Chapter 2 #2
“Am I? I have no idea who that is.”
Sarah didn’t care to hear the woman’s name from anyone but her. Better that way.
Within five minutes, she had a glass of scotch and a wink of encouragement from the server. Sarah slipped off her stool and approached the imposing figure still perusing her phone.
When she could be perusing me… for shame.
“You look thirsty.” The glass of scotch hung from her hand, the other on her hip. “Care to join me?” Her nail tapped against the glass.
Those sultry blues looked her up and down, mostly lingering on her face, but occasionally taking in her coat and wig. Everyone loved blondes, didn’t they? Just have to ask my boss that question to find out the answer. Not that Sarah gave one single shit about Danica’s opinion on… anything.
“I know you can speak English.” Sarah sat in one of the chairs that a blond man once held down. “I heard you speaking.” She placed the glass of scotch on the small table between them.
“My English is better than my Danish, yes.” The woman pocketed her phone before leaning farther back into her chair. “To whom do I owe this extraordinary pleasure?”
Her voice was deep, yet friendly. A warm tone that would have put the real Sarah instantly at ease. Angel got turned on by a voice like this.
Really, really turned on.
“Angel.” She primped without realizing it at first. Stuck out her chest and fingered the long locks of her wig. “That’s what they call me around here.”
“Let me guess,” the woman said with a mild droll, “you’re sent straight from Heaven.”
“Some people think so.”
“Those people tend to be men, hm?”
What do you want from me? Sarah flashed her teeth as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees.
It gave this stranger a fantastic view of her cleavage in her push-up bra.
“Who are you? I’ve never seen you around here before.
” She played a dangerous game, referencing that she was a regular.
Some people didn’t like hearing that. Stole their fantasies, or something equally ridiculous. “You must be from out of town.”
“You can say that again.”
“From Denmark?”
She arched her eyebrows. “So, you recognized Danish? Don’t come across that very often in the States.”
“Well, it wasn’t German. And it wasn’t Dutch. Nor was it Swedish.”
“Ah, yes. The bastard language of Europe. I’ve heard it all before.”
“You Danish?”
“Technically.” Sarah’s intended smiled back at her. “Born there, mostly raised here. Bilingual and bitter about it.”
Bilingual women were sexy as hell. Especially if they spoke a language Sarah wasn’t terribly familiar with. “I have dual citizenship, too. British, on my mother’s side.” She rarely used her UK passport, though. Only when traveling there, and she never stayed long.
“That so? Also, I’ve only been a dual citizen for a few years now. Used to be impossible to have dual citizenship until they changed the laws. Felt quite funny being a grown woman asking to have it back after I had renounced it to be 100% American filth.”
Sarah had heard something about that, but only in passing. Besides, what the hell did she care about that? The Danish thing was a mere segue toward seducing this woman. “You still haven’t told me your name.”
“Luca.” Before Sarah could reply, she continued, smiling, “Luca and Angel. What a Biblical pair we make.”
“Suppose that’s true.”
A brief pause commenced. Sarah bit her lower lip and admired Luca’s physique as it lurked beneath a pesky suit. I could remove that quickly. I have quite the record. She’d be amazed at how quickly I could remove her suit and get my mouth on her.
Luca caught her checking out everything.
“Do you work for the club, Ms. Angel?”
She bristled. “No.”
“Ah.” Luca chuckled. “An independent woman. I can respect that.”
Sarah needed to correct something. “I’m not an escort.”
“Too bad. You have the skills to make a killing.”
She cocked her head to the side, the fake hair on her head brushing against the chair. “That so? How much do you think I could make?”
“For a night, or per hour?”
“Either.”
“Hmm.” Luca studied the glass of scotch Sarah had left between them. “Last I heard, the going rate for a real pro was thousands a night. So, if I had to spitball a beautiful woman such as yourself coming onto someone like me in a place like this… at least $5000 for the night.”
“You’re right. If I worked one night a week, I’d make a killing.” She crossed her legs, making sure Luca had a good view of her outer thigh. “Chump change for you, I’m sure.”
“No comment on that.”
