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“I know I don’t need to, but it would make me feel more comfortable.” She stared at the corner where he sat. “Like where are you from? I noticed you had an accent. Southern?”
“Atlanta,” he lied.
She did a little curtsey like she was performing on a stage. “Well, I’m a California girl born and raised. I grew up in a small town just south of here.”
Somehow he knew it was the truth. She wasn’t the type to keep secrets. That was his type. “And why did you move here?” he asked.
“I wanted to experience life in the big city.” She waved her hands to encompass the room. She was a hand talker, something he’d noticed the first night. At the bar, she’d been too busy pouring drinks, but now her hands gestured like two birds trying to take flight. “I really want to move to New York City. But this is where I got a job first as a new—umm, new escort.”
It made sense. She was pretty, but not breathtakingly beautiful. And in order to make it as an escort in New York, you would have to be breathtakingly beautiful. Or have a certain talent. So far, she hadn’t demonstrated any talent. And yet, he was still hard as a stone. In fact, he was more turned on than he had been in a long time. Hidden in the dark, he could’ve unzipped his jeans and taken care of the situation. She would never know. But that would defeat the purpose. This wasn’t about his pleasure. It was about hers. And he couldn’t give her pleasure if she was talking. Or if she was nervous. And how could she not be nervous when she was new at this and he had a light shining on her like she was the opening act of a play?
He clicked off the light.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“We’re talking.” He leaned back in the chair. Although he was anything but relaxed. “How did you become an escort?”
There was a slight hesitation before she answered. “My friend got me into it.”
“Some friend.”
Another pause. “Actually, she is a pretty good friend. She’s one of those people who sees the glass as always being full—like to the brim.”
“And you’re not?”
“I wouldn’t say that. I see the glass as half-full, and it’s my job to get the water to the top.”
He laughed. “You sound like my oldest brother. He views everything as his job.”
She joined in with his laughter. It was a hearty laugh, almost too loud for a woman. But he liked it. He liked its sincerity and lack of inhibition. “You figured me out,” she said. “I am the oldest. I have two younger brothers. Both pains in the butt.”
“I think that’s the job of younger brothers.”
“Is your younger brother a pain?”
The smile wilted on his face. “I didn’t say I had a younger brother.”
“Oh,” she said. “I guess I just assumed you had another brother when you were talking about your oldest brother.”
The tension left his shoulders. But the scare was a strong reminder that he had no business sharing information with the woman. “No more talking,” he said. “Take off your dress.”
“In the dark? But how will you see?”
He got up from the chair. “I’ll use my imagination.”
There was a long pause, and he wondered if she would leave. Physical force played no part in the equation, but he couldn’t help getting up and positioning himself between her and the door. There was a whisper of material.
“It’s off,” she said.
It was strange, but having the lights off seemed to make everything more intense. He could hear her breathing. Smell her sweet, earthy scent. And visualize exactly what she looked like in nothing but her bra and boy shorts. His penis came to full attention once again, and he found it difficult to speak around the desire that clogged his throat.
“Now your bra.” He moved closer to the bed. “Hand it to me.” Something soft brushed his bare stomach, and he reached for it, his fingers curling around the bra. After a year at French Kiss, he knew his bras. It was slightly padded, and the material wasn’t top grade. As for the size, he would guess 34B. He lifted the cup to his nose, and her herbal scent filled his nostrils.
“Now the panties,” he said, his voice muffled in the cotton. This time, she took longer. So long that he moved a step closer, his leg brushing the mattress.
“Promise you won’t turn on the light? Not that I’m deformed or anything. I just don’t exactly have a perfect body.” She was talking with her hands again. He could feel the shift of air.
“From here, it looks pretty perfect to me.”
