It’s been a week since I met him. The cruise had been much needed, but it didn’t help my thoughts any. They had been clouded with that guy.
Gage.
He didn’t really look like a rich man’s son. Not really. He had worn nice jeans, but they didn’t look designer. He had a solid white t-shirt underneath the leather jacket. The v-cut of his shirt revealed a little patch of hair. It didn’t look like it was a bush, but I didn’t get a close enough look. I didn’t want a closer look.
He had stubble on his jaw and chin, but it wasn’t a full blown beard. A thin, light mustache above his upper lip. His hair was dark blonde, short on the sides and fuller, longer on top that was brushed back. He could probably wear it in a man-bun if he really wanted. Why am I still thinking about him?
Because somehow, he left an impression.
When he got close to me and sat down, I could make out just how big he really was. I was about five foot six inches and he looked a foot taller than me, give or take a few inches. He didn’t look polished in any way although in a way it seemed like he tried to.
Which should have clued me in to his asshole tendencies. I mean, the unkempt son of a billionaire? Definitely not.
The fact I had an instant reaction to him was telling. I didn’t react to anyone. Even Roger didn’t ever have the effect Gage seemed to have over me. It was quite troubling. The way those piercing blue eyes shot flickers of heat down my spine and fluttered around my stomach. Making my body respond to his. And the asshole knew it. At that table, he knew he affected me, if that stupid smirk was any indication.
Then the unimaginable happened.
I came with a client. Hell, I had three appointments and I came with each one. Never and I do mean NEVER has that ever happened. In the history of my arrangements period has that ever happened.
I brought him into the arrangement with me. I was good at faking it. I’m sure the client didn’t know the difference, but I did. I thought about him. His big, rough hands on my body. His deep drawl panting and groaning in my ear and then feeling his body on top of mine, behind me, however he wanted me and I came!
I’ve never come before. Honestly. I’ve never had that happen. Almost five years in this business and not once have I experienced an orgasm. Not that I wanted to. Come on. Old nasty men with their nasty dirty thoughts. My body was just a tool I used. A vessel.
I didn’t masturbate. I used my body enough that I was too tired to even think about it. My life was too busy for anything else. But I came and it was…nice. All because I thought of Gage. It wasn’t as if I could compare orgasms to anything anyway. I’ve never dated a day in my life. I’m sorry but Roger was not a guy I dated. He never took me to the movies or did any of those silly boyfriend/girlfriend things couples did.
I’m sure not all men were complete scum, but I haven’t met any. Even waitressing, six out of ten men whether they were with friends, their families or business associates, they looked at me just how most did. What could this girl do for me? I didn’t work close to Downtown so I’ve never had the misfortune of seeing a client face to face. Thank God. I did my best to keep Sarah’s life far away from Taylor’s.
Now it was Friday and I had an appointment with a repeat client, Frank McLamore. Last time he was very taciturn but he knew exactly what he wanted. Very precise. We didn’t have sexual intercourse last time. He said he had a prenup with his wife that stated if he had vaginal sex with anyone outside of his wife, and if he was caught, his wife divorced him, he could lose an insane amount of money. Which was fine with me. He had an arrangement of mostly oral and self-play. It turned out just fine. It did give my vagina a break.
I showed up at the Hotel Granduca up in the Galleria area, ready for my appointment with Frank. I walked towards the elevators and let my gaze travel over the crowd and into the lounge when I spotted a guy with dark blonde hair that looked familiar. This time though, there was no jacket covering his thick biceps, one arm completely covered with tattoos. And another white t-shirt.
Holy shit. It was him. Gage. My heart fluttered and my skin prickled with awareness.
Was that all this guy owned? I looked over at his companion.
Ha. A female. Naturally. Scumbag. The girl was absolutely stunning. Beautiful blonde hair hanging in waves down her back. An easy smile was on her face. Her body jerked as a laugh flew from her lips. What was so funny that made her entire face light up like that?
I wanted to laugh like that. I didn’t laugh very often. Who was I kidding? He was the first person to make me laugh in years—a genuine laugh. One that wasn’t faked or preempted. It seemed like I was frozen in time as I looked at them and how they shared an easy camaraderie with each other. I bet he’d kiss her at the end of the night all sweet like.
Probably his girlfriend. A spoiled, little rich princess with nothing better to do.
My jaw tightened and I knew I should have smacked myself ten ways to Sunday for remembering him and thinking about him. Fucking douchebag. I had somewhere I needed to be anyway.
