Chapter 2
Chapter Two
BONNIE
Turns out, I was more than interested in what Sadie had to tell me, and as a result, I’m sat in the high-class club where the bossman will be meeting us in five minutes.
“I’m nervous as fuck, Sade,” I tell her as she sits next to me, a smile fixed on her face and several pairs of eyes looking at us curiously before they decide they’ve had their fill of pondering whether we’d be a good date and they return to their own drinks and conversations.
“You’ll be fine, this is really just for him to see that you’ll fit right in here,” she tells me, as if gaining approval is just so fucking normal.
My leg is bouncing up and down, the wine in front of me doing nothing to calm the anxiety racing through me. This is a mistake. I never should have come here. I mean, me, a fucking escort? I find it a struggle to thank people at my current job, so how the hell I’m supposed to pander to the rich and desperate, I have no idea. I mean, I presume they’re desperate, but then, would that really be the case when this is a high-class establishment? I have no idea, but what I do know is that as I am about to tell Sadie that the whole thing is off, but then my words get stuck in my throat. Because walking in the doors, across the room from where we sit, is none other than my sister’s ex-boyfriend. Darius Cole. And he looks absolutely nothing like the guy that sat around the table at my parents’ house for Sunday lunch previously.
Gone are the casual jeans and T-shirt combo, and in its place is an immaculate suit, shiny black shoes, and the look of a guy who means business.
Pretty sure I just fucking orgasmed on the spot.
Dark hair that’s just long enough to run your fingers through, slight stubble gracing his chiselled jaw, broad shoulders, thick thighs, probably a body underneath the suit that invites you to run your fingers all over it, and those eyes… fuck. Deep grey eyes that could lure you in and make you forget your own name. I mean, I noticed he was fit when Kelly brought him home, but seeing him here, in a different light… again, fuck.
“Sadie,” I say, a little panicked. “Why the hell is Darius here?” I ask as I rip my eyes away from him to look at her, my hair falling like a curtain down the side of my face.
“You know Darius?” She looks surprised.
“Yes I know Darius, he’s Kelly’s ex-boyfriend, you know, the one that recently got fed up of her bullshit and decided to run a fucking mile.”
And then her eyes widen. “Oh my god, seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. Is he a client?”
“Shit, I didn’t realise it was the same Darius. Huh, talk about a small world. And no, Bon, he’s not a client, he’s the boss.” And fucking hell, my brain has malfunctioned completely, but I don’t have time to say anything else as a deep voice says, “Sadie,” in acknowledgment, and then she’s turning her surprise into a smile for Darius Cole.
Oh shit. Just breathe. It’s going to be fine. Totally, totally fine.
“Darius, good to see you,” Sadie tells him, reaching out to shake his hand, and there’s me, yet to turn my head because I can feel a blush creeping over me. Pretty sure I’m going to look the same colour as my hair when I face him.
“And who is this?” he says, and I close my eyes, wishing the ground would swallow me up. My heart is picking up speed, and my mind is on overdrive. He’s seen me sat at the kitchen table, rolling my eyes at my family, dressed in jogging bottoms and an oversized T-shirt, sans make-up, hair chucked up in a messy bun, because I had no reason to dress up or act like someone I’m not, and here I am now, dressed to the nines for a goddamn escort job that is going to get me out of a financial hole and away from the family that seem to hate me so much. But he’s the boss. The fucking boss. And I can’t do this. With that decision made, I reluctantly turn my head, until my eyes collide with his, and I say the only thing that comes to mind as a sizzle makes its way down my body.
“Hi, Darius.”