Chapter 3
Chapter Three
DARIUS
For a moment, I’m struck speechless, acting the part like I would if I hadn’t already known Bonnie would be sat here. But I did know, because I do my homework, and when Sadie came to me with a plea and a name, I knew I’d never be able to say no to Bonnie, the sister of my most recent ex, and the one that I couldn’t stop fucking thinking about as I sat across the kitchen table from her at her parent’s house. Small world.
I regroup, as I say, “Bonnie, pleasure to see you again.” I hold my hand out for her to shake, and when she moves her arm and places her shaking hand in mine, I feel a fucking current shoot through me, taking me by surprise once more. Well, that’s new. Bonnie looks more than surprised, and she’s not good at hiding it, her emotions written all over her face. Nerves, excitement, embarrassment, and if I am not mistaken, desire.
I release her hand as I take a seat, admiring how fucking good she looks in her figure-hugging top that’s showing nothing but sculpted arms from having no sleeves. Most guys would prefer to see the goods, but me? I’m more about the unwrapping to see what lies beneath. At thirty-two years old, I’m past the ‘eye’s hanging out of my sockets’ stage of life and more about modesty until you get to the bedroom, of course. In the bedroom, all bets are off.
Her long red hair frames her face, and her fierce green eyes send signals straight to my cock. Her teeth are biting her bottom lip, one I could run my tongue over before I nipped it with my own teeth, making it look more bee-stung than it already does.
I’m aware that I haven’t said anything yet, and as both women stare at me, I realise I should probably say something to avoid the awkward tension ramping up a notch.
“Bonnie, what brings you here?” I say, deciding to get straight to the point, even though I know that Sadie has brought her here for a possible job.
“Well, I, uh?—”
“I brought her here for the possibility of an escort job,” Sadie says, cutting Bonnie off from her struggle to form words. I already know this, because Sadie and I have spoken briefly, before I gave the go-ahead for this meeting. There are thousands of Bonnie’s in this world, possibly more, but as soon as she said her name, even before she gave me her surname, I knew. Call it an inkling, a feeling, a fucking calling card, I just knew. And it just so happens that she is the one I want to wrap her lips around my dick, who is interested in a job, as an escort, with me as her boss… I already know my answer without her trying to convince me that she would be perfect.
“And can you tell me why you think you would be a good addition here, Bonnie?” I ask as I focus all of my attention on her.
“I’m, um…” Her face is colouring up a darker shade of pink, making her cheeks rosy, as she tries to think of what to say. I’m pretty sure she’d have been okay had I not walked in here and sat my arse down in front of her, but hey, life likes to throw curveballs at you and see how you deal with them. Bonnie is not dealing, she’s floundering, and I can’t help but find it endearing, even when she finally gets so frustrated that she blurts out, “You know what, fuck this, I’m clearly not cut out for the escort business. I’m sorry to waste your time, Darius.” And then she’s up and walking out of here like her arse is on fire. It fucking will be, eventually, I think to myself.
“I apologise…” Sadie begins, but I hold my hand up to stop her from saying anything else.
“You wait here,” I tell her as I stand up and push my chair under the table. “I’ll go and speak to her.”
Sadie nods her head, knowing better than to argue with the man that runs the whole show. I have to flaunt my control here, because without it, there would be absolute fucking chaos. Clients and staff need to know there is no room for error here, no room for mistakes when it comes to how things are run, and my staff know to do what I say, when I say. So even as Sadie looks on worriedly, I know she won’t follow me, and that gives me a prime opportunity to get Bonnie and her smart mouth on her own.