Perhaps it wasn’t any worse than a blind date. Two strangers, a dinner, some sex. Wasn’t that what most men expected anyway from the women they dated? Only they got away cheaper, with just a lousy dinner. Why not sell herself for something more, something closer to what she was actually worth?
And besides, she’d started missing sex and the touch of a man. You couldn’t cuddle with a vibrator. But her fear of being hurt again had held her back from dating. She’d figured that once she met the right guy, things would fall into place. But they hadn’t. She hadn’t met anybody, and she was just as lonely now as she was after the debacle in law school.
Maybe Holly was right, and it was time to let loose and have one wild night with a stranger. Just one night. Without regret, without ever having to see the guy again, so there could be no embarrassment and no hurt. He wouldn’t even know who she was. Anonymity was a great protector.
“Will I have to ask him for the money upfront?”
Holly smiled. “No. Everything’s already paid for through the office. No messy dealings with cash. It’ll be like a date.”
Sabrina nodded slowly. There was no going back now. She had to be brave to help her friend—and herself in the process.
“Ok. I’ll do it. I’ll be Holly Foster for tonight.”
3
The minute Daniel opened the door to his hotel room, he realized why the escort agency had charged him an exorbitant amount of money for the pleasure of having the dark haired woman accompany him for the evening. She looked as if she’d stepped out of a fairy tale.
Her stunning green eyes looked at him. There was surprise in them as well as a silent question. Had she knocked on the wrong door? He hoped not.
If this was truly the escort they’d sent him, then he cursed himself already for not having asked more details about what he’d actually paid for. Was this strictly just a companion for the reception, or would she provide him with other, more personal services later?
Unable to speak, his eyes did all the talking for him, sweeping over the soft features of her face, her graceful neck and the slender curves accentuated by her light summer dress, short enough to show off her shapely legs all the way down to her elegant ankles. He noticed her chest rise with every breath she took.
Her breasts were a perfect size for his hands and firm without the aid of a bra. The slinky summer dress with spaghetti straps didn’t allow for one.
How long he’d stared at her, Daniel truly couldn’t tell. Maybe a second, or maybe as much as five minutes. But he knew why he was suddenly tongue-tied. It was a clear case of lust. Severe lust. Uncontrollable lust. Afraid he’d blurt out what was on his mind, something along the lines of I want to fuck you now, he clenched his jaw together and kept gazing at her lips. They were red and full and parting slightly as if waiting for his touch. He wished.
His imagination took him on a wild ride. He could see himself ripping the clothes off her body and ravishing her like a predator. Her soft body underneath his, he would ride her hard until she’d scream his name.
God, what he wanted her lips to do to him. Now. Instantly. He’d dated his fair share of pretty women and had bedded plenty of them, but the woman who stood before him was more than pretty. She looked like she was made for love.
And then she spoke. Like the soft trickle of a mountain spring, her voice pearled off her lips.
“I’m Holly, Holly Foster. The agency sent me.” There was still some uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she’d arrived at the correct room.
“Hi Holly, Holly Foster,” he greeted her, letting her name roll off his tongue. “I’m Daniel, Daniel Sinclair.”
She stretched out her hand, and he grasped it with his. “Hi Daniel, Daniel Sinclair,” she repeated and chuckled nervously. The chuckle sliced right through his body, making him feel like a college boy again. Was she really his date for the night? When exactly had he died and gone to heaven? Had the plane crashed?
“Please, come in. I’ll just get my jacket, and we can leave.” Daniel motioned her into the suite. Damn reception. He could think of better things to do with her than drag her to a boring business event. Drag her to his bed was more like it.
***
As he disappeared in the adjoining bedroom, Sabrina took the time to calm her nerves. She’d passed the first hurdle. When he’d stared at her while she’d waited at the door, she’d not been sure if she’d come to the right room. Why would a man as gorgeous as Adonis need an escort?
His imposing figure clad in dark pants and a white dress shirt just reeked of breeding and confidence. Surely more than a dozen women on this hotel floor alone would have loved to run their hands through his thick dark hair and throw themselves at him—or under him. Why he needed to hire an escort when he could certainly get anything he wanted for free was beyond her.