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I’m not really sure how to take that. He paid for a night with me; we both know what he’s expecting. But he’s clearly uncomfortable. I need to get him in the mood and relax him.
Slowly, I unbutton the blue shirt I’m wearing. Parker’s gaze tracks the movement of my fingers, never taking his eyes off me. But when I reach the last button, and I start to pull the shirt off, Parker gasps sharply.
“Did you get those bruises from a job?” I almost think I hear something like concern in his voice, but that’s not possible.
I glance down, taking in the green and yellow healing bruises on my chest and stomach. They only hurt a little now. I’d almost forgotten about them.
“Yes.” That’s not entirely true. Tony gave me some of them, but I don’t want to spill that to Parker. “Do they bother you? I can keep my shirt on.”
“No, no, I don’t want you to do that.” He takes a deep breath before giving me an apologetic smile. “I didn’t meant to imply I had a problem with your body. I don’t.”
Some of the tension in my muscles relaxes. “Okay, sir—”
“Parker.”
“Parker,” I amend. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d like to do, and I’ll make it happen?”
When he hesitates again, I grit my teeth and cross my arms over my chest. “You can’t pay me and take nothing. Don’t you know what hookers do?”
“Of course I know.” He drops his gaze to his hands. “I just don’t want to pay you for that. It makes me feel like I’d be using you.”
I sigh and try to relax my muscles. Getting irritated won’t help anything. And I’m not really upset with him. Just with this whole situation. With the fact that I’m even in this position to begin with.
“Look, Parker, you like me, right?”
He looks back up at me, his eyes darkening with heat. “Yeah, I like you, Rhys.”
“Then just don’t think about the money.” I uncross my arms and move my hands to his shoulders. Then I lean in and kiss him softly. “Just think about me, okay?”
“I-I just…I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I can’t handle the thought of that.”
I try not to let the surprise show on my face. I hadn’t thought of Parker as being one of the violent ones, but the fact that he wants to make sure I’m not afraid of him warms my chest. “I’m not scared,” I tell him. “I promise.”
He finally relents and gives me a nod. It’s bizarre that I’m having to talk him into this. I’ve never had to convince a client to do this with me. They know what they’re getting for their money.
Parker’s hands slide to the small of my back, urging me closer to him.
I oblige, pressing my body as close to his as possible. His lips move down my neck, dropping open-mouthed kisses on my heated skin. I hate that it makes me feel good. Most clients are only worried about whether or not they get off with me, so they barely ever pay me any attention. A lot of them don’t even kiss me. I don’t like that my body reacts to them sometimes. Tony insists I do it on purpose, but I can’t control it.
Parker’s hands move around to my stomach, and I shiver at his touch even though his fingers aren’t cold. I tangle my fingers in his hair and drop my left hand between us.
His phone vibrates suddenly on the nightstand, and I jerk away from him with a gasp at the sound.
“Sorry.” His voice is strangled as he eases me from his lap to the bed.
I move back and watch him grab his phone before swiping his finger across the screen and typing out a message. He’s silent as he texts, and I don’t move from my spot. When he drops the phone back onto the nightstand, he offers me an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Someone wants to stop by in an hour.”
My heartbeat jumps, but I keep my face neutral. “Okay.” I hate the thought of a threesome, but if it’s what Parker wants, it’s what I have to give him. Saying no to clients isn’t something I’m allowed to do. Ever. Not even with the nicer ones.
“He shouldn’t stay long.”
I nod silently.
His hand touches mine. It’s so warm. “Does this upset you?”
“No, of course not,” I reassure him before he has a chance to say anything else. Tony would kill me if he learned a client was worried about upsetting me. “I do this stuff all the time. A lot of clients like a partner with me.”
He frowns, his eyes narrowing. “I’m not calling anyone over for that. Christ, Rhys, what the hell?”
