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"Accidents," he said flatly.
"Can't you reroute?" I let out an annoyed huff and let my head fall against the headrest.
"I already have once. I'm sorry, Mr. Castle. Every road is backed up."
Fucking perfect. As much as I wasn't looking forward to this date, the last thing I wanted to do was reschedule. Fifteen minutes past the start time, my driver slowed as we approached the restaurant. Without stopping at the hostess station, I made my way toward the back, where a booth near the fireplace and the emergency exit was held on reserve for me all the time. Eyes followed me as I walked past the tables, and I bit back my annoyance. I couldn't go anywhere without people staring, and now I'm meeting an escort out in the open. Granted, I had no idea how this woman would look, and I hoped her outfit didn't scream I paid for sex. I told my father that if he was to continue setting me up with escorts, he should request a "real woman." I preferred the media and our colleagues not knowing about my father's shenanigans.
I ordered an Old Fashioned, took a generous sip, and let the bourbon calm my nerves. I was sweating, which meant I was nervous, which pissed me off. I wasn't the guy who got nervous around women, but something about this whole thing made me uneasy. Taking another sip, the liquor warmed my blood, and I sat back and mulled over the conversation my father expected me to have with her before the end of the night. Hi, I'm the heir to a massive real estate agency, and I need to secure a third in line before my father dies. Would you be willing to be my breeding vessel for a large sum of money?
The realization of just how fucked I was made my lips curl, and I downed the last drops of my liquor. Returning my gaze to the front of the restaurant, I rested my eyes on a girl standing at the host stand. Her back was to my gaze, but that didn't stop my cock from taking note. I focused on her silk soft tresses and how they floated just below her shoulders. It was thick and wavy in an untamable way, but it wasn't her ringlets of silk spun hair that had my cock aching and my eyes glued to her. It was her dress and the highway of luscious curves that she concealed behind the deep colored fabric. I trailed my tongue across my bottom lip as I ate her up and noticed how short she was. I didn't know why but a tingle slithered down my spine as I thought about her raising her chin to meet my gaze as I towered over her.
She nodded at something the hostess was saying when she suddenly shifted her voluptuous body in my direction. She swept a lock of auburn colored hair behind her ear, and my heart slammed into my chest. My mouth watered as the realization slapped me in the face. A gold brooch in the shape of a heart nestled itself on the left side of her dress, and it was the signature symbol of the Creme de la Creme escort agency. But realizing that she was my escort wasn't why my breath hitched in my throat. The girl standing near the host stand was the same girl who served me my lunch the other day in the cafe. The hostess gave her a kind smile and led her toward my table. Almost forgetting my manners, I stood and extended my hand, motioning her to sit. Before she took the bait, her eyes shot up to meet mine, and she froze.
"Sit, please." I motioned to the opposite side of the black leather booth.
She paused, probably wondering if she should mention that we had contact before. She decided against it and forced the words lingering on her lips back down as she slid into the booth. I slid in simultaneously with her and locked our gaze once more. She had eyes that could only be described as mocha, a heart shaped face, and a pout begging to be invaded by my cock. I ignored the ache in my slacks and snatched the napkin from the table. Fuck me. Unsure of where to look, she settled her gaze on the glass of water as she bit the inside of her cheek. For a second, everything about this felt wrong, but the fog that had me second-guessing my actions soon faded when a light whimper flowed from her lips. The faint sound was enough to make my dick leak, and fuck did I want—need—to hear it again or so help me, God.
