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Leaning back in the chair, I bring the wine to my lips as I contemplate my answer. “Well, technically, I’m providing an experience my clients don’t know how to find anywhere else. Sex is intimate, but they don’t know how to ask for what they want from the people they’re with. But for some reason, it’s easier to ask a professional.”
I watch the movement in Briar’s throat as she swallows, a knowing look in her eyes as if she understands. “That makes sense,” she replies. And then, in a low whisper, she adds, “And what exactly…do people ask for?”
There is a glossiness to her eyes as she stares at me across the table. The tension between us grows thick. So thick that even I have to force myself to swallow.
“Some people want me to praise them, control them, punish them, or just…fuck them. Most women who come to see me just want to be with a partner who makes them come. Who puts their needs first. Who gives them the attention they deserve.”
Briar hasn’t moved an inch. She’s practically frozen in place, and her breath has grown shaky. When she finally blinks, picking up her wine to take a large gulp, I notice the quiver in her hand.
The space between us is silent. “I don’t judge you, you know?” she says as she sets down her glass.
“Excuse me?”
Finally, her eyes meet mine again. “You probably think that I do, but I don’t. Especially when you explain it like that, I just think…if you’re happy doing it, then that’s all that matters.”
“I am,” I say, but it feels like a lie on my tongue.
“Good,” she whispers.
We sit together in comfortable silence, letting our gazes meet without it feeling charged or uncomfortable. For the next few minutes, we each finish our drinks. She doesn’t ask me any more questions, although I wish she would. I wish this conversation could go further.
I want to know what she would ask of me if she could hire me. I want to know what Briar wants. What she needs. I imagine myself praising her. Having her at my feet. Looking down at those beautiful blue eyes. Feeling her lips wrapped around my cock and calling her mine.
“I should get to bed,” she says after her glass is emptied.
I swallow my disappointment.
“Sleep well,” I say as she stands from the table.
“Feel free to finish the bottle. Stay out here as long as you’d like.”
“Thanks,” I reply.
Before walking away, she rests her hand on my arm and pauses there for a moment as she gazes down into my eyes. “Night, Dean.”
“Good night, Briar.”
When she pulls her hand away and disappears into her house, I feel the absence of her touch on my skin. This woman has found a way to make me miss her in such a short amount of time.
I do finish the bottle of wine after she’s gone. And while I drink it, something becomes increasingly clear to me. I want her.
I want to seduce her. I want to make her mine. I want to have Briar Goode at my mercy and in my bed.
Then I want to see the look on Caleb’s face when he finds out.
It’s funny, really. I’ve only wanted two people in my entire life. The first time, it was his brother.
And now, it’s his wife.
Part Two
The Protector
Twelve
Caleb
21 years old
