“I’ll pay extra,” he whispered into my ear.
“Let’s not ruin a good thing.”
He pulled his head back and stared into my eyes. “What do you mean?”
“You just won a lot of money. Go call your wife.”
“Right. I paid for a hooker and I can’t even get laid. Just like at home.”
“Derrick, I’m not a hooker. There’s a difference.”
He jabbed his finger repeatedly for the elevator. “Just go.”
“I’m sorry.”
My heart broke a little as I walked away and he got into the elevator. I turned slightly and saw his head hung low as the doors closed. I wanted to run back and hug him. Even though he was a client, I’d had a really good time with him. I had no interest in him romantically, but I could tell he was a good guy. I’d thought for sure he’d hired me because he slept around on his wife, not because his wife wasn’t sleeping with him at home.
Like his hidden tattoo, you never knew what people were hiding.
When I made it out to valet, it had slipped my mind that Martinez’s girl would be waiting for me, but sure enough she was. She was sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette and staring at her cell phone as I approached her.
I slid in beside her. “I didn’t think you’d come,” she remarked blowing smoke above our heads.
“Had to come get my car.”
“Where did you want to go to talk?”
“We can talk right here,” I suggested.
“Suit yourself. Are you enjoying your time here, honey?”
“It’s Vegas. How could you not?” I gave a nervous laugh.
She laughed, too. “You still haven’t seen the half of it. You’re going to be a fun cherry to pop. Let’s not beat around the bush here …”
“Andi. And you are?”
“Jasmine.” She reached out her hand and we shook like we were having a business meeting. Maybe we were. “Listen, Andi, what if I told you I could triple what you make on one of your pathetic, boring dates?”
I laughed, my eyebrows scrunching. “Who said my dates are boring? I just had a great time at the craps table.”
“Oh come on, Andi. I know girls like you. Every girl wants a little more … fun. Besides, you’re missing the bigger picture here. I’m talking about a very comfortable income, plus some extracurricular activities. Listen, before you say anything,” she continued, “I’ve spoken with my boss about you. Someone with your … innocence could be beneficial.” Her gaze roamed my bare legs and I felt violated. “Here’s my card. When you’re ready for a little more excitement, you know how to reach me.”
I reached for her card and our fingers brushed. Hers lingered, and I wanted to pull mine away, but didn’t. I kept them there as long as she wanted because I was playing the part of Andi, not Joss.
“How do you know I’m innocent?” I asked, biting my lip.
Her free hand reached down and rested on my bare thigh. “Honey, I’ve been in this business long enough. I know them when I see them.”
“How many other girls are there?”
“There’s enough, but we always want more. Especially ones like you.” She stood. “Think about it, Andi. You have my card.”
“Wait! I want to meet the others so I can think about it more.” I didn’t have time to think about it. This was it. I needed to get in with Jasmine, meet more girls, find out who Martinez was. There was a reason Leah and Nina had told me to stay away, and if my hunch was right, it was the reason I came to Vegas.
“I knew you’d be perfect. Meet us at PT’s on E. Tropicana. Wednesday night at ten.” With that, she left.
I stood and handed the valet attendant my claim ticket. I needed this lead to work or I’d be back to square one.
Chapter Fourteen
Paul
The entire time I was on my date, I was thinking about Andi on her date. It wasn’t because I couldn’t trust her. It was because I was thinking about her blowing … blowing me to be more specific.
We’d been seeing each other for a week and all we’d done was kiss. There was nothing wrong with that, but let’s be real … I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her so fucking hard. I wanted to be buried so deep inside her that she was screaming my name and the neighbors were questioning if they should call for help.
It had been weeks—hell, I think it was going on months since I’d last gotten laid, and I was aching. My hand wasn’t doing the job anymore, and the more Andi strutted around in her short dresses and braless morning T-shirts, the more I was starting to lose it. I was trying not to show it when I was with her, but when I was alone in my bed at night, I worked myself good. I wanted Andi to work me, though. I wanted her hand, her mouth, her pussy—I wanted her to pleasure me, not my hand.
Andi wasn’t home from her date when I got home from mine, so I went to shower. When I came out, she was in her shower and I was half-tempted to join her but decided against it. Instead, I went to the living room and waited for her to finish. When she came out—braless—my eyes drifted to her chest then to her eyes.
“Gorgeous,” I greeted her.
“Sugar lips.” She laughed.
I motioned for her to come cuddle with me on the couch and she did, but not before kissing me.
“Did you win?”
“Well, not me, but my client did.”
“That’s what I meant.” I wrapped her in my arms so she was lying in front of me as I spooned her from behind.
“Can we talk about it in the morning? I’m exhausted.” She sighed as she got comfortable against me.
I kissed her bare shoulder that was exposed from her tank top. “Yeah, gorgeous, we can.”
“Can we also do something different tonight?”
My ears perked up … and so did my dick. “What’s that?”
“Dating other people does suck and I was wondering if you’d sleep in my bed tonight?”
“You want me to sleep in your bed?” My smile widened.
“Well, it’s bigger than this couch.” She laughed.
“My bed is bigger than your bed.” I teased.
“Then can we sleep in your bed?”
Was she really only referring to sleeping or was sleeping code for sex? Either way I wanted her in my bed.
“Yeah, baby, let’s go to bed.”
I woke with Andi asleep on my chest. When she said she wanted to sleep in my bed, she really did mean sleep. We crawled into my bed and the moment her head rested on my chest, she was out and I mean out. She snores a little and it’s cute. I’d lightly run my fingertips along her arm, savoring Andi’s body on mine until sleep overtook and I drifted off.
I had to piss when I woke, but I’d be damned if I was going to ruin this moment. Instead, I lightly ran my fingertips on her bare arm. She stirred and peeked up at me.
“Morning.” I smiled.
“Are you always this happy in the morning?”
“Yes, especially with my girl on me.”
“I see your cockiness is in full effect too.”
“Oh, my cock is definitely in full effect.” I nudged my head toward my crotch. She groaned and started to roll off of me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I need coffee to deal with all of this.” She waved her hand up and down my body and I grabbed her wrist, tugging on her until she straddled my hips.
“You’re not going anywhere until you at least kiss me.”
“With morning breath?” she mumbled into my chest.
“I don’t give a shit, woman.”
I grabbed her cheeks and planted a firm kiss on her lips until she opened up and allowed my tongue to enter her mouth. If kissing her was all I was allowed to do for whatever reason, then I was going to love her mouth as if it was her fucking pussy. I sucked on her tongue, drawing it into my mouth as far as it would go until a moan escaped her. My hips pressed up, my dick hard and searching for that one spot it wanted to be. When I pressed it between her legs, she jumped, breaking our contact.