The Arrangement Anthology (14 page)

CHAPTER
12

Miss Black calls me and lets me know that I have a date this evening. I wear my new dress. This time I change in my room. Amber isn’t around. She’s avoiding me, which is kind of nice. I zip my new dress and put my heels in my shoulder bag, since I have to drive my car to Black’s.

When I arrive,
Miss Black
looks me over, approves my dress and then does all the measurements. Lastly, she comments on my
lingerie. I’m wearing a
white cotton set that’s trimmed with embroidery and lace. The bra is no more than a shelf. It barely conceals my nipples. If I lean forward, I’ll fall out of the bra and the dress.

Miss Black says, “The bikini panty is fine for the virgin gig, but when this is over, I want you in a thong or
g-string
. No
exceptions
.” I feel like a bad employee. I nod and don’t say anything. She seems to think that I’ll be staying here for a while
,
even though I told her that I’m not.

“Since the other night didn’t go well, I’m changing protocol with you. Here’s a phone. I will call you if your bracelet goes off
premises.
Mr. Ferro gets no more chances, understood?” I nod and she shoos me. “Get dressed and go to the car, and remember—confidence. Even if you have no idea what he wants or what you’re
doing, act like you do
.”

I walk to the car
that’s
waiting for me at the curb and climb into the backseat. I’ve had more time to think about this, so I’m not as nervous. Last time I was near puking. This time I just have a serious case of butterflies. The car pulls up in front of the same hotel. I’m given the same room number, which surprises me. I wonder if this is his room, if this is where he’s staying while he’s in New York.

Shoulders back, I walk across the lobby to the elevator. I press the button to the penthouse. When the doors open I walk to the end of the hall and knock. Sean pulls the door open. He’s wearing a white button down shirt that’s open at the neck with a tie that’s been undone. The shirt is tucked in at the waist to a pair of tailored slacks. He’s
barefoot. The stubble on his cheeks makes him sexier than he already is. His eyes slip over me and it feels like a caress.

“I told them naked with a bow,
Miss Smith
. Do I
need to call your employer?” Sean
sounds serious, but the smile on his face makes my nerves fade.

I walk past him and into the room. “They said I wasn’t allowed to walk naked through the lobby.”

“And you do
everything
you’re told?”

“Only sometimes.
Maybe.”
I smile. “I’ll try it next time, if you like.”

He laughs to himself and shuts the door. Sean walks across the room and closes a laptop that’s open on the table. He’s been working. There are dark circles under his eyes like he’s under a tremendous amount of stress. I didn’t notice them last night. I walk further into the room and look around. It’s the same as the other night. He must be living here.

Sean crosses the room and grabs a bottle from the bar.
“A drink,
Miss Smith
?”

“No
,
thank you, Mr.
Jones
.
I’m a professional. We don’t drink.”

“You’re not allowed to drink, are you?” he asks.

“I can. It’s not forbidden.” He walks toward me with a predatory look in his eye. It makes my stomach twist.

“Then, why not?”

“I don’t my first time to be when I was too drunk to remember. Call me romantic, but it sounds more appealing to me that way.” I’m nervous. My fingers tug at the fingers on my other hand. I try to stop, but then I just do something else.

Sean’s eyes remain fixed on my cleavage. “You’re very appealing, so is your notion of remembering.” His eyes lift to my face. “Are you expecting to be interrupted this evening?” I shake my head. “Good. Let’s begin where we left off last time. Strip. Throw that beautiful dress on the floor and lay on my bed.”

My heart is pounding. I didn’t think he’d do this. Sean’s acting cold, distant. It’s like I don’t know him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he says evenly. “Do it.” Sean sits down in the chair and watches me.

My heart is pounding so fast that I can’t hide how nervous I am. Maybe I should
have taken that drink. I reach for the zipper and slide it down. I shimmy my shoulders out of the dress and it falls to the floor,
puddling
around my ankles. Sean’s hot gaze drinks in my body. When I turn away to walk over to the bed, he stops me.

“Wait.” I stop. “Come here.” I walk toward him with my heels still on. The bra barely contains me. I stop in front of him.

Sean reaches for me slowly. He places his hands around my back and pulls me closer, and then palms my breasts through the bra. The shock of how he behaves makes me want to cry.
He’s acting like I’m an object.
I don’t
like this, but I can’t stop. Sean
doesn’t get another chance. And if I s
ay no, this is over.

Sean
squeezes
my breasts, but it scares me. It doesn’t feel like I’m here with him. I have a
darker version of the man I lo—

Oh my God
. That’s when I realize it. I love him. I’m here thinking that this job is going to be
something else, but it’s not. Sean
doesn’t have any romantic in
clinations toward me.
I want to yell at him. I want to slap him in the face and ask how he could behave this way, but I can’t.

