Free Proposition Book 1, EROS INC. by Unknown, Mia Moore

Chapter 1- Proposition
     
    Soft jazz music played in the dim lighting of the bar at the
Metro Convention Centre. I straightened the side slit of my skirt and entered. As
it was early in the evening, there were only a handful of people seated at the
golden, oak bar. Two men wearing suits, sitting together at the bar, turned and
looked me up and down. And… Bonus. They weren’t bad looking, probably late
twenties, I’d guess. Knowing they were watching me, I gave an extra roll to my
hips as I walked to a table near the bar. When I sat down it was hard to resist
the urge to pull my skirt hem closer to my knees.
    A waiter in a red shirt and bow tie appeared and I asked for
a glass of white wine. That had better be the last drink I’d buy tonight. There
was only had a twenty dollar bill in my purse and not much in my bank account.
I crossed my legs and returned the look of the men at the bar. My eyes flitted
between them and I ran the tip of my tongue over my lower lip. One guy was dark
haired with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen--I could tell even from here. He had
a strong jaw and straight Roman nose. He turned to say something to his companion.
The other guy was slightly shorter, with light brown hair, sun kissed blond at
the top and near his tanned face. His smile gave way to laughter and his eyes
kept glancing my way as he answered the dark haired man. He was cute and seemed
full of fun which contrasted nicely to the darker man. They turned slightly in
their seats, staring at me, smiling.
    I sipped my wine and returned their look over the rim of my
glass. The butterflies in my stomach were swooping and dive bombing. If anyone
had told me a month ago that I’d be sitting in a bar hoping to pick up a man,
hoping that he’d give me money for sex, I’d have told them they were doing
cheap drugs. But back then, my job prospects had looked promising. I didn’t
have to worry about paying my student loan, let alone the rent.
    Even though I’d always had fantasies of being an older guy’s
little sex slut—they were just fantasies. I was always the proper young lady.
No one would ever guess the wicked thoughts that went through my head late at
night in my bed. Now, desperation was forcing me to live them. Would the
reality be anywhere near as hot? My cheeks were getting warm.
    Oh God! They had risen and were now walking to my table. Act
casual and sexy, Cerise. Just smile and look friendly. God knows, you’re
showing enough leg and cleavage to get their attention. Don’t blow this.
    “Hi. Mind if we join you?” It was tall, dark and blue eyes.
His smile curled up at the corner and his eyes locked with mine. My heart was racing
in my chest. He was gorgeous. His suit draped over broad shoulders, down to a
flat stomach and slim hips. The man must live at the gym.
    “I was hoping you would.” Ohmygod. Where did that come from?
I sounded like I’d done this a million times. Guess those drama classes in high
school were finally paying off.
    The men took a seat—dark and handsome next to me, while
blond and cute pulled out a chair opposite me.
    “I’m Nick and this is my friend and business partner, Dev.” He
raised his hand signaling to the waiter for another round. No rings, just an
expensive looking watch.
    “I’m Cerise. A pleasure to meet you. Are you attending the engineering
conference here?” I tilted my head and ran my fingers through my hair, pulling back
a stray lock which had fallen to my cheek.
    “Yeah. It’s over for the day, thank God.”  Nick leaned
closer to me, his lips uplifted in a small smile, revealing perfect white
teeth. “You can’t be an attendee Cerise. You look too young to be an
engineer—not to mention too beautiful.” There was an end of the day shadow of
beard in his swarthy complexion, accentuated by his twinkling, blue eyes.
    I was tongue tied, stomach dropping to my knees. Nick looked
like he could be a model for GQ magazine. All of the good looking guys I had
ever dated