Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Brielle
“Caden, how are you?” A man approached, and I froze.
He was a client whom I hadn’t seen in about a year. The nervousness in my belly intensified as I feared he would recognize me.
“Jim. It’s good to see you. I’m good. How about yourself?” They shook hands.
“I’m good. Couldn’t be better, in fact. You heard that Dee and I divorced?”
“I did, and I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. That money-sucking bitch was worth every penny I paid her to get out of my life.” He smiled. “And who is this beautiful woman on your arm?”
“Hi.” I smiled as I held out my hand. “I’m Delilah Winters, a marketing consultant for Mr. Chamberlain’s company.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Delilah.”
When I gave my fake name, Caden glanced at me with a narrowed eye.
“If you’ll excuse us, Jim, we’re going to go find some drinks,” Caden spoke as he patted his shoulder.
“Of course. We’ll talk later.”
“What was with the fake name?” he asked.
“He’s a client of mine. Except I haven’t seen him in about a year.”
“And he didn’t recognize you. So is Delilah your real name, then? Because I know damn well Emmy Pine isn’t.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Someone who disguises themselves for their job goes to great lengths to protect their identity, and they wouldn’t be foolish enough to use their real name.”
“You’re very observant, Mr. Chamberlain. Why are we here? Does your company donate to the local hospitals?”
“My father is on the board at Mount Sinai, and since he’s in Europe, I step in when needed.”
“Why is he in Europe?”
“He oversees our offices there while I tend to business here in the States.”
“I see. So, you run that big multi-billion-dollar company all by yourself?” I smiled.
“I have an excellent staff that helps. My brother was supposed to be in charge, but I was next in line since he decided to leave the company and open his own restaurant.”
“Why would he leave the company?”
“Because his passion is food. My passion is being in charge and running a multi-billion-dollar company. Just like your passion is providing sex to strangers for money.”
“Believe me, it is not my passion. I do it for the money. And not every man who hires me wants sex. Sometimes, all they want is to go to dinner and talk.”
“Foolish men, as far as I’m concerned. There would be no way I could take you to dinner and talk.” He smirked.
“No. You’re just foolish for paying thirty thousand dollars for one night with me,” I spoke with an arch in my brow.
“Touché, Emmy.”
We had dinner, mingled with some guests, and then it was time to return to the suite. Throughout the night, I only saw three people who were clients of mine—one that I was just with two weeks ago. He was with his wife, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. If she only knew what her husband was up to in the afternoon when he was supposed to be at the office.
Caden and I stepped into the suite, and I set my purse down on the table in the entranceway. He pushed a button on the wall, and the curtains slowly began to close throughout the room. Walking over to me, he ran his finger down my cleavage.
“I know you’re probably used to being in control, but tonight, I’m in control. Understand?”
“If you say so. It’s your money.” I smiled.
He leaned in and softly brushed his lips against mine as his hand slipped inside my dress and cupped my bare breast.
“I will be the best you’ve ever had. That I can promise you,” he softly spoke.
After our lips tangled briefly, he broke our kiss, unzipped my dress, and watched as it fell to the ground. He took a step back and studied every inch of my body.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
I stepped out of my dress and did as he asked, standing in my black heels and string panties embellished with rhinestones. I heard the sharp intake of his breath.