I swallow a sigh as I pass by her and stride into the living area. The fall back to reality is harder than I expected it to be, but I grab the envelope from the desk anyway.
“Two thousand in cash,” I say, hating the words—hatingmyself—as I hand it over to her. “And a little extra.”
To my surprise, this is the moment she seems to relax. She takes the envelope from my hand with a smile, this one no longer tinged with stress.
“Thank you,” she says softly.
I take what might be my last chance to look at her. She pulled herself back to being presentable fairly quickly, but there are tiny hints all over her body that give away what we did tonight.
Her red lipstick is muted, because she sucked my cock.
Her hair isn’t as sleek as it was when she arrived, because I couldn’t keep my hands out of it.
Her skin is still slightly flushed, and there are a few spots on her neck that might be the beginning of a mark, because I was going to die if I didn’t taste her.
Secretly, I love that she’s leaving here with reminders of me. Even if I was wrong to do it.
When her eyes shoot to the door, I’m seized with a jarring desperation to keep her here longer.This can’t be the last time I see her.
“You don’t have to rush out, you know,” I say, sliding my hands into my pockets just to have something to do with them. “I could pour us another drink, or order some room service, or…”
Her pitying smile makes me trail off.
“I appreciate the offer,” she says. As if we’re discussing a business transaction.Which I guess we are. “But we’re at the end of our time, and I can’t extend tonight, unfortunately.”
I nod, swallowing roughly. “Ah. I understand.”
“But it was very nice to meet you, Nico.” Another smile, and this one doesn’t reach her eyes either. “The agency will follow up with you to ensure the experience met your expectations. Beyond that…” To my surprise, she extends her hand to me. “Maybe I’ll see you again, Mr. Price.”
I shake her hand, not because I want to breathe more life into this stupid transaction, but because I’m dying to touch her one more time.
“I’d like that, Red.”
The second her hand slides from mine, she turns and vanishes from my room.
EIGHT
SCARLETT
A client just gave me an orgasm.
I just came for the first time during sex.
A client just gave me my first orgasm.
I can’t seem to catch my breath during the time it takes me to ride the elevator down, walk across the hotel lobby, and hail a taxi. My chest is still heaving and my pulse is still spiked when I finally slide onto the leather back seat.
What. Just. Happened.
That entire appointment was out of the ordinary.Howdid I let this whole night get so out of control?
Typically, a first-time appointment includes a feeling-out process, me squashing the awkwardness by coming onto him physically, me figuring out what it is he wants sexually, and then him having the time of his life while I put on a poker face and pretend to have the time ofmylife. All the while, I’m either adding to my mental grocery list to pass the time or thinking about my high school gym teacher to stay wet. At no point have I ever been invested during sex with a client.
Until Nico.
The second he put his hands on me, I couldn’t take my focus off of him. The hotel could’ve shaken with an earthquake and I still would’ve been lost in the haze of Nico’s touch.
I tried to put distance between us. I almost came when it was only his fingers inside of me. I thought redirecting his attention would make the orgasm go away, but it seems I underestimated him. Because that manstillgot me to finish.
