Her lashes cast dark half-moons against her rosy cheeks for a moment before she raises her chin. And her eyes aren’t blue, I realise, but perhaps more green.
‘You really think I look beautiful?’ I nod, not quite realising I’d said so out loud, but it is another truth. ‘It would be a shame to waste this dress and this evening,’ she murmurs.
Looks like we could be culminating the evening with a little hallway sex, I think as her phone buzzes with a text.
‘That’s my cab.’
‘Then we have a date,’ I say, holding out the crook of my arm in invitation. ‘Yours for the night, bought and paid for.’
She looks a little stunned.
Smooth move, dick head.
So I might not be a dial-a-dick who’s paid by the hour. I’m more a dial-a-dick who’s free. I love women. I’m good to them. I’m also usually honest.Mostly.I’m not interested in relationships, the future, or settling down, and I say so up front.Usually.Okay, so I might not say so immediately up front. I might not even say so before we seal the deal. I’m a man—haven’t you heard we can be a little shitty?
And everyone lies a little in the quest to get laid.E-v-e-r-y-one.
But none of that matters right now. I’ve had a monumentally crappy day, so I’m in need of a distraction, and this beauty needs a date.Win-win.And if I can get her out of the door before the real dial-a-dick turns up, I think I’ll have done us both a favour tonight.
Chapter Four
SADIE
A date.
Fuck my life. This is far too surreal, even by Kallie’s standards.
I knew her family was wealthy, but when I’d picked up the keys from the porter downstairs earlier this week, a creeping sense of just how rich they were began to dawn.
But an escort?
A prostitute?
A gigolo?
Is this how rich people live? Ordering a man like he’s pizza? Even if he is, like, really delicious looking. And delicious smelling, and looks big enough to sate even the greediest of appetites...
So sue me, I looked. He appears to be packing, but so what? He might also have the longest, thickest lashes I’ve ever seen. And a strong jawline. And a full mouth seems to be a constant millisecond away from a full out flirty grin.
‘Sweetheart, your cab won’t wait forever.’ His tone rumbles low, and my skin almost hums. Or it could be because he towers over me. What is he—six-foot-two? Six-foot-three?Tall, anyway. Man.
And sweetheart?Love? Be still my little feminist heart—who doesn’t love to be endeared just a little bit? But, oh my Lord, this man’s voice? It’s like great sex—deep, with just a little rasp of rough, like the hint of it in his command when dealing with the mutt.Could be he’s bossy in bed, all commanding and strong. Not that I’m thinking about it. Because I’m not paying for sex, no matter what. Even if his accent does it for me. It’s so very English, with just a hint of something else sitting at the edge of certain words. Something that sounds almost Scandinavian, but what do I know?
Whatever his job description, Kallie couldn’t have chosen better. He’s my fantasy type, all right. But not the kind of man I usually date. There’s no mistaking him for a sweet beta.
What is it that makes English men so delicious? Not that I’ve been in London long enough to investigate whether this is a Sadie-centric phenomenon that appeals to all British men. Besides, they can’t all be like Mr Flirty Lips and Julian. Oh, Julian.The reason I’m here, I remind myself.
‘You’re sure you don’t want to be sofa cuddle friends?’
Will’s teasing tone brings me back with a jolt, even as his gaze travels over my body as though he’s imagining what’s beneath my dress.
‘No.’ I shake my head. Do or die. Now or never. Julian and I had a connection—a spark beyond that of body chemistry. Attraction. Lust.
Which has to be what I’m feeling now. Insta-lust—is that even a thing?
‘L-let me just grab my purse.’
Of course, I feel this pull, I reason as I totter across the room in my skyscraper heels. The man is in the business of temporary relationships. I bet he’d make any woman feel like they were the centre of the universe. All for a price, of course. And I’d guess his services are way out of my price range—not that I’m thinking of engaging him beyond decoy arm candy, like Kallie said.
