A Slut for the Night

When Wendy stepped out of the bathtub in her exotic suite at Baccarat Hotel, all she could think of was the giant bed in the room and how it would feel against her body.

Her body, still sizzling from the soothing effect of the hot bath, all she needed to complete the night was to get on that bed.

The evening had started out badly. She had been compelled to be an escort to a sour spirited man by parents.

'Apparently, Monica has suddenly come down with something and all the other girls are out. We can't raise a refund for this client because your father went and gambled away all the money. You would have to go, Wendy. Disappointing clients could be very bad for us, baby. You know we haven't gotten our license yet!'

Her mother explained with a sorry look on her face.

Yes, her irresponsible parents ran illegal exclusive escort services. And she was certain they didn't plan on getting that licence. The license could be easily be gotten with a little out of the money squandered on gambling, drugs and jewellery.

Wendy had refused blantantly, stating that only one-tenth of the gold and diamond in woman's jewellery casket would easily settle the refund.

The woman had resorted to hysteria and emotional blackmail.

'They would come after us, Wendy. If this guy is offended, he could sue us. Then our license problems would finally bury us.

Think of the legal actions. Do you want mum and dad in prison? Do you think you would not be implicated? I'm doing all these for you, Wendy. Why can't you see?

How would we get the money to send you to get that college degree so you would become a professional librarian? I don't want my daughter as an ordinary bookkeeper at the old and dusty children's library.

I know you hate it there! I know you want that degree. It's just your father and his gambling. Oh, how did I end up with such a man?'

Wendy could see beyond her mother's tearless cries. She knew she was being played but she didn't want her parents in jail either. So she ended up in a black limo with a grumpy man inside as company.

Speaking of grumpiness, the man's sour spirit had nothing to do with his looks. He was a complete meal- with a jumbo sized chocolate ice-cream as dessert. His face was a work of art.

Sea green eyes complemented his well groomed brown hair and his lazy long lashes, plump lips and chiseled chin. His strongly built biceps were visibly packed in his navy-blue suit piece. He sat in his chair, his long legs crossed, scrolling through his tab with his neat manicured fingers, effortlessly looking delicious.

But the man didn't see her. The only acknowledgement she had gotten from him was a brief look at her ugly purple dress her mother had insisted she wore and the mask he had tossed at her.

Other than that, he had ignored her completely. She had to run in her painful heels throughout the evening to meet up with his hurried pace.

Maybe the large suite was compensation for the bad night. After the event, he had silently dropped her off in the suite and had disappeared immediately.

She looked around the room and smiled in self satisfaction. Who would have imagined the night would end this way? Wendy dropped her towel and pulled out a nice warm robe from one of the wardrobes.

'Clothes wouldn't be necessary here, Milady'

What the-

Wendy whirled immediately and saw Mr. Hot and Grumpy standing with a smug look on his face as his eyes which had been blank throughout the evening now had a mischievous twinkle.

How the hell was he still here? And he could speak?

'W-what the hell are you doing in my room?' She stammered as she watched him take slow strides to get to her. She held onto the transparent robe like her life depended on it. She was standing butt naked in a hotel room with a stranger who didn't have the decency to look away.

'That's my line. You're in my room, Milady. But I'll pass. I know exactly what you are doing here.'

He handed her a glass of sparkling wine that she hadn't noticed he was holding. 'You're actually different from what I picked on the website. But I think I like this better. ' He rubbed his tip of fingers on her sensitive neck.

She slapped his hand off with her free hand and took two long steps backwards.

'D-don't do that.' She murmured with trembling lips. What the hell was going on?

The playfulness that she had seen in his eyes for few seconds varnished and she saw raw desire in his eyes instead.

' I usually find the hard-to-get game, silly and boring. But, I think this roleplaying stuff gets your juices flowing. How about you be my naughty student instead.' He gently tucked her hair behind her ears and stared at her lips

Wendy's mouth fell open. How did someone propose sex with a stranger so casually? And how did a man have such beautiful eyes?

Get a grip, woman.

'I am escort sir. Not. A. Prostitute.'

The man stepped back, confusion all over. 'Is this some sort of twisted role play? I already told you to stop. I paid for the night. What the fuck is going on here?'

You just have to be his pretty plus one for the event. That's all. Before you say fuck, you're back here by morning.

That was what her mother had said. Her mother didn't pimp her to a total stranger for a few dollars, did she?

'You paid for the evening.' Wendy corrected.

Mr. Grumpy dragged his large hands across his face in frustration.

'Evening. Night. Same difference. Am I missing the joke here?'

'Well, I'm sorry. My job description is escort and not call girl. I'll appreciate it if you leave my room or I'll call security.' Her job description was actually book keeper. She hurriedly got into the robe and crossed it over her chest like it was a weapon.

'You'll call-' The man started to laugh. 'You'll call security on me in a suite that I booked and tell them what exactly?'

'That you're a rapist and a pervert.'

'And you'll explain how you got into a room with a rapist and a pervert?'

'All that matters is that you are an abuser and a rapist' She shouted.

'You don't have to shout. We're both adults and we can speak without raising voices.'

'And how do I get people outside to rescue me if you attack me?'

'Now this is fucking childish. I'm not doing this with you.' He swore and hurried into the bathroom.

'I. Am. Not. Doing. This. With. You. Either.' She scampered around the room gathering her stuff.

Was this what the girls that worked for her parents had to deal with?

She didn't want to believe her parents actually ran a prostitution ring under the guise of providing escort services.

She didn't want to believe her mother would let her go with a stranger when she knew that he would expect sex at the end of the day, either.

With one last look at the room, she pulled the door open, her heart still seething in anger...

What the-

She almost fell back. Flashlights from many cameras were everywhere. Little recorders were thrust in her face.

We heard your argument! Did Louis Schelling abuse you?'

'Are you his girlfriend?'

'What's your relationship with Rhoda Dregs?'

'Are you a prostitute?'

'Did he rape you in there?'

The door opened wider behind her and she heard Louis swear under his breath before callused capable fingers wrapped around her arm, her body making contact with the most magnificent muscled chest..

And before Wendy could guage his reaction, his lips came down on hers, flashes of camera blinding her vision as much as those sensual lips blocked her brain.

The last question her senses could conjure before he pulled them into the room was,

'Louis Schelling, Selling Global Corporation CEO and most eligible bachelor in America just publicly announced his relationship with the most romantic gesture!'

What?

The CEO of Schelling Global Corporation?

And what the... He was kissing her!