Sizzle Read Free Page B

and look at the numbers on each set of double doors. This isn’t a cheap room in some shady motel, and the money I make today will be a good start to fixing my problems. I locate the room, close my eyes for several seconds before opening them, and knock briskly. It’s time to get this over with. Anger will get me through. Anger at my brother, who’s dead and has no idea of the pain he left behind. Anger at David, my ex, who could have helped if he weren’t screwing my roommate and a bit of anger at the man who is currently opening the door.
    Holy mother of God.
    I didn’t expect an old man, but I also didn’t expect this.
    He’s huge—tall, wide, muscular. I’m five seven and usually don’t look up more than a few inches at people. His jawline is strong and neatly shaven. He has an angular nose that’s been broken before. I know because my dad’s looks the same way. I can’t hold his dark, almost black eyes because of their intensity and I glance down. He’s wearing dark gray suit pants and a white dress shirt with the buttons undone. It hangs partially open showing hairless, light brown skin and defined abs that ripple as he moves to allow me in. He’s barefoot and for some reason it suits him. My eyes slowly lift to his face and he appears to be laughing at me. It doesn’t reach his eyes, though. They are such a dark brown, they’re almost black. There is such sadness and pain in the depths of his gaze that I want to wrap him in my arms and comfort him.
    So very strange.
    He puts out his hand. “I’m Alex and you must be… Ce Ce?” His lips tilt up a bit more. “Or is it Celina?”
    He hides the pain well. I wonder if anyone else takes the time to notice it. Maybe I do because during this past week I see the same when I gaze into a mirror.
    I place my hand in his and feel an instant spark of horniness, which has never happened to me before. Is it because I know what’s going to happen in this room? I can’t help wondering why the hell he needs to pay for sex. These thoughts race through my head as I try to find words.
    “Umm, I prefer Ce Ce,” I tell him breathlessly. His smile is killer, his teeth perfectly straight and white. Remember to breathe, I think to myself without it doing any good whatsoever. He releases my hand and the sudden removal of warmth enables me to inhale much needed oxygen. The hum sizzling across my skin doesn’t fade. His musky wild scent fills the room. This is the scent that alerted Little Red Riding Hood when the wolf was near. It has told every woman who comes within a few feet to run or spread her legs. It’s telling me to stick my breasts out, wiggle my ass, and attract the alpha male.
    Holy fuck, I don’t know if I can handle him.
    He closes the door and slowly runs his gaze over my body before looking me in the eyes. His proposition is straightforward and leaves no doubt what he wants. “Your services will be required for the next three hours. I’ll pay you three grand on top of the hourly rate.”
    Three thousand dollars. I didn’t expect that much even for three hours. The agency charges a thousand dollars an hour and I receive fifty percent. One hundred percent of tips are mine. I stand in place with my purse on my arm and my fidgety fingers sliding up and down the strap. “Yes, sure, that sounds great.” God, I sound like a teenager. His eyes go to my hand and my cheeks burn. His cock will take the place of the vinyl strap shortly.
    He flashes another sexy grin and I swear he’s reading my mind. “Remove all your clothing in the bathroom. Leave them on the counter and return here,” he looks down at my feet before slowly running his gaze up my body again and meeting my eyes, “in only the heels.”
    He’s making it clear that my services are for more than platonic companionship. This is happening. I want to run. I want to find a large rock to hide under. God, I want to fuck this man too. What woman wouldn’t?
    This is so wrong.
    He takes another step