I was going on a date.
I was going on a date with a stranger.
And I was getting paid.
I needed to snap out of it. Be Andi, not Joss. I was undercover and no longer seventeen. I wasn’t a scared little girl anymore. If anything were to happen, I had training to protect me now. I would fight back.
I took a deep breath and walked into the dimly lit restaurant and up to the hostess stand. After telling her who I was meeting, she walked me to the table and my date stood as I approached.
“Andi,” he greeted, kissing me on the cheek.
“Preston.” I returned the kiss on his cheek.
Taking a long look at my date for the night, I decided this wouldn’t be too bad. He was dressed in a pair of dark brown slacks and a black, long-sleeved shirt that hid what I imagined was a rock hard body. He had his sleeves rolled up a quarter of the way up his arms. Why was that so damn sexy? His blond hair was wrapped up into a man bun, and he had a strong jaw and beautiful blue eyes with a smile that gave off the impression—or maybe a warning—that he knew how to have a good time.
Taking my hand and guiding me to our booth he gave my body a once over with his eyes and smiled. “You, darlin’, are absolutely gorgeous.”
Gorgeous.
Flashes of Paul’s smile danced across my mind. “Don’t think of me too much on your date.”
This was going to be a long night.
Doing my best to stay in character, I gave him what I hoped was a confident smile.
The night went on without a hitch. He was smart, sweet, and his smile didn’t lie—he was a shit load of fun to be around. After dinner, Preston wanted to go dancing at Haze, the nightclub inside Aria. We stood in line for a few minutes, then once we got in, we went straight to the bar. He ordered a round of drinks, and I took in the atmosphere of the club as I waited for him to make his move.
I watched as people let loose all around me: grinding on each other, kissing, laughing, taking shots—living a carefree life. I wondered what it would be like to let go and simply be. I’d never had that—ever.
Not wanting to ruin the good time I was having, and not wanting to fuck up my first date, I put a smile on face and turned my head back to Preston only to find him staring at me with that smile. He held a hand out to me. “Let’s go, beautiful, I wanna show my date off.”
Preston dragged me to the center of the dance floor and put an arm around my lower back, pulling me close. The first thing that hit my senses was the way he smelled, and I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Don’t get me wrong, Preston smelled amazing, but his scent wasn’t the one I craved.
“Don’t think of me too much on your date.”
Once again dragging my attention back to the man I was dancing with, I could feel the bass of the music through the soles of my feet vibrating all the way up to the top of my head. Between the beat of the music, the alcohol coursing through me, and the hard body I was dancing up against, I could feel my nerves starting to unwind. I was starting to let go for once, wanting to have what everyone around me had.
Turning in Preston’s arms, I put my back to his front, and we started moving again. As soon as I closed my eyes, a pair of deep chocolate ones appeared in the forefront of my mind. When a pair of hands started making their way down my arms and grabbed my hips, it was no longer Preston I was dancing with—it was Paul. Throwing all inhibitions out the window, my hips started to really move with the music.
I was abruptly brought out of my fantasy by a pair of lips coming down to my ear with a deep baritone voice that I knew didn’t belong to the man I was dancing with in my head. “Come up to my room with me.”
Instantly I stilled and turned around. I had to think quickly; I didn’t want him to notice the hesitation. “How about a few more drinks? I’m having so much fun and it’s still really early.”
For the rest of our date, I nursed the same drink with water on the side. In between the dancing and talking, I had him going back to the bar every chance I got. It was the only foolproof way I could think of to avoid the proposal of me going up to his room with him.
By the time our date was getting ready to wrap up, he could barely walk. The rest of the night went exactly as planned. I got Preston up to his room where he passed out on his bed and I was free and clear.
Maybe this whole escort thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Chapter Ten
Paul
As I drove to my date’s house, I thought about booking a date with Andi. It wasn’t a bad idea. I mean, I shouldn’t have to pay for one, but I would if it meant a date with her. But I didn’t want the typical business-like first date. I wanted to hold her hand, kiss her, spend longer than two, three, four hours with her—I wanted the entire night. I wanted a real fucking date with her.
Instead, I was meeting a client. A client who was a regular. A client who wanted the boyfriend experience—the boyfriend experience at home that normally ended with me fucking her. I couldn’t wait. The sooner I got laid, the sooner I’d be able to loosen up and get Andi out of my system.
When I arrived at Nikki’s, I didn’t bother to knock. Tonight I was her boyfriend. “Sugar?” I called out as I opened the door.
“I’m in the kitchen.”
I rounded the corner and stopped dead in my tracks. Nikki was standing in the middle of her kitchen next to the granite countertop island, and she was butt-ass naked. In her hand was what looked like my drink of choice. I expected my dick to immediately go hard, but it didn’t.
“You always know how to greet a man when he comes home.”
“Isn’t this how a woman’s supposed to treat her man?”
I chuckled and walked closer to her, kissing her good, then grabbed my drink. “Yeah, sugar, it is.”
She slid onto the counter and spread her knees, clearly asking to be fucked right there. Normally, I would, but my cock wasn’t even the slightest bit hard. Nikki didn’t have the chestnut brown hair that I wanted to run my fingers through, she didn’t have the whiskey brown eyes I wanted to get lost in, and there weren’t specks of freckles dusting her cheeks.
Fuck …
I wanted Andi.
I only wanted Andi!
Not wanting to disappoint her, I took a few steps forward and stood between her knees. I ran my hands up her thighs until I could grab what I knew was a nice ass and pulled her forward until our hips met. Playing it up, I brought my lips within inches of her mouth and dropped my voice a couple octaves.
“As fucking tempting as you look right now, sugar, I was hoping I could have a relaxing night in with my girl. Maybe some take out and a movie.” I was hoping she would take me up on my offer. She wanted a night in with dinner and a movie. I knew a movie led to sex and usually I would be all for it, but my dick wanted Andi…
And so did I.
I could smell the arousal coming from between Nikki’s legs. Since this was a regular client and I needed her to keep re-booking and paying my bills, I thought of another solution as she batted her eyelashes and begged me.
“Please?”
“Don’t move,” I warned.
I went into her bedroom and searched the top drawer of her nightstand where I knew she kept her toys. We’d used them on several occasions. After I rummaged through and found the one I was looking for, I returned to the kitchen and found her exactly where I’d left her.
“Now, sugar, lean back.”
She smiled and leaned back, her legs spread wide-open and her pussy glistening. I didn’t need the lube I’d grabbed from the nightstand, so I ran the tip of the clear glass dildo with the dark blue raised swirl that wrapped around the shaft into her juices.