Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I giggle.
“Oh, don’t say that! Tonight is going to be the first night that we’re actually going out because the two of us have been holed up in this mansion having sex nonstop for the past couple of weeks. I told you that right? I mean, if I weren’t on birth control, I’d definitely be pregnant about a hundred times by now.”
Clara laughs, her pretty face cracking up on screen.
“Yeah, you mentioned,” she says. “But seriously, are you guys even talking? Or is it just pound town non-stop?”
“Pound town?” I ask, arching one brow. “What, pray tell, does that mean?”
“You know what I mean!” she grins. “I have no idea how you’re even able to walk, girlfriend.”
I nod, slipping into the green dress.
“It does get a little achy down there sometimes. Okay, all of the time,” I amend. “But yeah, Ranger and I talk. We get along great, and if anything, the conversation is non-stop. I’m just saying that I’m looking forward to going out tonight because it’ll be a nice change from our usual routine, which is non-stop pound town,” I giggle.
After all, these last two weeks have blown my mind. Not only did Ranger extend my contract, but I never even moved into the suite he reserved for me at the Viceroy Hotel. Instead, I ended up going home with him to his enormous penthouse overlooking the Thames, and it’s been a dream come true. The place is huge, he’s got a full staff at his beck and call, and obviously, we’ve been enjoying each other’s bodies non-stop.
But still, what I’ve relayed to Clara is true as well. Ranger and I get along really well, and the conversation flows easily. He’s told me some funny stories from being an air marshal, which I counter with my own titillating tales as an escort. The man never judges, and if anything, he’s turned on knowing that I’m so sensuous and giving.
Clara’s voice interrupts my thoughts then.
“Yeah, but I can tell the sex must be amazing because you’re practically glowing,” she says in a dry tone as I giggle, fluffing out my hair while leaning forward to check my make-up.
“I can’t lie, it really is incredible. Ranger is insanely commanding in the bedroom, but I actually like it. I get tossed around like a rag doll, and you can bet he leaves me achy and filled to the brim with his seed each and every time.”
“Oooh!” Clara squeals. “You’re so bad!”
I nod.
“But that’s not it, Clara. Honestly, it isn’t just the sex that has me glowing. It’s the way Ranger treats me too. He’s kind and generous, and insanely smart as well. Did I mention that he’s the CEO of a consulting company?”
She nods.
“You did, and it’s good to hear that he’s treating you right,” she murmurs. “Sometimes, CEOs can be egomaniacs because of their jobs, but I’m glad Ranger’s not like that.”
“He’s definitely not,” I affirm. “Don’t get me wrong because this guy is an alpha male, but he can also be really sweet and funny. Plus, he’s a good cook, did I mention?”
Clara stares at me, her brown eyes confused.
“Don’t tell me he’s cooking for you. I thought you said he has a staff.”
“He does, he does!” I exclaim while laughing. “But my man knows his way around the stove, and sometimes he likes to get creative. Of course, he doesn’t do anything serious like bouillabaisse or filet mignon. That’s left to the staff, definitely. But Ranger gets up early and makes breakfast most mornings, so yeah, I’ve gotten a bellyful of waffles, pancakes, and muffins. This guy can bake, Clara. He’s one of a kind.”
My buddy giggles then.
“Baking, seriously?”
I nod.
“Yep. Ranger can make cakes, pies, and he says he can even do a strawberry cheesecake with buttercream frosting. I look forward to that,” I wink.
Clara sighs.
“Omg, you’re so lucky,” she says. “I would totally be falling in love because he sounds like the ultimate catch: the billionaire bad boy who also cooks like a dream. Who knew that even existed?”
That makes me frown a bit.
“Yeah, but that’s not supposed to happen,” I reprimand. “I’m a working girl, remember? We don’t fall in love no matter how amazing the client is.”
Clara nods, still swooning a bit while looking off into the distance.
“Yes, but how can you control your emotions?” she sighs again while looking dreamy. “I know that I wouldn’t be able to.”
That just makes me frown once more because it’s my job to control my emotions. Our clients pay a pretty penny to savor our curves while engaging in a bit of light conversation, but we all know how it ends. I’ll have a fat pocketbook when our tryst is done, and my bank account will thank me for it.
Yet is that what’s happening? Somehow, this rendezvous with Ranger feels a little different. It’s partly because he started off as my hijacker, but it’s also because we get along so well. I’ve been with men in the past who couldn’t string two sentences together, or even worse, only wanted to talk about themselves for hours at a time.