Free Advertising for Love by Elisabeth Roseland

her?”
    Greg made a face. “Oh, hell no! She always offers. Throws all kinds of money in my face. But no. Absolutely not.”
    “Oh wow.” She took a deep breath. “That’s hilarious. Seriously, you could write a book.”
    “I’m sure I could.”
    “So, I’m curious.” Aisha took another bite of her dessert. She could finally taste the crisp topping and the sweet, creamy custard underneath. “I don’t mean to be all up in your business, but you have a really nice house and a really nice car. So I take it your job—and I’m just talking about the above-board stuff—is financially rewarding?”
    Greg smirked. “Are you asking me if I make a lot of money escorting?”
    Aisha could feel the relaxing effects of several glasses of wine. They had begun to loosen her tongue. “Yes. That’s what I’m asking you.”
    “To be frank, yes. I do quite well. Although,”—he took another sip from his glass—“I’m not one of the top earners.”  
    “Really, who is? I mean, you don’t have to tell me his name or anything, but what kind of person is he? He’s probably some tall, muscular guy in his twenties, right?”
    “Actually, no. Just the opposite. He’s a little shorter than I am, average build, and in his sixties.”
    “What?” Aisha leaned forward in her chair. “You’re kidding. In his sixties?”
    “Yeah.” Greg chuckled. “I don’t know how much he makes, but the rumors are that it’s over six figures. Well over.” Aisha sat back, unable to say anything. Greg continued, “It makes sense. Think of it this way. There’s an entire population of retired women who need someone to keep them company as they go about their day. They’re not working, and they need someone to talk to while they visit the museums, go out to lunch, attend concerts, what have you. Combine that with the fact that there aren’t too many older men on staff at the company, and you have the makings of a very lucrative situation. I hear he’s booked up solid for months in advance.”
    Aisha shook her head. “I don’t believe it.” She then lowered her voice. “Does he have sex with them?”
    Greg laughed. “I don’t know. I don’t ask him. But I hear he keeps his clients very happy.”
    Aisha snorted. “Now he’s the one who should write a book.”
    “You’ve got that right.”
    They were quiet for a moment. Aisha studied him carefully over the rim of her glass. She polished off the rest of her wine and set it back down on the table. Her crème brûlée was gone. And she was ready to move to the after dessert dessert.
    Greg looked at her thoughtfully. “How was everything?”
    “Delicious. Thank you.” Aisha slowly got up from her chair and walked over to him. “But now I’m ready for you to show me some of those other benefits you were talking about earlier.” She squeezed between Greg’s chair and the table, swung her leg over, and straddled him, sitting in his lap.
    “Mmm.” Greg kissed her neck. Even through the denim, Aisha could feel him growing hard. “Well, we chefs know how to throw down in the bedroom as well as the kitchen.”
    “Oh, really?” Aisha sighed as he slipped his hands up her shirt and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell into his hands, and he massaged them. “Show me,” she whispered. Aisha could taste the crème brûlée and the wine on his lips, and their luscious sweetness made her want to taste more. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and forced it up over his head. The sight of his bare chest made her grow wet, and she slowly traced her fingers over the contours of his solid six-pack.
    Aisha’s touch seemed to be too much for him. He grabbed her and kissed her passionately, stopping only long enough to remove her shirt and bra and throw them to the kitchen floor. He leaned down and teased her right nipple with his tongue until it grew hard. Instinctively, Aisha ground her hips into Greg, feeling his cock straining to escape from his pants. Greg moved his warm mouth over