night out here in the hallway. Although, it was a really nice hall. "Did you want me to come in?"
The question seemed to knock Hottie McHotster out of his stupor. He took a step back. "Uh, yeah. Come on in."
Maybe I'd woken him. That would explain the confusion, and why his hair looked all tousled and sexy, as if someone had run their hands through it. Just looking at him sure made me want to run my hands through it. I'd rather die than tell Gus this, but after meeting this man I was looking forward to this job.
I decided to make nice and make sure he enjoyed my company as much as I anticipated enjoying his. After all, I was an ambassador for Gus's Cat Haus. "I'm sorry I took so long getting here. I know it's late. You were probably about to go to sleep."
"It's all right. I was up working." He tipped his head toward the cavernous space behind him where I could only assume he'd been working on some project or another.
"Good. I'd hate to have thought I woke you."
His gaze dropped down my body, spending quite a bit of time on my suit.
Yeah, I'd worn a suit to a "private party". I'd paid a fortune for the summer-weight, off-white pants and jacket and I hardly ever got to wear the damn thing. Gus said to dress classy. I dressed classy.
"I’m sorry. It's just—you're not what I was expecting." He shook his head, looking baffled. "Just to clarify, you, uh, um—"
Since he couldn't seem to get the words out, I decided to help him. "Have sex in exchange for money for a living?"
One brow rose again. "Yes. That."
"Yes, I do. Did you want me to ask Gus to send another girl more to your liking?"
He let out a short laugh. "No, that's not necessary."
Not exactly a compliment but I decided to forgive him. He was clearly out of his element here. What the hell Gus had been doing in a high stakes poker game with the likes of this guy, I couldn't figure. But here we were. Maybe my suit had thrown him too much. I did look more like I was here to apply for a bank loan than to get sweaty in bed with him.
If we ever got farther into the suite than the front door so we could get to the bed that is . . .
I unbuttoned my jacket and slid it down my arms to move things along. The lace camisole drew his gaze, as I'd hoped. I was proud of my boobs. They weren't huge but they were a nice size and real. Not many girls in this town could claim the same. I looked around for somewhere to put the jacket. That seemed to knock him out of his trance.
"Here. Let me take that." He reached for my jacket.
"Thanks, um—What should I call you?"
"Oh, sorry. I haven't introduced myself. You can call me John."
That struck my funny bone and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me. I covered my mouth with my hand but not quickly enough to smother my amusement. He noticed and frowned until realization dawned visibly on his face.
His mouth turned up with a crooked little grin. "That's what you call your customers, isn't it?"
I nodded, still smiling. "Yup."
He moved to the closet just inside the door and slipped my jacket over a hanger, and then turned back at me. "It's actually my name, though."
I wasn't sure if I believed him or not, but it didn't matter to me. "John it is then. So, John, what are you interested in tonight?"
His eyes widened a bit. "I don't know. What am I allowed?"
I was beginning to suspect this might be John's first time with a girl like me. Sure, most guys had run across strippers over the years, but not many had access to high priced call girls. "Whatever you want."
"There are no rules?" A frown creased the brow above
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