Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Caden
“I can take you home if you need a ride,” I spoke as the plane landed.
“I have a car waiting for me. But thanks for the offer.”
We unbuckled our seatbelts, grabbed our luggage, and exited the plane.
“I would like your number if I need to speak to you before Saturday.”
“Only regular clients get my number.”
“I see. And who’s to say I won’t become a regular client? But I am paying you twenty thousand dollars for one night, so I think that should include a phone number.”
“You think so?” She cocked her head.
“I do. We have entered into a business arrangement, and usually, phone numbers are exchanged.”
“Okay then.”
I pulled out my phone and entered the number she rattled off.
“Thank you. I’ll see you next Saturday.” I smiled.
“Are you not going to give me your number?” she asked.
“I’ll be in touch.” I gave her a wink.
“Okay then, see you next Saturday.”
I watched her as she walked away, rolling her suitcase behind her. I followed her into the airport, keeping my distance so she didn’t see me. She entered the bathroom, and I waited for her to come out at the Starbucks across the way. I stood there in shock when she walked out.
“I’ll be damned,” I whispered to myself.
She was no longer a brunette but a blonde. A very sexy and beautiful blonde-haired woman. She disguised herself for her clients. Smart woman. I pulled her card out of my pocket and stared at her name: Emmy Pine. I would guarantee that was fake as well.
I headed home to my Park Avenue penthouse. When I stepped off the elevator, I left my suitcase in the foyer, walked to the bar, and poured myself a drink. Taking it out to the terrace, I leaned over the railing and thought about her. I thought she was sexy as a brunette, but seeing her as a blonde took my excitement to a whole other level. Now, she was more of a mystery, and I would find out exactly who she was. I finished my drink, set my glass down, and headed out of my building to go and see my brother Kyle. He founded and owned Upscale, a fine-dining restaurant in the Financial District.
“Good evening, Mr. Chamberlain.”
“Good evening, Allison. Where’s my brother?”
“In the kitchen.” She flirtatiously smiled at me.
The place was packed like it always was. You had to make reservations at least two months in advance to get in. My brother was an excellent chef, which was his passion since he was a kid. He tried the family business, and it made him miserable. The only thing that made him happy was being in the kitchen. He wasn’t an office, sit-behind-a-desk type of guy. He was my older brother by three years, and he was also my best friend.
“Hey, bro. Nice surprise.” He grinned as I walked into the kitchen.
“Hey.” I grabbed a bacon-wrapped scallop from the aluminum pan sitting on the counter.
“You’re just in time. I’m taking a break. Did you eat?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Marcus, put a plate together for Caden and me and bring it back,” he said.
“Sure thing, boss.”
We walked to the small room off the side, where parties were held. Taking a seat at a table, Kyle handed me a bourbon.
“Thanks.”
“How was Texas?” he asked as he sat across from me.
“I was there one day, and it was eventful.” I arched my brow as I took a sip of my drink.
“Eventful in a good way or a bad way?”
“Depends on how you look at it. I met a woman at the hotel, and something about her quickly caught my attention.”
“Like?”
“She was sexy, poised, smart. Someone I wanted to fuck very badly.”
“I take it you didn’t?”
“No. She turned down my offer.”
“Offer?” His brows furrowed.
“I offered to pay her twenty thousand dollars for the night.”
He chuckled as Marcus set our plates down in front of us. “What is she, an escort or something?”
“Yeah. She is. She was with Derek Willows, and he had to fly out due to a family emergency.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Dead serious.”
“Why the fuck would she turn down twenty grand? Why didn’t you just call her agency?”
“She doesn’t work for an agency. She works for herself. She has a screening process that all clients have to go through first. Wait, it gets better.” I smiled. “She left her phone on the bar, so I went to her suite to give it back. The door opened, and I didn’t see her, so I stepped inside. That was when she pointed a gun at the back of my head.”
“Oh, my God.” He laughed. “What did she think? You were going to rape her or something?”
“I guess so since she had a gun pointed at me. I explained that I was only there to give her back her phone, which she left at the bar.”
“She sounds like a psycho.”
“She’s not. She was being cautious, and I admire that. It made her sexier in my eyes.” I smirked. “Anyway, she lives here in New York, and I offered her a ride back on my jet. She accepted, and I hired her to attend an event with me on Saturday night.”
“At what cost?” His brow raised.
“Twenty thousand.”
He sat across from me and slowly shook his head.
“You’re seriously going to pay her twenty grand for the night?”
“Yes. I am. I know she’ll be worth every penny. I can feel it.”
“Are you bored or something? Women are lining up all over the city trying to sleep with you for free, and you’re going to pay some escort?”
“I can’t figure it out myself. All I know is that there’s something about her that intrigues me. Anyway, it’s only one night. Once I fuck her, I’ll get her out of my system and send her on her way.”
“Good luck, brother. I hope she’s worth the money.”