Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I force my knee to stop bouncing under the table. I’m usually better at keeping my emotions and physical tics in check, but for some reason, I seem to have lost that ability tonight. Then, I take a sip of my merlot and check my watch. The escort’s a few minutes late. I sigh and run my hand through my black hair. Maybe she got cold feet? Wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top of an extremely stressful day? If I wasn’t so desperate for this girl’s help, I would have left already because in general, I don’t wait for women. Then again, I’ve never run from a woman either, so today is a day of firsts for me.
A few minutes later and I’m about to call this a bust, when a ripple of energy surges through the room. What just happened? I turn my head in time and sure enough, a beautiful woman’s just entered. She’s gorgeous with brunette curls and a lush figure clad in a demure cocktail dress. Is this my date?
Sure enough, the host leads her toward me, and I catch my breath as they come closer because this woman looks even better than her profile photos. She’s every bit as curvy as her pic promised, and her décolletage looks appetizing, it’s so creamy and soft. My cock throbs and I want nothing more than to take her on a real date, but that’s not going to happen because this woman is a professional with a job to do.
Get it together, Luke, I counsel myself. She works on her back for money. But as the brunette nears, I stand to meet her. “You must be Patricia,” I growl, “I’m Luke Montgomery.” I offer my hand.
Her pink lips part a little as she stares at me, and a faint blush fills her cheeks. I smirk. Is she surprised? Was she expecting a crotchety old geezer instead of a tall, handsome man obviously in his prime? The host says something about our server being right with us, but I’m focused on Patricia. Her hands flutter as she gathers her hair and collects it over one shoulder, veiling her cleavage in the most tantalizing way.
Then, she smiles shyly and accepts my hand. Hers is small and soft and feels curiously right nestled in my large palm. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Montgomery,” she says. Her voice is low, sweet, and a bit husky. I wonder what she would sound like in the throes of passion?
I hold out her chair. “Please, just Luke. Have a seat,” I say.
She does so, and I take the chair across from her. There’s already a glass of ice water on the table, and she sips delicately from it. I watch her closely, my gaze following the subtle ripples of her throat. She’s very classy, and I like it. In these few moments, I already know that Patricia’s perfect for my scheme.
“Would you like something stronger?” I ask courteously. “The bar has a fantastic wine selection here.”
She shakes her head. “This is fine for now, but thank you.”
I look at her askance.
“Do you not drink?”
She giggles like a tinkling chime.
“Oh no, I do. It’s just that I’m hot from my walk here, so the ice water hits the spot.”
I nod, eyes flashing.
“That’s good because I don’t trust people who don’t drink, sweetheart. It’s just strange not to.”
She laughs.
“I know what you mean, but don’t worry, I’m no teetotaler. I just need to cool off first, that’s all.”
I want to keep talking to her just to hear more of her melodious tones, but then the server comes to take our orders.
“Would you like some food, honey?” I invite. “I haven’t eaten, so I’m aiming for a steak.”
She blushes.
“Are you sure you don’t mind? They weren’t clear about the date. I thought it might be just drinks.”
I shake my head.
“No, it’s fine, baby girl. Order anything you like.”
She nods, picking up the menu and gazing at it. I get my usual king-cut steak with a side of roasted asparagus and grilled corn, and then Patricia surprises me by ordering the same but with mashed potatoes instead of asparagus. Good. I like a woman who eats. The sommelier comes by and soon, we’re comfortably enjoying a bottle of wine together.
“I like a girl with an appetite,” I say once he’s left. “And one who knows how to enjoy wine,” I say approvingly as she sips at her merlot.
“Oh really?” Patricia asks playfully. Her leg crosses under the table. Her toes bump up against my knee just slightly. “But neither of those qualities are particularly ‘ladylike.’ I thought you were looking for someone respectable.”
I smile at her. “I am, but there are many ways to be respectable. The picture that Margaux shared with me made you look…”
“Innocent? Obedient?”