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ointy, inside me. Once again, I’m confused by everything happening and want to run fast and far. The only problem is I don’t have anywhere to go. I also can’t think of anywhere else I want to be, other than here with Grant.
Pasting a smile on my face, I ask about the calamari, if it was cut fine or thick.
“You like calamari?”
“I love it.” He makes a face. “Have you even tried it?”
“No, I’ve never tried it before. The idea of eating squid doesn’t appeal.”
“If you don’t try something new you never know just how good it can be.” To the waitress, since it’s thin, I order the calamari, and the braciole. He orders minestrone soup and lasagna.
“Wine?” The waitress asks.
“No, for either of us,” He looks to me.
I don’t drink, but I’m annoyed at him speaking for me. “I want a glass of Pinot Noir, the house wine is fine. I’d also like an Italian soda, raspberry please.”
She looks at Grant. He doesn’t even blink. “No wine, just her soda.”
The waitress vanishes. “How dare you tell me what I can and can’t drink?”
“I dare because when I fuck you tonight I don’t want you full of liquid courage.”
Holy shit. I look around, a few people close by look our way. “I can’t believe you said that. Will you lower your voice?”
“I said it because there all these things about you that don’t quite add up the way they should. I won’t lower my voice if it takes me speaking at a normal tone to get you to behave.”
“Behave?” He did not just say that.
“Don’t start arguing with me. You wanted to eat dinner, we are eating dinner. You arguing with me is making my cock hard all over again, make a choice.” I snap my mouth closed and become fascinated with the fork on the table. “That’s what I thought. Now, tell me how it is you worked as an escort for years and still act as if you’ve never been soaking wet, wanting to be fucked in the back of a car before.”
“One, I’m civilized and civilized people don’t do that in the back of a car. Two, those years were thirteen months and nine days. Three, I’ve gotten,” I fumble with the fork in my hand not wanting to say the word. “I’ve become excited at the prospect of being with a client. However, it was only two men and not as excited as I got tonight. Do we really have to talk about this?
“I thought if you still called me after talking to Tabatha you would be okay with what I did. But if you aren’t, then I don’t care what happened in the car, I don’t want to go into an agreement with you.” I end breathlessly. I don’t want to make the condition, I only know I have to.
He’s a quiet for a minute, as if thinking carefully about what he’s going to say. Which scares the shit out of me, then he smiles without a trace of humor. “Yes, it bothered me. At first I told myself it was about the money in exchange for sex thing, and what did that make you. Then I spoke with Tabatha, what she said, it hit home. I don’t have any right to judge you for what you felt you had to do. And the more I thought about it the more the more I realized it wasn’t really about the money and sex thing.
“What bothered me was the idea of you being with who knows how many men before me. Which, after just two minutes of logical thinking, was bullshit; as I’m sure I’ve fucked more women than you’ve fucked men. I didn’t have the right to resent them getting to you and fucking you first. Right now, I don’t feel very logical though. How many men have you fucked, Anne? How many men have gotten to sink into your soft silky body?”
“Thirty seven men.” I whisper, answering his lust soaked question.
He shakes his head. “Don’t lie to me. I don’t believe you.”
I’m confused at his vehemence and it shakes the truth loose. “Rape doesn’t count, it’s only one man I don’t count. I don’t talk about it. I don’t want to talk about any of it.”
He flinches as if I’ve slapped him. Running a hand through his hair he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m a bastard. We won’t talk about it.” Reaching across the table he takes my clenched hands in his. He’s gentle. His touch soothes my frayed nerves. “I shouldn’t have pushed. I just can’t believe with you on a menu, so few men picked you.”
Shaking my head, his words about how much he wants me sends a warm glow through my whole body. A man so billboard-glossy handsome, so completely sexy with the ability to have anyone wants me. “It’s not really hard to believe. Not many men are interested in a woman who isn’t a blonde and double zero. I tried for years to lose the weight, but I kept going back and forth between a fourteen and a sixteen. There’s also the fact I have several no-gos.”
He looks like he’s holding his breath and I hope it’s not a deal breaker for him. “I don’t do blow jobs, or anal or anything that isn’t pretty basic.” Closing his eyes, he tightens his grip on me. “Is any of it a deal breaker that I don’t do?”
“Do I want you to suck my cock? Yes. Getting my cock sucked was pretty much number one on my list of gets on doing this. But it’s your body, sweetheart, every inch. I’ll live without it from you. Although, it does make a lot of sense, how you had so few clients.”
“I was really lucky actually, from almost the beginning I had several regulars who made sure I didn’t have to work more than two, maybe three, nights a week. Really, I just needed to save money and get into a stable financial position. So that I could stop without being desperate again a few months later. It didn’t take long for me to start the online school thing. Once I did, I very quickly realized I needed to devote more time than the average student because I had so much more to learn.
“I had zero job experience, and it’s not cheap to live in Vegas. None of the nicer casinos would hire me. That didn’t stop me from looking for something else, for trying to find a way out of it.”
“That’s when a client offered to be a sugar daddy?”
