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I shake my head. “No, not in the slightest. Actually, the other night was my first time with the agency.”
Rick nods slowly, and I wish I could read his mind, but I can’t.
“Well, you looked like you were enjoying yourself, even if it was your first time,” he says in a diplomatic tone.
I flush, partially from nerves but partially from remembering just how naughty I was the other night. “I never said it was my first time doing that,” I wink, trying to inject some humor into the situation. “Only the City Girls part was new.”
The handsome man looks intrigued and leans across the table toward me. Suddenly, I’m reminded once more just how big he is, and how powerful and male those strong features are. Rick’s got a high forehead, a proud Roman nose, and a mobile mouth that looks so sensual that it should be illegal on a man.
But at that moment, the waitress returns with our drink orders, and the spell is broken. She sets down an alcohol-free wine for me and a Pinot Noir for Rick, and then we clink glasses and sip congenially.
“It’s nice meeting you, Hannah,” he says. “I’m glad you came.”
“Likewise,” I murmur shyly, peering at him over the rim of my glass. “Thank you for inviting me.” OMG, this is suddenly so awkward. What do I say next? But Rick smiles genially then.
“So, City Girls,” he says. “How did you come to be a part of the agency?” he asks easily. “Was it through a referral? A friend?”
I nod. “Yes. One of my friends, Christine, used to work for the agency as an escort, so I’ve known that it exists for a while. I just never thought that I’d be working for City Girls myself.” Rick nods.
“Interesting.”
“Anyways,” I continue aloud, clearing my throat. “Christine told me that there was a niche for pregnant women, and I was looking for a little adventure, so I decided to go with the flow.”
One black brow arches.
“Go with the flow? What do you mean?”
I take a deep breath.
“I just want to see where life leads me, that’s all. I want to have stories for my future grandchildren. I don’t want them to think I was a boring prude my whole life.”
My words are true, although of course, I don’t want to state that I’m in it for the money too because it would be déclassé to admit that. Besides, the truth is that it is thrilling to be out on a date with a handsome billionaire, even if he only really wants me for one thing.
“Hmm,” Rick murmurs, taking a sip of his wine. “I see. Very interesting. So the other night…” he begins.
“Yes?” I nudge, wondering where we’re going with this conversation, but Rick remains very calm.
“So that was your first time putting yourself forward as an escort.” It’s more of a statement than a question, but I decide to answer him anyway.
“It was. I’ll confess—it was both thrilling and scary, and I didn’t exactly know what to expect. But I like how things have turned out so far,” I add in a soft tone. I hope I’m not coming off as desperate, and Rick smiles, a bright flash of white. I wonder what he’s thinking?
“How about you?” I ask hurriedly, trying to make sure this conversation isn’t too one-sided. “Was that your first City Girls event?”
He chuckles
“No, I’ve been in the past, but I wasn’t planning to go that particular night. My buddy Cade invited me to attend, and then at the last minute he told me it was going to be a special MILF event. That, I wasn’t expecting.”
I jerk forward.
“You didn’t know?”
He shakes his head. “Not until we were already almost at the venue.”
I nod slowly.
“Funny, because I didn’t know either. I’m not sure if they told me, or I forgot, or if they never told me, but yes, I only found out backstage that it was a MILF event. Weird, right?”
The handsome billionaire nods.
“Yes, very strange. And to be honest, I wasn’t too eager to watch a bunch of moms play with themselves, but City Girls delivered,” he says. “You are very beautiful, sweetheart, and the other women were gorgeous too. I don’t know what I’d been expecting – saggy bodies and women who look like grandmas? But definitely, there were none of those.”
I shake my head, remembering the sensuous, full-figured women who were on display last week.
“Definitely no granny-bodies,” I agree in a soft tone. But then I cock my head. “But were you surprised to see me? I mean, I don’t think of myself as being a mom. At least, not yet exactly.”
“No?” Rick asks, glancing briefly at my large belly.
I smile. “Well, if you consider an unborn baby as having a mom, then I guess I am a mother.”
