Diana took my feet, and after a cleanse, she begun the usual pedicure procedure but with more precision and care than I’ve ever experienced before. I felt relaxed and spoiled within an inch of my life, and when Diana applied the bright polish, I saw that the color matches my dress perfectly.
My cell vibrated in my pocket, interrupting our conversation about the differences in Australia and America, and I pulled it out to see George’s name on screen. Diana looked up.
“Please do answer.” She smiled.
I returned her gesture and held it to my ear. “Hi, baby!”
“He? What the fuck do you mean he?”
Oh, he was mad. Really mad.
“He, as in James. I thought you’d like to know he did an amazing job.”
“I requested you only had females tend to you.” His voice was strained and tig
George laughed. “Don’t play that card, woman. You know I was the one who tried it on.”I glanced at him and pretended to fake a sigh. “Fine.”Mrs. Modeling Director’s Wife’s eyes twinkled.“It was the summer before my senior year of high school and my parents had taken me to Paris for two months. My father had business to do with an old friend, so they decided to turn it into a vacation. The last time I was there, I was just a child, so it was if I were seeing the city through fresh eyes.“We’d been there for around ten days when I finally made it to the Eiffel Tower alone. I’d been there with my mom several times, but she was always in a rush to go somewhere else. It was my chance to really enjoy it.” My lips quirked, and George slid his hand into mine. “I was standing in front of th
“Just one. Just me.”“Then why are we having this conversation?”“Because above anything, call girls are masters at the art of pretending. We pretend every day, to other people, and occasionally to ourselves. And you, my darling, are pretending so hard you almost believe yourself.”“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”Ella took my hand and led me to the door. “Just because you’re not falling doesn’t mean you’re not in love.”She pushed the glass door open and we sat back at the table without a word.Every time I was at an event like this, I looked around the room and wondered how many of the guests were call girls. How many of them have been hired for the same reason as me. How many are smiling and pretending to know everything about their handsome, rich date.Usually,
“Want me or need me?” he breathed against my mouth.“Shut up and take it off before I rip it off.”“You forgot something.” He unzipped my dress.“What’s that?”“My name.”I pulled back slightly. “I’m about to rip your shirt off, Mr. Stone. Are you okay with that?”“Not really.”I tore it apart, buttons popping. “Tough shit.”He laughed, his bare hands spreading across my back, and plunged his tongue into my mouth. My back hit the wall with the force of him against mine, and I swore to god I’d climb on him if I could.His lips caressed mine and his tongue explored my mouth like I was an undiscovered cave ready to be exposed of my secrets. My dress slipped over my shoulders and he helped it along the way, kissing my neck and easing the
Like he knew, he kissed me and pulled me from the wall. I hugged him to me as he walked, each step another jolting thrust inside me. He laid me back on the bed.I refused to let go. He didn’t say a word.He lowered himself on top of me and spinned us to the side. His arms went around me and he pulled me into his body.I snuggled in, still riding a high from the intense orgasm that just racked my body, and fell asleep with him still inside me.***A murmur of “Good morning” and a thumb brushing across my cheek stirred me. I stretched out and let my eyes flutter open. George stared back at me with curved lips.“Good morning,” he repeated.“Mmm.” I rolled onto my side. “No it isn’t.”“Any morning after a night like last night can’t be bad.” He ra
“I’ve never been reasonable where you’re concerned, Gina, and I’m not about to start now. Understand that. And the next time you say ‘fuck you’ to me, that’s exactly what you’ll be doing.”He stepped into the elevator and the doors closed with a swish. I grabbed a clean mug from the side and threw it across the room. It collided with the door and smashed, white china falling over the carpet."Fucking self-entitled, controlling, demanding fucking bastard."****** ************I think I might move.My love of water had always kept me in Seattle. The Bay has kept me grounded close to a place full of happy memories from years gone by, but I had never really loved the weather.I was thinking Sydney had everything. It had water, a harbor, hot weather, and beaches. It was like California and Seattle all ro
I laughed as he patted his thin arm. “Then I’ll have the mussels.”“Yes!” He fist pumped the air and turned, pointing a finger at the other staff. “I told you!”I raised my eyebrows, his infectious happiness making me smile.“I’m sorry. We had a bet over who could sell the mussels first.”“You set me up!” I gasped.“I’m sorry!” He took my hand. “Gosh. Have whatever you want. Here. You can even have me. My bum is peachy.” He wiggled his hips.I think I found my new favorite place.“I want the mussels,” I replied, patting his arm. “Really.”“Done. Nancy, tell Barry we need a mussel dish. And not his muscles—he can keep those.” He slid in opposite me and leaned in. “Believe me, there’s nothing nice abo
And not in a good way.Tension bounced between us on the drive back to the hotel, and when we arrived, he all but carried me into the elevator that would take us up to our suite. Still, he didn’t say a word, but the ticking in his jaw told me just how pissed off he was.I kicked off my shoes inside the suite and chucked my purse onto one of the sofas. No words left him as I walked into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes.Who the fuck does he think he is? Coming in there and dragging me away like that? What gives him the right to do that?Oh, that’s right. He owns me because he spends his endless amounts of cash on my time. I forgot about the part where I’m supposed to appreciate that gesture.I scrubbed my hair and body under the hot spray of the shower, and once I was clean, I got out, still angry. I was so angry I could barely f
“Why not? Do my feelings mean that little that it doesn’t matter to you?”“Don’t you ever fucking say that!” He stormed to me and cupped my face. “Don’t ever say that.”“Then listen to me when I say I can’t!” I pushed his hands from my cheeks. “I can’t. Okay? Do you hear that? It’s not that I won’t. I can’t. Physically, mentally, emotionally, I can’t do that.”“Why?”His blue eyes were full of anger and pain and heat and what once was.“I can’t fall in love with you,” I whispered. “Not again. If I have to pretend all the time, I might just do that.”“Is that such a bad thing?”“Yes!” I found his eyes and hugged myself. My voice increased in volume until I was shouting so hard my thr