Prove me wrong? Please motherfucker. Give this bitch a break.
But just as I turned the girl pointed in my direction. And his eyes met mine.
Oh, shit.
I turned and hurried over to the elevators. Punching as many up buttons as possible, I prayed for one to open up quickly.
When one dinged, I said a silent thank you and hurried in but not before I heard ‘Sarah’ ring out loud and clear from the lounge.
I turned just as I entered and there he was. Gage. Damn, he look ten times better than he did last week as he drew closer. My eyes locked with his but as soon as he got within five yards of the elevator he began jogging. I freaked and hurried to the panel, jamming my finger on the closed door button until my finger hurt. The doors were only inches apart when he came to a stop and his eyes were dark pools of blue fire.
“Firecracker.”
A triumphant smile spread across his face and he winked at the last second before the doors shut.
I stumbled back and leaned on the back railing. Oh dear God. That was so close call. My hand flew to my chest, trying to calm the rapid beating of my heart and the butterflies that flew around in my tummy. My heart was pounding like the fast beat of a drum. I looked to my hands and they were shaking uncontrollably.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Calm down, Taylor. Don’t fuck up this appointment.
I thought about what Frank and I would be doing in just a little bit and my nerves settled.
However, as soon as I closed my eyes, he was there. That wicked, sexy smile on his face and he just looked so yummy. Fuck.
CONCENTRATE!
You know what you’re about to do. Do not let him cloud your mind. Do not make the mistake of thinking about him as you do the sick things you’re about to do to the man you’re really here to see, Sarah.
Keep Gage out of it, Sarah. He’s for Taylor.
Oh, shit. I was in so much trouble if that’s what my brain was thinking. He’s not for Taylor. He’s nothing but a two-timing asshole, just like the rest of them. Telling me he’d take his father’s place but then coming here with his girlfriend? Douche.
I took a deep breath, cracked my neck and proceeded to the right floor and room of my client.
I knocked, giving him the courtesy of a warning before I opened the door.
He was sitting at the hotel desk looking over something before looking up at me with a smile.
“So good to see you again, Miss. Troy.”
Out of most of the men I’ve had arrangements, Frank was brief, and his sessions only last two hours. Eight to ten in the evening. Frank also had a bigger dick than most, especially for someone in his late forties. One thing I didn’t really like was that he wanted me to call him Daddy from the time I came in to the last good-bye. I was always Miss. Troy.
“Daddy, it’s been a while. I hope you’re faring well?”
“Yes, Miss. Troy. I hope you are as well.”
“Same as last time?”
“I’m sorry?”
Ugh.
“Same as last time, Daddy?”
He nodded and I walked over to the bed, as I usually did and took off the blazer I wore.
“Miss. Troy, have you been a naughty girl lately?”
Play the part, girl. He likes role playing.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He came up behind me and stroked his hands over the back of the blouse and over my shoulders, where his soft hands cupped my neck. Caressing the skin up and down. He pressed his body up against mine and then slid his hands forward, undoing each button until he had to pull out my blouse and undo the last button. He slowly stripped my blouse off and tossed it on top of the blazer on the side chair. I wore a black lace bra and he cupped my breasts, squeezing gently before delving his hands under the bra and tugged on my nipples, making them hard. It would be different if any of these men turned me on but they didn’t. They had to coax my body into responding. He peeled the straps down and unhooked my bra.
Another thing he liked, was spanking my behind and slapping my tits. He liked seeing my shit jiggle. He never did it hard enough to bruise and only reddened my breasts and behind to a shade of pink that healed by the next day or two.
Franks hands slapped at my breasts, making them bounce.
“Such a naughty girl for daddy.”
No feeling. That was how I made it out of these sessions without wanting to commit murder. I felt nothing. I let him do whatever he wanted. Then he divested me of the rest of my clothes, except my stockings and heels. Another one of his requirements. Stockings that stopped at the bow tattoos on the back of my thighs. He really liked seeing those. Ridiculously high high-heels, and a thong which he liked snapping against my skin before ripping them off. Of course, this had all been discussed before and I had an extra pair in my small bag for afterwards.
He smacked my behind, and told me to bend over the bed.
“You need to be taught a little lesson, Miss Troy. Wearing such sexy clothes for daddy and making him hard. And those little bitty string panties. Tempting me.”
He landed several blows to my behind. Smacking one cheek before the other.
“Good girl. Now turn around, get on your knees and blow daddy like the dirty little whore you are.”