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“Mm…hmm…I’ll never tell anyone it turns you on when I wear a number twelve Tornadoes jersey.” She snorted as she jumped back from his outstretched hand, trying to grab her. “Yes, of course, it covers you. I’ve already signed it, so it just needs your signature before…”
“All right, but bullshit on that jersey. Guaranteed, even you and that hot body couldn’t get me hard wearing that fucking jersey. Give me a damn pen before I change my mind and spank your ass without an NDA,” he growled.
She handed him a pen. “For the record, I’m up for that challenge.”
“Keep it up, bad girl…All right, let me sign away my rights to the sex tape,” he groaned, signing the NDA.
She stepped toward him, handed him the glass of wine, and let out a breath. “Okay, let’s do this.” She sounded like she was trying to summon all her strength as she scooted past him and sat on the couch.
He followed behind her but didn’t sit. “So what’s easier…” He looked down at her, purposefully infusing a gentle air into hisvoice. “I sit beside you or over there?” He pointed to the chair across from the couch. Her nervous system was screaming, and he was willing to do anything to ease the edge in the air.
She nodded, pointing to the chair. “I think that would be better, even though I’ll have to look at your eyes then…” She spoke into the air.
He moved toward the chair. “Some people think that’s a good thing”—he waited—“looking at my eyes, that is.” He chuckled as he lowered himself into the chair.
Her brain caught up to his words and their meaning. “Yes, of course, it’s a good thing.” She let out a quick laugh as she readjusted herself on the couch, crossing one ankle over the other, trying to assume a relaxed posture, sipping from her wine. Except for Matt, she’d never talked about how she’d gotten into this profession with anyone in depth. Both Jonathon and Lana and a few other escort friends knew what she did, but it wasn’t something she went into detail about with anyone. She suspected that Levi knew, but he never broached it. Now she was about to share this information with Jake, but she was not sure if this would end them or bring them together.
She worked hard to avoid looking at him. Her eyes moved from her wine glass to the twinkling lights just beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse.
He stilled himself, trying to think about how difficult this must be for her.
Lifting his glass, he took a long sip, his eyes still on her. “Rakell?”
Her eyes darted to him. “Yes, I know, not sure where to start. Honestly, I haven’t talked about this in detail to anyone except Matt,” she explained.
“So how did you start? I mean…I know you were modeling, too, so just wondering…”
She started speaking in a hushed voice slowly, as if she was trying to piece it all together. “I moved to London when I was seventeen to attend the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. Then Lana told me about the modeling agency she worked for and encouraged me to look into it. I didn’t think she was serious at first because of my, well, my body isn’t necessarily…”
He shot her an incredulous look. “Not necessarily what? Sexy? Fucking perfect?” His eyes challenged her.
She looked up from her cup, smiling. “Well, I mean for modeling. I mean when I was fourteen, people would say I should look into modeling, but then I got these”—her left hand playfully squeezed her left breast—“and this”—her hand moved to the side of her hip, pointing to her butt.
“Shit, those complete the package.”
“Okay, well, I always thought of models as skinny. I hadn’t considered swimsuit or lingerie modeling until I interviewed with the agency where Lana was working. They explained that I’d have a hard time breaking into traditional modeling, but I could probably get some work as a catalogue model for swimsuits and lingerie. So I started doing some photo shoots for various European brands, especially in lingerie.” She took another sip. “I guess you saw some of those photos?”
“Yes, you looked hot, crazy hot.” He smirked. “I wanted to blow a few up and put them on my wall, but Winnie wouldn’t let me.” Noticing her smile, he let a quick laugh escape.
“Jeez, thank God for that.” Her smile flattened. “Where are those pictures, Jake? I mean, I can’t have…”
“No, no, don’t worry.” He put his hand up. “Winnie deleted them, the file is gone. She could get in real trouble for getting a hold of them to begin with. No one will see them again, believe me, I begged,” he teased.
“I mean, I know the lingerie pictures are available, obviously, but the other ones could really be damaging, especially if anyone made the connection.”
“They won’t get out there. Apparently, it was super tough to find them. So you mostly did lingerie modeling?”
“Yes, and I’ll probably continue some of that in Europe for a couple of the higher-end brands—probably won’t quit that until I secure some acting gigs,” she explained.
He nodded, adjusting to the information. “So I’m just trying to get the picture of how you jumped from modeling to working as an escort.” Keeping his tone neutral, he pulled himself back in. If they were going to get through this, he couldn’t react; he’d save that for later, by himself.
“Um, well, a different friend told me about a super-exclusive agency in Zurich that paid insane amounts of money. I was curious and knew I had to at least look into it, mostly because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to finish at RADA due to its expense. They offered me a position. It was surreal. They did extensive background checks as well as training so that I would not appear out of place at high society events…I started out getting paid mainly to be an arm accessory, nothing physical.” She spoke quietly, her eyes darting from the window to him, then back to the window.
Pulling his lips into his mouth, he repeated her words. “Arm accessory? I don’t get how these guys…I mean, aren’t they billionaires? Why don’t they just get a date?” A sincere curiosity drove his tone.
She shot him anI’ve got thisgrin he hadn’t seen all night.
“What? Seriously, I’m curious. That’s what I do, just ask someone out, or in some rare cases, I stoop to stalking…” He matched her smile, feeling the mood switch.
