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“Where do you live?” he asked, and I could tell he almost didn’t want to.
“New England School of Design campus housing,” I lied, easily.
He smiled at me again. “Where do you really live, Audrey?”
“Southie,” I said, and he nodded, not surprised. “It’s getting really yuppie, though.”
“I bet.” He paused for a beat, and we stood there, awkwardly. The escort and the billionaire, all chatted out. He looked at his watch. “I’ll show you your room,” he said, heading down a hallway. I followed close behind, marveling at how enormous the apartment was, wanting to stop and ogle at the view of the city and the Commons below.
James threw open a door, and I stepped into a beautiful bedroom with a king-sized bed. I went and sat on the bed and looked up at James.
“Thank you. It’s lovely,” I said.
He nodded at me, and a flicker of something—I didn’t know him well enough to recognize it—crossed his face. He started backing out the door.
“You don’t have to go, James,” I said in a low voice. “If you want, we can just do this now. So we seem natural around your family.” I patted the bed.
What are you doing? I asked myself. He told Elena no sex. You were happy about that. So what the hell, Audrey?
The thing was, I only sort of wanted to f**k him. It was more that I wanted to get it out of the way. It was more that I wanted this just to be a regular job, a regular exchange—money for sex.
Not money for I wasn’t sure what.
I wanted to make him a John.
James smiled at me and held up his hand. “I’m sure it would be…a pleasure,” he said. His eyes took me in hungrily but only for a moment. “But I already told Elena. That’s not what you’re for. You’re here to play a public role. So try to keep your legs crossed, and keep your eye on the ball. The ball, Audrey. Not my balls.”
He closed the door, hard, and I tried to ignore the inexplicable fact that I wanted to cry once I was alone.
James
Fucking women, I thought as I marched down to my bedroom and slammed the door.
You never knew what they wanted. First, it was sex, then it was money. Right now it was sex for money. Or something.
I couldn’t figure this Audrey out, and I didn’t want to.
My co**ck was hard and throbbing; it didn’t want to figure her out, either, but it wanted to get in there and pound her, hard. I didn’t blame it.
I went into the bathroom and locked the door. Go back in there and get it over with, I thought. I wanted to. I wanted to f**k her, to watch that long brown hair spill down her back. Grab her bre**asts and suck on them, greedily claiming her body as mine.
So. Fucking. Inconvenient.
I unzipped my pants and grabbed myself, a little roughly, imagining her writhing beneath me, arching her back, and calling my name.
It only took a couple more images like that to make me come, hot, stupid liquid spurting out of me. It was easy.
Too easy.
I groaned, spent but still unsatisfied, and leaned against the counter. Clearly, I wanted to f**k her. She was beautiful, sexy, and she actually seemed smart. I was surprised by that and angry at myself for being surprised—I prided myself on not underestimating people. Underestimating people was how you got stabbed in the back, or got an ice pick to the back of the head, Trotsky-style.
So you should just do it, I thought, cleaning up the mess I’d made. But that was just it. I didn’t want to clean up another mess. When I’d gone to Elena, I’d said no sex because I just wanted this to be a business transaction. I wanted it to be another item on a list that I could control and check off.
Attend Todd’s wedding. Check.
Appear to be successful personally as well as professionally. Check.
Not have to deal with so many questions and nagging about having an heir that I want to kill everybody in my family. Check.
If Audrey hadn’t been nice, and smart and funny, I’d be back there banging her right now, as soon as she’d asked. I was very particular, but I was not a man that said no to sex with a beautiful woman easily. I was not that controlled, even though I desperately wished I was. It would make the messiness of life a lot easier.
But she was nice. And smart and funny. I didn’t need this to be any more complicated than it already was. I didn’t need to like her. In fact, liking her would work against me in the long run.
So no sex was going to stay no sex, but for a different reason than I’d planned.
I grabbed my phone, thinking about calling Elena. I could return Audrey and ask for a different girl, I reasoned, someone more like that Jenny. Someone more obvious. She wouldn’t work as well with my family, but I wouldn’t need to pay any attention to her, either. She would literally be a no-brainer, ha ha.
