Free The Escort Next Door by Clara James Page B

what he’d written in his first email.
However, it seemed insane to me that a man like him would need to hire the
services of an escort. He was young, handsome and charming. There would be any
number of women who would be happy to have a one-night stand with him if that’s
all he could commit to.
    However, his desires for the evening came back to the
forefront of my mind: the girlfriend experience. He didn’t want a one-night
stand per se, it wasn’t about a quick roll in the hay. He wanted companionship,
he wanted to spend this time talking, sharing some laughs and for all intents
and purposes, pretending we’d known each other for much longer than we had. If
he just wanted a fuck, he could have gone down to the bar and picked up a girl
or headed out on the streets to find a hooker. In fact, he could even have
demanded that I get my clothes off as soon as I’d walked in the door.
     “You’re a sweet man,” I told him, unaware of a compulsion
to do so. The alcohol had loosened me up just enough to prevent my self censor
from working properly. “I mean, someday a girl is going to be very lucky to
have you.”
    He grinned, as he lifted his napkin and wiped the sides of
his mouth. “I’m sure you’ve heard this a lot,” he responded, tossing the napkin
onto his empty plate and leaning back in his chair. “But you are an incredibly
sexy woman.”
    I actually felt myself blushing and quickly glanced down to
avoid his eyes. The truth was, I hadn’t heard it a lot. Paul had said it twice,
maybe three times, the whole time I’d known him. “Thank you,” I gracelessly
mumbled.
    Suddenly, David was getting to his feet. He moved around the
small table until he reached my side. There, he sank into a crouched position.
Still, I couldn’t bring myself to look at his face. And this was not something
that went unnoticed.
    Slowly, he crooked his warm index finger beneath my chin and
coaxed my hand around. “The fact that hearing how sexy you are embarrasses
you,” he said, a teasing grin quirking the corners of his mouth, “makes you
even sexier.”
    “I...I...” I stammered, shaking my head slightly. The next
time I opened my mouth, nothing came out. It didn’t have the chance. David’s
lips were unexpectedly melded to mine. He softly moved them, the tip of his
tongue occasionally darting out to take a taste of my lip. For a long second
the shock of his rapid movement startled me into stillness. However, as he
slowly caressed my mouth with his own, I surrendered myself to the feeling.
With a soft moan, I parted my lips and understanding the unintelligible call,
his tongue slipped quickly over mine.
     Even as it deepened, the kiss remained soft and
exploratory. Nevertheless, it was doing entirely unexpected things to me. A
warmth was spreading through my abdomen, which I tried to rationalize was from
the wine and shots of vodka consumed earlier. I could never have admitted it,
not even to myself, at the time, but I was enjoying that kiss. David was good;
gentle, but with just the right amount of pressure. His tongue roamed playfully,
rather than aggressively and he tasted nice; a mixture of Merlot and tomato
pasta sauce.
    What’s more, I was excited by the promise of where the kiss
would lead.

Chapter Nine
    Not Just A Job
    I don’t recall how I went from sitting at the
table to laying on the bed. I do know that my head was swimming and it wasn’t
just thanks to my old friend the fermented potato.
    David’s mouth was still moving leisurely over mine,
occasionally sucking my lower lip between his teeth. He was lying next to me on
his side, pressing the length of his body to mine, while one arm draped across
me and the hand gently caressed my hip.
    By that stage, I was beginning to return his kiss with an
enthusiasm I didn’t have to fake. One of my hands had unconsciously smoothed up
his chest and curled over his shoulder, while the other snaked around the back
of his head and was pulling him that little bit