Living in Sin (The Escort Series) (9 page)

“Oh, I’m sure he has good everything. He’s so confident, and smooth. If I was just a little weaker, he could snap and I’d be at his feet waiting for a command.”

“Ooh, I bet he’s dominating, too. I bet he’d throw you on the bed, hold your wrists above your head and have his wicked way with you. He’d boss you around and force you on your knees to suck his dick.” She pauses. “Or maybe that’s just what I want for myself.”

“You need to stop talking like that, because even that’s getting me excited! Plus, we don’t even know how he might be. Maybe his peen is small, and he’s selfish in bed like Liam. Maybe he comes in like four seconds, maybe he’s just terrible all around.”

“You’re crazy. You know you don’t believe any of that. He’s a giant with giant hands so he has to have a giant penis. And when he gets in touch with you to try to return your phone, you better stop being such a stupid bitch, and be nice to the man. He hasn’t done anything to you. You’ve seen him with women. Big whoop, he’s fine as hell, of course women are gonna flock to him. Maybe he’s telling the truth and isn’t dating anyone.”

“I know! I’m being a dumb, I-don’t-know-what-I-want, woman. But I do know what I want. I want someone with a big dick to fuck me like crazy and make me forget about the world, if only for a few hours.”

“Atta girl! Also, ask him if he has any big dick friends. Hell, at this point I’ll take an average dick friend.”

“How is he gonna get in touch with me if he has my phone? It doesn’t have my address in there.”

“I don’t know. House phone? Work phone? He’ll find a way.”

“I’m sure he will.” I respond. Excitement hits me as the thought of seeing Sexy Beast again.

“Oh!” Em exclaims. “I just hired this new chick to work at the coffee shop. Her name is Shelia and she seems cool enough. Kind of quiet, but she may just be nervous. She’s fairly new to Vegas, and I think she moved here with her college roommate or something. Anyway, she asked if I wanted to go to dinner with them, and I said yes, but you have to come.”

“Why do I
have
to come?”

“Because, they could turn out to be lame bitches, and I want to have my bitch there,” she replies.

“Okay. Gotcha. If they’re a couple of lame asses then we ditch ‘em and go have some fun.”

“Sounds like a plan!” she exclaims.

“In the meantime, I need to figure out what the eff I’m going to say to Sexy Beast.”

“So we’re going with Sexy Beast?” she asks with a smile.

I shrug. “I don’t know. It’s just what came to mind first.”

“Okay. Well, what you say depends on what you want to do. Are you gonna keep being a bitch and being all, oh, he’s got so many girlfriends, he’s a player, I can’t be in a relationship with him, or be okay with just getting the shit fucked out of you?”

The part she was mocking me on, she did in a whiny voice. I scowl at her. “I don’t sound like that, for one. For two, I don’t think I want the shit fucked out of me. That might be embarrassing,” I joke. “I think I’ll just go with the flow. If sex is all he wants, I shouldn’t be turning that down, considering I’m in a sexual drought.”

“Good. Then just be yourself. You’ll be fine.”

“I know, but when I get around him, I get all nervous. Stupid GLC.”

When I hear a knock on my door, I shoot a glance at Emilie. Nobody ever comes to my house without me knowing about it first. It’s usually only Emilie or my clients. I guess it could be Mrs. Roberts making an unannounced visit. I wouldn’t put it past her to do that.

I cross the room, walk past the kitchen and to the door. I look through the peephole, but don’t recognize who the person is. I slowly open the door.

“Yes?”

“Hi. Are you Miss…” he looks down at a paper. “Adrienne Miller?”

“Yes that’s me,” I respond hesitantly.

“Great. This is for you, ma’am.” He hands me a small envelope and a fairly long, thin, black box.

“Thank you,” I say as I reach for the items.

He smiles and walks off.

I close the door and walk over to Emilie, who’s looking at me with curious eyes.

“Who was that? What do you have?”

