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“I hope so.” But I could sure use a break. Suddenly, it hits me. “Beatrice?”
“Yes.”
“You should probably get word to Jarod I’m not going to make the game tonight.”
* * *
This has been one of the longest days I’ve had in years. From Mr. Flynn in the emergency room to Mrs. Martin and the mystery of her illusive abdominal pain to arguments in the wound care clinic about proper protocol for treating bed sores. Luckily, Mrs. Martin appeared well enough to be discharged. If we need to schedule the removal of her gallbladder, then so be it. But today is not that day.
Thankfully, my office patients were understanding about the delay. Both of whom stayed to be seen rather than add them to another overscheduled afternoon. As I scan my desktop calendar, I wonder how I’ve kept this pace for so many years when my eyes land on the VCU basketball ticket tucked under one corner. And I was really looking forward to that game, too.
Bzzz. Bzzz.
The vibration of my cell phone causes me to jump. The office is otherwise still, given it’s now six o’clock and everyone else has gone home for the day.
Looking at the phone, I start to feel a bit better.
“Hi, Brandee.”
CHAPTERNINE
BROADIE
“You feeling any better?” Brandee blinks up at me as she bites down on her lower lip.
Not much. But I’ll keep that to myself.
Why do I still feel so unsettled and unsatisfied? “Yes, thank you.” I button up my shirt as she grins up at me. “Sorry if I was a little rough. It’s been a stressful few weeks.”
Brandee crawls across the bed toward me, looking at me through her long dark lashes. She reaches up and toys with the buttons of my shirt that I’ve just fastened. “You sure you have to run off so soon?”
I’m a little surprised by this. We usually have a quick round or two, and it’s off ’til the next time. She’s a sexy, fun girl. But nothing more. And although I’ve never paid for her services, there are many who do. You’d think she’d be anxious to return to someone who she could profit from.
Brandee is beautiful, sophisticated, and poised. Any man would be proud to have her on his arm. I’m sure she does well with her escort business. We haven’t spoken in detail about the ‘extra services’ she provides, but my understanding is that for the right price, she’ll give them the happy ending they’re looking for.
Honestly, I expected there’d be a time where she was no longer available for our impromptu hookups. That she’d be in a committed relationship or decide I needed to pay to play. So her behavior tonight surprises me.
“I’m sure there are men waiting in the wings, hoping you’ll call them and make their evening,” I say, stepping away from the foot of the bed so I can continue to dress without giving her any indication this is going any further tonight.
“Awe, Broadie. Don’t you ever get tired of living this way? Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone you were compatible with waiting for you each night? Someone who wouldn’t complain if you were late or spent all of your time at the office?” she coos.
She’s right. I’ve spent more time contemplating this in the last few weeks than I have my entire adult life. But until the right woman and the right time present themselves, this is what I’m left with. And sadly, Brandee isn’t the type of girl I want waiting for me at the end of each day. “I’d be afraid for my own safety if I was the one to take you off of the market.” I tease.
I can tell she’s gotten my drift that I’m not interested in what she’s tossing about when she slumps back down on the bed. Even hurting Brandee causes me some distress, but that’s apparently my lot in life—letting all the women in my orbit down.
“Listen.” I move closer to her, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear. “We’ve had a good run. You should consider whether you’re truly ready to enter into a relationship with someone if you’re tired of your business ventures. I’m sure there are any number of wealthy suitors who’d jump through hoops to keep you in the lifestyle you’re accustomed.” Pulling back and placing my hands in my pockets, I add, “But I’m not your guy, Brandee. I’m not ready to enter into a monogamous relationship with any woman after my divorce. I’m sorry. I don’t want to send you mixed signals.”
She looks disappointed. But I need to break this off now if she’s getting attached. I can find a quick lay at the club if I need one with someone who understands my boundaries.
I met Brandee at the private club I attend with my core group of friends. We’ve known each other for years and can relate to one another through our focused career goals and massive wealth. Each is a billionaire in his own right, some through family money, while others have earned their way into the top one percent. We try to meet once a month, but it’s not always possible.
One of the more mysterious members of our group, elusive billionaire Gianni Black, owns the club and several smaller affiliated establishments like The Rox in Roxbury, Maryland. The Rox provides a more private experience designed for men, and occasionally women, to fulfill their fantasies without needing to interact with other members. Where, in comparison, the sex club where we meet is a full-on social experience.
Our monthly gathering spot is a high roller sex club located just outside the Washington D.C. beltway but close enough to attract any number of wealthy clients. The membership fee is well over two hundred thousand dollars, but the more important criteria is the background check. Every member is vetted through a written application, photos, and an interview process. Security is top-notch. While each of us has our own personal security detail, it’s comforting to know each member has had a background check, so we’re doubly protected when we are there.
The multistory club provides a venue to relax and enjoy high-quality food, drinks, cigars, and beautiful women. There are several bars, a dance floor, a stage for various shows, and two floors of rooms to grant your every desire. The third floor contains rooms for the exhibitionists and voyeurs to play, while the fourth floor provides an opportunity for private entertaining. This was where I was introduced to Brandee.
One evening, she mentioned she wanted to leave the club to work independently and asked if I’d be interested in continuing to see her. Once it was clear she wasn’t looking to add me to her client list, I gave her my number, and we’ve enjoyed a nice run. We’ve always been compatible, but it’s clear she’s looking for more than I can give her now.