“What would you like to comment on, then?” Luca could come from a failing family for all Sarah cared. As long as she could play the part of a rich businesswoman too posh for her own good, Sarah was guaranteed a good time. “The weather?”
Luca picked up the scotch. “If I drink this, will I pass out?”
“Are you kidding?” Sarah scoffed. “You asking if I drugged that?”
“Wouldn’t be surprised. Places like these? You drug a poor gal, next thing I know, I’m waking up in my hotel room totally cleaned out.”
“Please. If I wanted your money, I’d charge you for my time.”
“But then you wouldn’t have to have sex with me.”
“Have to have?” Sarah stood up, her heels bringing her closer to Luca and her cinnamon-infused perfume. “I don’t think you know what’s going on here, Ms. Luca.”
She did not move away from Sarah as she approached. Meanwhile, Luca’s hand grazed against her chin. “Tell me what’s going on, Ms. Angel.”
Sarah put a hand on her shoulder. Oh my sweet God, she’s so… sturdy. The amount of raw power lurking in this woman’s body could be used to send Sarah to the stratosphere of sexual pleasure.
Oops. Her coat came undone and opened. If Luca had been expecting a dress beneath it, she was sorely disappointed. A black pushup bra, thong, and garters would have to do, now wouldn’t they?
“I’m seducing you.” Knuckles nicked Luca’s cheek. “Anything you want. For free.”
“Well, this is a turn of events.” Ah, but Luca was the tiniest bit flustered. Sarah could tell from the way she shuffled in her seat, energy ready to burst from her body. “I’m used to doing the seducing.”
“If you want, you can do that.” Sarah turned. Her coat lifted high enough to expose her ass. “Convince me to go into a private room with you, Luca.”
That tenuous moment was filled with expectations. Sarah expected a hand on her ass. A kiss to her flesh. A growl in the throat. Words of sex, meant to turn her on, to entice her to sit in this woman’s lap… legs spread.
She didn’t want to know her last name. What she did for a living. If she were married. What she had for dinner. All she wanted was attention. On her. In her. Long enough to make her feel like she had some control in her damn life again.
“Why would I do that?”
Fantasy shattered.
“Because you want me, Luca.” Sarah slowly turned her head over her shoulder, daring those illustrious blue eyes to defy her. “Because you have to have me. Because letting me walk away without acquiring carnal knowledge of my body will be the greatest regret of your life.”
“You presume to know my greatest regrets.” A growl powered through that voice.
“No. I presume to know what you desire, madam.”
“Because…?”
She was fishing for the perfect answer. If Sarah failed to supply it, she could kiss this encounter goodbye.
“Because I want you as badly.”
Luca eyed her with careful consideration. She sucked one of her cheeks into her mouth before looking away. She crossed her legs, in case Sarah accidentally got the idea that Luca didn’t have control over herself. She kept a grin of triumph to herself.
“You don’t even know me, Angel.”
“That’s supposed to be my line, Luca.”
She stood up behind Sarah. Luca’s presence enveloped her, inviting Sarah against her chest, arms wrapped protectively around her.
Sarah caught the eye of the server who had brought the scotch.
The woman smiled in approval and flashed the number four in her direction. Room 4 is available. Good to know.
“This whole night is so backward. Next, you’ll be telling me you want to be on top.”
“Actually,” she said with a happy sigh, “I’d much rather you take the lead on that. If you don’t mind.”
“This has got to be some kind of trap.” Luca bit her knuckle, as if she could barely restrain herself from grabbing Sarah and hauling her off to the nearest bed. What’s stopping you? I don’t have all night. “What’s your story, Angel?”
“Don’t you know the story of any angel, ma’am?” Sarah stepped away, hand lingering against Luca’s chest. Her soft, devilish chest was a greater siren song than that warm voice echoing in her ears. “Once we’re doing shit like this on Earth, we’re considered fallen goods.”
“A fallen angel hasn’t done anything good with her existence.”
“If you don’t consider doing this something good,” she began, walking in the direction of Room #4, “then I don’t know what to tell you. You either want me or you don’t, Luca. No strings attached. Should be a dream for you.” She winked.
Luca followed her.