“I don’t know,” I say as I sit down next to her.

I open the box first. As I pull the top off, the scent is what hits me first. A strong, citrus aroma fills the air. I gaze down inside of the box to see two beautiful, yellow roses, lying on a white satin material. I immediately pick them up, put them to my nose and inhale.

“Those are beautiful!” Em shrieks next to me. She grabs one and inhales the amazing scent as well.

I see a small piece of paper that was lying under the roses. I take in in my fingers and read the only word that’s on there.

Friends?

Emilie snatches it from me and reads it. “Do you think this is from Beautiful Blue Eyes?” she asks.

I can’t help but laugh. “New name I see, and you have beautiful blue eyes, too.”

“Please. His eyes put my eyes to shame. Anyway, so it’s him, right? Has to be.”

“Let me open the envelope and we’ll see.”

I tear the side of the envelope open and pull the paper out. This paper has a few more words than the last.

I think you left something behind. I’m sure you’re wondering why I didn’t just send it to you. Well, that would be no fun. I’ll be at Delmonico in The Venetian at six-thirty. See you there.

-Jace aka God-like creature

I die a little when I read his sign off. “Oh Em Mother Effing Gee!” I yell. “How does he know we call him God-like creature?”

Em’s eyes go wide as she yanks the paper from me. “Oh fuck, it is him! I knew it.”

“That’s great, Em. How the fuck does he know what we call him? That’s terribly embarrassing!”

“Uh-oh,” she says meekly. “I was texting you like a mad woman last night. I thought you were really trying to give me the three day silent treatment. I mentioned him in the texts. I don’t remember what all I said exactly, but I do remember saying something about how you were being bitchy and should just let the God-like creature with beautiful eyes fuck you, and maybe you’d loosen up.”

I’m sure my eyes are as wide as saucers. I just stare at her, trying to find words. She just squints and bites her lip, waiting for my reaction.

“Emilie, I ought to kill you. How can I face him now? He’s gonna know we’ve been talking about him, and now I look like a psycho.”

“Calm your psycho pants down. It’ll be fine.”

“Oh my God. This is gonna be completely awkward. Good-bye potential sex life.”

Emilie ignores my complaints. “Come on. Let’s pick you out the hottest outfit ever. He’ll take one look at you and forget about any text messages.”

I groan and let her pull me into my bedroom.

After getting out of the shower, I throw on a pair of jeans, a black blazer on top of a white shirt, and a pair of casual Stacy Adams shoes.

I glace at the clock and it reads five till six. I figure it’s best to go ahead and catch a cab to make my way down The Strip. You never know what the traffic will be like, and I have a feeling if I’m late, Adrienne will leave.

Walking out of the elevator and into the lobby, I see John at the counter.

“Leaving, Sir?” he asks.

“John, please call me Jace. Really, it’s fine. And yes, I am leaving.”

“Okay then. You want me to call you a cab, Jace?” He sounds awkward saying my name. I’m sure it’s just habit for him to say Sir or Ma’am to anybody who lives here.

“Yeah that would be great.”

While he’s on the phone, I sit in one of the lobby chairs. When he’s done, he comes around and sits across from me.

“Got another date tonight?” he asks with a grin.

“Well, I guess you could call it that. I have her phone, and she has to meet me in order to get it.”

“Stealing people’s phones now? Doesn’t seem like you’d have to do that,” he says playfully.

“You’re right, I don’t,” I say with a laugh. “This girl’s a tough one. She’s definitely not throwing herself at me. I guess we’ll see what happens tonight. I’m gonna try to break down those walls that she has up.”

“Good luck with that, buddy. There are women who are put on this earth to make our lives more difficult. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife; lord knows I do, but she’s one of the difficult ones. It took me a long time to convince her to give me a shot.”

“Ah, but John. Isn’t that the fun part? The chase? The wooing and seducing?”

John shakes his head. “Maybe for you. It’s different these days, plus I’m sure you have the means to do more wooing and seducing than I ever could.”

