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My stepson David had already gone off to Stanford at the time. Calling him to explain was awkward...and when I went to see him, shame filled all my thoughts.
Even when I went to deliver the paperwork.
I've always found David attractive and I knew that he had a strained relationship with his father. I just wanted to comfort him. Too much attraction and some too sexy La Perla laterand...
I know, I know. So now I'm a high-end call girl and that makes me happy.
Controlling who touches me — generally no one — and fantasizing about my stepson, well, that's how I do my days in between cosmos and designer shoes.
So why do I feel like everything is about to change?
Moreover, why do I feel like I want itto?
I mean, maybe this mystery client could help me get over David. I need to. I'm so not the taboo MILF. I mean, he has his whole life ahead of him. His father's death made him wealthy beyond measure. He's top of his class at Stanford and graduates next year. He's going to run the next Fortune 500 and he doesn't need me distracting him from girls hisage.
This is good. I'm attracted to this client. I can give him a chance for a night. I mean, that's the point of being forrent.
No one gets to buy me. No one ownsme.
This could work out perfectly, right?
Thomas looks at me. "Of course you're going to do it. I mean I know there’s a rule, but aren’t rules made to be broken? This man is fine, if I do say so myself, so like girlfriend you ain't going to have a problem. Do it and getpaid."
I laugh, grabbing an airplane bottle of booze from the ice bucket. "Yeah, you want your cut. But you're right, I do want to do this. Whynot?"
"There's no reason not to," Thomas says. "Get it girl!" He grabs a bottle and hooks arms with me. "Let's go buy more shoes, Chris?"
"Yeah, let's do that," I say, gasping a little with the aftershock of the alcohol burning as it goes down. "I think there are some new Choos that need a new momma," I say. And in my sick mind, that makes my heartsink.
Because no matter what I'm thinking about David. No man has ever made me come like that...and no man has made me come since.
I should just fuck someone. This guy. Because how else am I going to keep my head on straight? I'm not a heavy drinker and drinking to ignore my horniness? That's not really working.
I grab my bag and fix my red lipstick in the mirror.
Thomas grabs my arm and we head out the door, heading down to shop for something fabulous.
We'll be done with this hotel in a few days and I'll head back to Northern California to take care of some of the last minute affairs that I need to for my late husband's estate. I know I should avoid David, but I want to make sure that everything is in order with him. I have to get my attraction for him out of my system, and this might be the perfectway
