Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
His mischievous eyes hold mine. “You were worth every penny.”
I chuckle. “You’re a fool.”
“A satisfied fool.” He runs his fingers through his dark messed-up curls and I get a peek of his large bicep under his T-shirt.
“Why did you do that?” I ask.
“I always get what I want.” His eyes hold mine and it’s there again, this energy that zaps through the air, a tangible force.
It’s not love or emotion or anything deep that I can specifically put my finger on.
It’s like there’s this sexy playfulness that bounces between us and damn it…I might be addicted.
Thomas Stone is one hell of a lover.
His reputation preceded him, I mean, he comes with some serious credentials. Fifty thousand dollars for just his company and he refunded it all to have sex with me.
The best sex of my life if I’m keeping score…which I secretly am now.
Today…I feel different. My blinkers have been removed and for the first time in my adult life I can see clearly.
Alive like never before.
Last night we fucked and laughed and fucked some more, Thomas is intelligent and witty and the funniest person I’ve ever met. We had greasy hamburgers in bed from room service and took a two-hour-long bath. There were no false pretenses, fake promises or awkwardness.
Just fun, so much fun. It was the perfect night.
Thomas Stone isn’t an escort…. He’s an expert life coach.
A medic who has brought me back from a very long period of darkness.
He doesn’t know it yet but last night after he fell asleep I transferred the money back into his account.
A deal is a deal.
He earned every fucking penny of that fifty grand; I’d pay it again tomorrow.
All the years of expensive counselling and psychologist visits trying to heal myself when all I really needed was to be railed by a well-hung god.
“What’s on today, boss?” He smiles.
“Well.” I act serious. “This morning I have meetings.”
“Right.” He steeples his finger up the side of his temple as he listens.
“Then at one you have an oral appointment between my legs.”
He gives me a slow sexy smile as his eyes hold mine. “Excellent.”
“Then you can rest a little this afternoon before tonight when I completely use every inch of your body for my pleasure.”
He reaches under the table and slides his hand up my calf muscle. “Ever been fucked in a restaurant bathroom before?”
I giggle in surprise. “No.”
He stands and takes my hand. “You’re about to be.”
I stand at the bar as I wait my turn. The afternoon session has just finished and we are having a drink before we retire to get ready for dinner.
Today has been a game changer, I secretly think I’ve won the Remington account.
She asked me to send the contracts, so fingers crossed and here’s hoping.
“Elizabeth,” a man’s voice says from behind me, I turn to see a familiar face.
“Mathew.” I smile. “How are you?”
“Great. And you?” His eyes hold mine and my stomach flips. “You look…incredible.” He smiles as he looks me up and down. “You’re just glowing.”
Well-fucked will do that to a girl.
Mathew and I have always had chemistry, at every conference on every year I would stare at him for hours and wonder what it would be like to be with a man like him.
He’s older than me, very successful and well respected in the industry.
He’s a kind gentleman.
I look around. “Where’s Annaliese?”
“We split.”
What?
“Oh.” My face falls as I act sad about it.
“Just on two years.”
“I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”
He shrugs. “And you and Graham never got back together?” he asks as he looks around guiltily.
“No way.” I laugh. “My god, don’t wish that on me.”
He chuckles and an awkward silence falls between us. “So…” He leans his weight up onto his toes. “I was wondering if…you would like to go out some time?” he says. “The truth is, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for years.”
“Oh.” I smile, I try to hide my utter delight and then I remember my goodtime god upstairs.
Shit….
“I’m….” I search for the right wording, “I’m kind of seeing someone.”
“Oh.” His face falls.
“It’s very new.”
He nods. “Apologies if I overstepped.”
“Not at all.” I stare at him for a beat.
Fuck it.
“Perhaps you could email me one day…. In case things don’t work out?”
He breaks into a beautiful broad smile. “I could do that.”
We stare at each other for a beat and I feel my face flush and smile goofily as I snap my gaze away.
“He’s upstairs waiting so…I should get going,” I say in a fluster.
“He’s a lucky man.”
I’m the lucky one who gets to spend the weekend with him, suddenly I’m desperate to get up to my Thomas the devil Stone.
“Goodbye, Mathew.”
“For now.” He smiles, he raises his glass of red wine to me and I bite my lip to hide my smile.
I walk casually out of the conference room and once out of sight nearly run to the elevator; I push the button with haste. “Hurry up.”