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Prologue~Jaimie
I’ve lookedat her a thousand times, my eyes have slid over her body more times than I could count, but today was different. My mouth watered, my lips trembled, and my cock ached relentlessly. The sound of shattered glass bouncing off the wall did not affect me. I was in a trance, frozen as I took in every inch of her.
“Are you going to throw one?” A warm smile played across her lips as she shoved a handful of white china plates into my arms. I’ve been hiring Remy for over a year now, and we have had countless dates, but I never touched her. I never wanted to touch her until now.Has my shield weakened?I’ve told myself over and over that relationships were out of the question, and that’s why Remy is here now. I hired her because I knew I couldn’t fall in love with her, or that’s what I thought.
“Throwin plates, Sheila.” She giggled, and I watched her lips curl into an intoxicating grin. A goddamn smile-worthy enough to bring me to my knees on a good day.
“Whose Sheila?” she asked, her arms folded across her chest, and she bit the inside of her lip, something she did when waiting for an answer.
“It’s an expression. Sheila means good woman, a nice lady, or a dirty little slut. Depends on who I’m talking to,” I said, inching closer as I let my body tower over hers.
“Am I the dirty little slut?” She joked. My lips curled into a devilish smile, and at that moment, I couldn’t remember the last time I did that. Well, I do remember the last time I smiled; it was four months ago when I saw her last. She’s been the only person who had been able to make me do that. The plates shattered against the wall with each throw. I could see her staring at me out the corner of my eye, waiting for an answer. On this exact day last year, she showed up at my hotel suite, and I knew we wouldn’t have anything in common.
She could never understand me, for starters. My Australian slang created a mishap in communication for the first few months, and I found myself repeating every word, which was fucking dreadful. Then she started to grow on me, and I found myself looking forward to my quarterly business trips to the states because it meant I would be able to see her. I always hired her for one night because that’s all I needed. In the mornings, I would leave her and board my private jet back home, but I’ll be a fucking lie if I told myself it wasn’t getting harder to leave, and at one point, I contemplated staying.
The last plate finally shattered against the wall, and my eyes slid to meet hers.
“I’m bloody hungry. I could eat the crunch of a rotten fox right about now, what you say?” My hand extended toward hers, and she grabbed it. The bolt of electricity that left my body could have stopped my heart. I knew she felt it; how could she not. I’ve been hiring her for a year, and all of our dates have been cordial. No kissing, no touching, just decent company.
“I’ve never eaten a fox, I could go for some yummy steak.” She guided me towards the front, and I could see my black SUV waiting for us through the frosted glass doors.
She wanted her surf and turf, Americans and their silly names for over-cooked meat, and dry fucking fish. We settled on the restaurant in my hotel, it’s been rated highly for their prime rib, and the location was convenient. My eyes focused on her hips as they confidently swayed side to side. She followed the hostess to one table and then another until she found a suitable one, and before we sat down, our drinks had been ordered.
“You got it all figured out, don’t you? I don’t have to do a damn thing. You’ve learned a bit or two over the year, my little beauty.”
“You taught me well. What can I say?” She lifted the cloth napkin and placed it in her lap, smoothing out the wrinkles with her palms. I leaned in, locking my eyes with hers, preventing her from looking away. She’s never been able to look at me straight. It made her uncomfortable, her cheeks turned bright red, and her eyes fluttered. It was the cutest fucking thing I had ever seen.
“Tell me, what is it that I have taught you?” I asked, letting my tongue slither to the outer corners of my mouth.
Her teeth grabbed her bottom lip and pulled it inside her luscious mouth before letting it slip back out. “That steak should be medium rare, whiskey should never be blended, American football is the adult version of tag, and that love doesn’t exist.” Her lips curled around the rim of the glass as she sampled her mojito.
She was right, steaks should be medium rare, and anybody who puts ice in their scotch was a fucking wombat, and there was only one football, and it didn’t involve a helmet. She was wrong about love though, it did exist, and I was headed toward it at full speed.
“What will the lady be having tonight?” the waiter asked. His tall frame lingered above us.
“I’ll take the shrimp scampi, and the gentleman will have a medium-rare steak with truffle, garlic mashed potatoes, and asparagus on the side,” she said.
The waiter nodded, taking note of our request.
“I guess you did learn a thing or two,” I said as I gave her a naughty wink.
She returned the favor by biting down on her lip and ignoring my gaze. She had no idea how her luscious lips drove me bat shit crazy.
The food was delicious, and the scenery divined. I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave without having dessert. I watched as she twirled the last bite of scampi around her fork and drove it into her mouth. Her tongue slipped across her lips, grabbing the noddle that dangled off her chin. My private jet was set to depart in seven hours, and there was no way in bloody hell I was boarding without the sweet taste of her on my tongue.
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By the timewe reached the hotel elevator, there was no holding back. Her lips grazed against mine in a seducing touch, the tender soft tissue beckoning me to its sinful call. A call I happily obliged. That’s what I liked most about Remy, her softness, the light touches of tenderness she afforded me when she didn’t have to. She glided her tongue over my lips, the lingering bits of turtle truffle taunting me once she paused for a beat. Her arms found my neck, cementing me in place until the elevator doors peeled back. Just the two of us, walking through the hallway as if we didn’t know each other, the hush of her flats three feet behind the heels of my boots.
“You don’t have to do that, you know.”
A smile brighter than the sun itself crawled across her face. “Do what?”
“Pretend like you don’t know me.” I stopped in front of my door and shoved my hand into my back pocket.
She pressed a shoulder to the decorative wall and tucked a soft lock of hair behind her ear. “Madam likes it when—”
I pulled her into my embrace and then pinned her to the wall. The motion left her breathless, and when her lips parted my cock rose.
