Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Chrissy’s expression grows thoughtful then.
“Well, you’ll have to work on that one, Prim. But think on it, okay? I think this could be a good way for you to ruin your reputation for good. You’ll be dirtied, damaged, sullied, and totally not marriage material for these rich families’ sons. That’s what you want, right?”
I nod because my friend has a point. That’s exactly what I want, and I have to be creative about getting my way. My mind made up, I nod emphatically.
“Okay, this could turn out badly, but what the hell? Send me your contact’s number and I’ll give her a call. Things could be worse.”
With that, Chrissy nods and giggles.
“You won’t regret it Prim. I met the Hulk through Curves and my life’s never been the same. He gives it to me hard every night and I’ve never felt so valued and cherished before. Oh, and he buys me chocolate and cooks dinner …”
My friend goes on and on but I’m no longer listening because my heart’s hammering like thunder in my ears. Am I really going to do this? Am I ready to become an escort in an effort to sully my name? Yet, what options do I have? If I don’t want to marry the odious Samuel Coleman, then I have to do something stat.
4
Barry
I walk into the hotel bar a few minutes late and scan the room, my blue eyes searching. Elegantly dressed couples chat on low lounge chairs. The lighting is dim and elegant, and true to its name, the Hotel Steele seems to be done up in steel colors. The décor is mostly grey, silver, and a dusky bronze shade, all very discreet and tasteful.
But then, my eyes alight upon a curvy girl in the corner, and immediately, I know it must be her. After all, Monica described my date as sassy and feisty, with curves that just won’t quit. But what she didn’t add is that this woman is absolutely gorgeous.
As a I approach, my mouth waters as my body stiffens. My date’s got curly brown hair falling like a waterfall over one shoulder, and the delicate features of an angel with wide brown eyes, a plush pout, and a small, v-shaped chin. Plus, her body is just the way I like them: full, with Double D breasts, wide hips and a narrow waist. Sheer perfection.
Then, she turns and catches sight of me and relief washes over her expression. I think I know what she’s thinking and smile internally. After all, no one wants to entertain a short, bald, obese, seventy-year-old, no matter how wealthy they are. But that’s the good part. Curves does a lot of screening and they focus not only on a man’s net worth but also his looks, bearing, and social graces. You could own a city, and yet be denied services.
But I know I’m their target clientele. After all, I’m forty-five, work out like an animal, and I have all my teeth too. Plus, my contact at the agency tells me the girls always ask for me. They want the black-haired, blue eyed, six-pack athlete again. Not only that, but I’m a billionaire who tips well, so their pocketbooks are stuffed full after an encounter with me. But it’s time for someone new. I appreciate variety, and now this gorgeous woman is my treat for the night.
“Hello,” I growl as I approach, blue eyes gleaming. “I’m Barry Childers and you must be Primrose.”
She smiles, a fetching blush touching those cheeks.
“Yes, she murmurs, holding out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Childers.”
Hmm, hearing my name on her lips like that is a jolt to the groin and I can feel myself going semi-erect. Fuck, so soon? But I have to get at least a few niceties out of the way.
“So Prim,” I say conversationally. “How are you tonight?”
With that, I sit in the booth and order a scotch, before leaning back. I’m struck by my date’s beauty and how put together she is. She’s young. Very young. But she presents herself with confidence, and her smile is charming. So why is she an escort?
Quickly, I eye her outfit. Her dress and shoes are high end, and even more, her jewelry is real and it’s expensive. If she were desperate for money, she would be wearing cheap costume jewelry. Now don’t get me wrong: I don’t mind paste gems because I’ve met far too many whores who parade about while dripping with diamonds, and it’s gaudy and really quite off-putting. But this woman’s jewelry is limited to small stud earrings as well as a gold chain encircling one delicate wrist. Hmm, intriguing because usually, I can tell who needs tuition or is saving for a car or a house. But this woman doesn’t have the look or the vibe of someone who’s desperate for cash.