“I have looks and personality, doesn’t that count for something?” I ask with a laugh.

“You’re humble, too,” he says, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Hey. I can make money off these looks,” I reply with a wink. I get up and make my way to the front where I see a cab has just pulled up.

I hear him laugh as he stands up to make his way back to the front desk. “Well, good luck tonight with the lady.”

“Thanks, John. If I’m lucky, maybe you’ll meet her in a few hours.”

It takes a second for him to figure out what I meant. He shakes his head again, and smiles. “Stay humble, Sir…Jace.”

“Although I like the sound of Sir Jace, just Jace will do,” I joke.

After the twenty minute ride, I have about five minutes to get to the restaurant. I can only hope she’s one of those women who takes too long getting ready and is late. I hurry into the casino and find my way to the restaurant. When I arrive, I don’t see her, so I hang out near the entrance. I look down at my watch to check the time. It’s exactly six-thirty.

“Are you waiting for someone?” a sultry voice asks.

I look up and I’m face to face with Adrienne. I take a minute to look over her body. She’s wearing a short, turquoise colored cocktail dress. The middle is slightly see-through with different colored beads. It looks like it’s made to show off her small waist and curvy hips. Her long, flawless legs are on full display, and the silver heels she has on makes them look even better. I can’t help but think about how I’d love to have her wearing only those heels, with her legs thrown over my shoulders.

I hear her clear her throat, trying to get my attention.

“Sorry,” I say as I look those beautiful gray-green eyes. “I’m glad you came.”

“Was dinner necessary? You could just give me my phone now.”

“Of course dinner’s necessary. We all need to eat. Now come on,” I say as I extend my arm so she can hook hers through it.

She hesitates only briefly before taking the few steps needed to reach me. Her arm slides through and rests in the crook of my elbow.

I tell the hostess my name and we’re immediately seated.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, I break it.

“God-like creature, huh?” I ask with a smirk.

With her elbows on the table, she drops her head and puts her hands on her forehead, shielding her eyes from mine. When I laugh, her head snaps up, and she drops her hands to her lap.

“You really shouldn’t read people’s personal texts.”

“I’m sorry. Your friend was very persistent and the damn thing kept going off. The messages were continuing to pop up on the screen. My curiosity got the best of me. I apologize.”

“Your nosiness,” she murmurs.

“So, care to elaborate on that nickname?” I ask.

“Not really, and how do you even know she was talking about you? Are you that full of yourself that you think you are the only God-like creature on Earth?”

“I’m not full of myself, but you do realize that you just admitted to thinking I was a God-like creature, right?”

“What? No I didn’t.”

“Yeah you did. You said ‘are you that full of yourself that you think you are the
only
God-like creature on Earth?’”

I can see a little blood rush to her cheeks, and she tries hiding a smile.

“Anyway, can I have my phone now?” she asks, trying not to look directly at me.

“I think I’ll hold onto it until after dinner.”

“Fine,” she huffs.

“Is it really so bad to be out on a date with me?” I ask.

She finally looks me in the eyes and studies me for a minute like she’s thinking about something.

“No. It’s not too bad.”

The waiter comes by, takes our orders and leaves us again in awkward silence. This time she’s the one who speaks first.

“Thank you for the flowers. They are beautiful.”

“You’re welcome. I was hoping to soften ya up a bit before tonight. I’m not so sure it worked, but I’m glad you liked them.”

She gives me a shy smile. “I don’t need to be softened.”

“No?” I ask.

She only shakes her head.

“I’m sure you’re soft in all the right places,” I say, unable to stop myself.

She looks me right in the eye and shocks the hell out of me.

“I’m sure you’re hard in all the right places.”

“I’m getting there,” I respond. I lean forward with my arms resting on the table, waiting to see if she’s going to continue to play this game or not.

Once again, she hesitates. I don’t know if she’s trying to come up with something to say, or if she’s thinking about running out of here.