Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Brielle
As I sat in the warm, bubbly tub, I sent my mom a text message.
“Change of plans. I’m coming home tomorrow instead of Sunday.”
“Why? What happened?”
“His wife had a heart attack, and he needed to leave.”
“Oh, dear. I hope she’s okay.”
“Me too, Mom. Tell Stella I love her, and I’ll be home tomorrow.”
As soon as I finished my bath, I put on the fluffy white robe in the closet and sat at the computer to learn more about Caden Chamberlain. He was thirty years old, just as I suspected, and was the President of Chamberlain Essence, a billion-dollar flavoring company. His status was single, and he was one of New York’s most eligible bachelors. Clicking on the images tab, I found several pictures of him and a string of women on his arm.
“You are quite the playboy, Mr. Chamberlain,” I said as I logged off the computer and went to bed.
The next morning, I showered, put on my wig, my colored contacts, a face full of makeup, and dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a tank top. Grabbing my purse, I headed out the door and to the terrace to meet Caden for breakfast. When I arrived, he was already sitting at a table, so I walked over and sat across from him.
“Good morning.” He smiled.
“Good morning.”
“Coffee?” He reached for the small stainless-steel pot that sat on the table.
“Please.”
“How did you sleep last night?” he asked.
“I slept well. How about you?”
“Not so good. When I closed my eyes, all I kept seeing was a gun pointed at me.” A sexy smirk crossed his lips.
“Again, I’m sorry about that.”
“My plane has already arrived, so we can head to the airport as soon as we finish breakfast.”
“Sounds good.”
“By the way, Emmy. What is your last name?” he asked as he sipped his coffee.
“Why?” I narrowed my eyes.
“I have an event next Saturday night that I have to attend, and I would like to hire you to go with me.”
“Why?” My eyes continued to narrow at him.
“Because I think you’re a beautiful woman, and I’d like your company. Good enough reason?”
“But you can have any woman you want for free.”
“True. But I’d like to take you.”
“I’m already booked for next Saturday night.”
“Cancel the booking. I’ll pay triple your rate, and I promise I’ll be much better company than the old geezer who booked you.”
“And how do you know he’s an old geezer?” I cocked my head.
“Because I don’t think too many thirty-year-olds hire escorts. Am I right?”
“Yes, I suppose so. He’s a new client, though.”
“Good. Then it’ll be even easier to cancel.” He grinned.
“You have to go through a screening process first.”
“No problem. I want you for the entire night. You can leave the next morning.”
“I’m assuming you want sex,” I said as I sipped my coffee.
“You assumed right.” He winked. “And a couple of other things.”
“Twenty thousand,” I spoke.
The corners of his mouth curved upwards into a sly smile.
“I know damn well you don’t charge that.”
“You were willing to pay that last night,” I said with an arch in my brow.
“Fine. Twenty thousand dollars for the night, and you’re all mine.”
I reached into my purse and pulled out my business card.
“Call the number on the card, go through the proper channels, and I’ll make sure I’m available that night.”
After breakfast, I went to my hotel suite to grab my luggage. Pulling my phone from my purse, I called Sasha.
“Hey, Brielle. How’s Texas?”
“Eventful. I’m heading home today. Derek’s wife had a heart attack, and he needed to leave last night.”
“That sucks. I hope she’s okay.”
“Listen, I need you to cancel my appointment with that new client next Saturday. A gentleman by the name of Caden Chamberlain is going to be calling to hire me for that night. I’ve already met him here in Texas. Screen him anyway. He wants me for the entire night, and he’s paying me twenty thousand dollars.”
“Holy shit. For one night? How did you manage that?”
“He was willing to pay it last night after Derek left, and I turned him down. He really wants to spend the night with me, so I told him twenty grand, and he agreed.”
“Damn, Brielle.”
“He’s the president of a billion-dollar flavoring company. Twenty thousand is pennies to him.”
“Umm, Brielle. I just googled his name. He’s thirty years old, and he’s fucking hot as hell. Shit. I’d let him fuck me for free.”
I let out a light laugh. “If we had met when I was Brielle and not on the job, I probably would have.”
“Gotta go. The other line is ringing. It’s probably him. Have a safe flight.”
I ended the call, grabbed my suitcase, and headed to the lobby, where Caden was waiting and talking on the phone. After he ended the call, he looked at me.
“Damn, you put new clients through an ordeal.”
“Like I said, a woman needs to protect herself.” I smiled as we climbed into the back of his limo.