Well, that’s good. My cock definitely likes what I’m seeing, and I do, too.
Sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, his features are a cross between angelic and masculine; sharp but also smooth. But it’s not his eyes or his perfect jawline that pull me in. It’s his mouth. Or more aptly, the smirk he’s giving that lights up his bright eyes. It’s like he’stauntingme.
Make me.
I bite my lip as I imagine those perfect lips framing those words. Imagine him saying those words while he’s on his knees, staring up at me.
I clear my throat as I drop my gaze to his profile stats, not wanting to get too excited. I am in public after all, and while sexin public is definitely on my bucket list, the last place I want to jack off or come is the damn airport. There are kids here, for God’s sakes. I do havesomemorals, despite what my dad seems to think.
Jacob’s profile states he’sbisexual.I bet the women eat this guy up like candy. He looks like Prince Charming for sure.
Me: Nice, thanks for coming through!
Chris texts me back almost immediately.
E-Dawg: No prob, man. He’s a pretty cool guy. I’ve met him a few times because he knows my neighbor.
E-Dawg: This is his # if you need it.
I send Chris a thumbs up just as the stewardess calls my flight. If he’s met the guy before, at least he can vouch for him. Though he did say his neighbor knows him, so I have to wonder if that’s in a personal capacity or a professional one. I guess it doesn’t matter, really. I mean heisa date for hire, so I shouldn’t have any weird feelings. It’s his job. I’m sure he books lots of dates.
I wonder what kind of dates he goes on, but my thoughts dissipate when I hear the sound of the stewardess calling the next group to board. Shit, I need to move.
Me: Gotta go, boarding now.
Chris sends me back a thumbs up, and I stand, slinging my duffel over my shoulder and grabbing my suitcase, feeling a little better.
I’ve got a date tomorrow night, and with any luck, this plan will work.
All I need is to show up, make my parents believe Prince Charming and I are soulmates long enough to get Dad to reconsider, and then I can go home and relax until he comes to his senses. And when he does, I’ll accept, and then Prince Charming and I can break up off screen. I just have to get through this date tomorrow and then it’s off.
That shouldn’t be too hard, right?
Chapter Four
Jacob
It’s nearing ten pm when I finally get home from my date with Veronica, who booked me to break up with her at her sister’s graduation party. Purely because she wanted to get the attention of her next door neighbor who she is apparently in love with.
I have to say, I’ve done a lot of gigs over the past four years, but I’ve never been hired to break up with someone before, so that was a first. I played my part though, and I think I played it pretty well. Stomping off and telling her I never wanted to see her again might have been a little on the nose, but it was kind of fun. Andwhen I turned around to see the neighbor guy she told me she’s in love with,comfortingher, I actually smiled.
That’s why I love my job. Because what I do does help people, regardless of what others might think.
I notice the gift bag on my welcome mat, my name written in fancy cursive. Bella’s handwriting. I sigh as I pick up the bag, pulling out the tissue paper to see a copy of the latest Elle Henry book I’ve been meaning to grab along with some packages of peach rings and a bottle of Prosecco with a card.
Our expenses are covered by our dates during the actual date itself, but gifts aren’t usually part of the deal.
Sometimes you get a client who wants to buy you stuff, and they count it as part of the date. Sometimes clients will tip with a gift instead of cash. I had one client who tipped me with a $100 gift card to Barnes & Noble because I told them I like to read. But aside from a date expense or a tip, gifts aren’t usually something that are allowed. However, like off-the clock fucking, as long as Foxy doesn’t know about it, it’s not an issue.
I pull out the card, which says in bubble lettersThank Youand I can’t help but smile. Sometimes it’s nice to be appreciated, even if it is a client who’s doing the appreciating. I can’t help but frown though, because as usual, this just solidifies the reality that I don’t have anyone in my life to appreciate me except my brother and Bella. And I’m not sure she really counts because she pays for my company.Okay, maybe she counts a little, but how sad is it that I don’t have a person of my own to appreciate me?
I stuff the card back in the bag and unlock my door. The apartment is silent like it always is. Unless Noah’s here, or I’ve got Taylor Swift blaring, the place is always pretty quiet.
Between Noah’s dating calendar and up until recently—his dating life—our monthly twin dates are the only time I see him. I get it. I still miss him, though, and now I’m feeling like shit forbailing on him the other night when he asked me to the club. Clubs really aren’t my scene, to be honest. I studied dance in college, and started dancing and stripping to make money while I went to school, which is what I did until Noah got me into Foxy’s. I miss it sometimes—the dancing. I always thought I’d be on a cruise ship somewhere, or dancing with a troupe, traveling and putting on shows and seeing the world, but I guess life is unexpected sometimes and doesn’t always work out the way you plan.
Still, I miss Noah showing up unannounced on my off days and playing video games for hours and ordering pizzas. I miss my brother and my best friend.
I lock my door and head to the living room, queuing up my Spotify to play some music while I relax. I settle onEvermore, since it’s one of my favorite Taylor Swift albums and I can usually play it in the background while I’m reading or unwinding and not have to focus too much.
