Tell me where you are and I’ll send a car.
Posh in Hells Kitchen
Catnip
Be outside in ten.
When I got to his place, the driver directed me to a wood-paneled study, where Locke was sitting at a large desk, working on a laptop. A fire blazed in a nearby fireplace, surrounded by overstuffed leather seats. The room seemed old and well-worn. It suited him.
He glanced up when I walked in. “Sorry about that,” he said, shutting the computer and standing up before indicating theleather chairs. “Have a seat. Are you hungry? Would you like a drink?”
I shook my head. “I’m good.”
He looked incredible, as usual, but this time, he was dressed more casually than I’d ever seen him. A faded Columbia University hoodie, dark, late-night stubble on his cheeks and jaw, and his hair messy from running his hands through it.
Catnip.Jesus fuck.
I bit my tongue against the urge to lick my lips in anticipation. Last time I’d seen him, he’d rejected any physical encounter between us, but what else would he have called me here for but to suck his cock again?
“I have a business proposition for you,” he said as he stood and moved over to the chair opposite mine.
I opened my mouth to remind him I didn’t want a job at his company, when I realized maybe he didn’t mean business-business. Maybe he meant sex business.
“Okay?”
He leaned forward and clasped his hands together between his knees, resting his elbows on his thighs. He studied the carpet for a beat before glancing back up at me.
“I need you to come with me on a trip.”
Before I could ask him what the fuck he was talking about, he continued.
“You’ll travel to Italy with me. By day, you’ll play my perfect assistant and event coordinator, catering to my guests’ needs. But at night…” Locke’s voice was hypnotizing, challenging, practically daring me to disagree. “At night, you will cater tomyneeds.” His eyes bored into mine. “And I haveveryspecific needs.”
I stopped breathing.
Locke’s jaw tightened. “Complete discretion is required, as well as an NDA. No one will know you’re anything more thanan employee helping the event run smoothly. In exchange for your service and discretion, I’ll pay you one hundred thousand dollars.”
My face was on fire, and my fingertips felt strange. “Um. What?” I asked stupidly.
He stood and turned away from me, moving toward a small wet bar in the corner to grab a bottle of water from a hidden mini fridge. When he returned and handed it to me, his face was all business.
“We leave Sunday. If you need a passport, my people can help facilitate an expedited process.”
My brain was like a sandwich with no filling. Open and empty. “I, uh… I have a passport. Amsterdam, remember?”
Not that it was relevant. Because you know what else I had? A fuckingjob. As a global intelligence agent. I was not a high-priced—very, veryhigh-priced—escort.
“Good. Then you’ll simply need to spend the next few days letting my people outfit you with the proper clothing.”
He moved back to the bar and poured himself a drink from a heavy glass decanter. “Do you have any questions?”
“No, I…”Can’t do this. Tell him you can’t do this.“I…”
He took a sip of his drink and wandered back toward me before threading his fingers through my hair. “I want to see you on your knees for me again. My cock stretching those pretty lips wide enough to make tears slide down your face.”
Oxygen sawed in and out of my lungs as my dick strangled itself in my pants. “Gurk.” I choked on my saliva and began to cough.
His lips curved into a lazy grin. “Yes. Exactly like that.” Locke’s fingers tightened in my hair, tilting my head back, which only made my dick harder. “Say yes, Jett. Let me have you for two weeks. It will solve your money issue and meet my… needs.”