Sean’
s eyes cut to mine and for a brief second,
I see remorse. It’s there and gone faster than I can blink.
Sean is cold, detached. He points to the bed. “Go lay down, the way you were the other day.” I want him, but I want the guy from the
restaurant
, the guy from the snowball fight, the one who stopp
ed to help me get my car back. For some reason h
e’s shut down and I don’t know how to draw him out. Half way to the bed, I stop and look back at him.

“Do what I tell you,” he says.

Heart pounding, I go to the bed and lay in the spot I was in the other day. He watches me, but doesn’t move from the chair. “Spread your legs.” I do as he says, parting them. My heart thumps wildly in my chest. I don’t know if I can do this. I want Sean. I want to crack that shell. “Now slip your hand down you
r panties and r
ub
, slowly
.”

I glance at him, feeling shame spreading across my face. “Sean, please…”

“When you’ve done that, I’ll come over.” He doe
s
n’t move. The stern expression on his face doesn’t change.

I can leave or stay. I can protest. Or I can do what he wants. Feeling foolish, I do as he asks. I slip my hand between my legs and rub. At first the only thing I feel is complete foolishness, but my body comes to life. I’m too emotionally charged for nothing to happen. Sean watches me from across the room. Slowly, I relax and just think about the sensations shooting through me. When I stop looking for him, Sean’s next to me. I feel his weight on the bed.

S
e
an
breathes in my ear. “May I?” he asks, slipping his hand on top of mine, lowering it to the sensitive flesh between my legs. I nod and go to pull my hand away, but he holds it there. “You stay,” he says as he dips his hand lower and strokes my slick skin. I gasp, surprised at the intensity of the touch. My hips rise up to meet his hand.

My heart is beating so fast, so hard. I feel warm and afraid. I want to relax. I want to be with him, but I’m not his lover. I’m his hooker. Before I realize it, tears are streaking down my cheeks. Sean’s hand gently strokes me, but I don’t look at him. I can’t.

Sean’s
fingers slip inside of me and I jump. He’s been kissing my neck and finally pulls back to look at me. “Avery,” he says, his voice filled with concern. Sean
takes
his hand out of my panties and pulls me to his chest.
Cradling
me in his arms, he asks, “Why are you crying?”

Shaking my head,
I say, “I’m fine. Something got in my eye
.
” Sean nods and takes my wrist, pulling my of
f the bed.
“Where are we going?”

“I want to take a bath with you. Can we do that?” his eyes meet mine, and although I don’t understand, I do as he asks.

Nodding, I say, “Yes, that would be nice.” I press my lips together and manage to stop the tears.

Sean fills the huge tub in the bathroom and invites me in. The room is blush colored marble, with white accents. It’s beautiful. Sean takes my hand and pulls me to him. Wiping the moisture from my cheeks with his hands, he pulls me to him and holds on tight. He whispers in my ear, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” he sighs
and pulls back, looking at me. Smiling
sadl
y before glancing at the tub, Sean
waves his
hand, like I should step in clothed. I nod and step into the warm water. Wh
en I sit back, he takes my hand.

Sean
smiles at me, but I still feel sick. I must look green because he says, “We don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, we do. I have to get over it and just do it. Nothing in my life turned out the way I thought it would. Why would this be any different?” I sound bitter. I can’t hide it.

Sean sits on the edge of the tub and looks down at me. My white panty set is
see
through. When his gaze flicks back to my face, he says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look before you’re ready, but you
’
r
e
beautiful. I couldn’t help myself.”

I manage a weak smile. “You weren’t acting like yourself.” It’s a statement, a fact.

His eyes dart to the side, like he’s ashamed. “I didn’t know how to act.”

“I thought you’ve done this before.”

“I have, it’s just. This is different,” he says, pushing his hands through his hair.

“Why? I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t Avery. Just believe me when I tell you that it’s different. I didn’t know the others. I know you. I like you. It
changes everything.” His voice drops to a whisper and he won’t look at me.

I swallow
hard, and stand in the water.
Water pours off me in sheets as I
stand and
reach around to unhook my bra. The clasp comes undone and I drop it on the bathroom floor at Sean’s feet. He watches me, his eyes darkening by the moment. He looks at my breasts like he wants to lick them. I shimmy out of the wet panties and toss them to him. Sean catches them. A smile flicks across his face.

“A sudden case of exhibitionism, Miss
Smith
?” he can’t seem to pull his gaze up to my face.

I take his hand and pull him to me. His feet are on one side of the tub. I press my naked, wet body against him and drag my fingers through his hair.
I decide that I have to do this all the way or not at all. I’m holding back and so is he. I hope that removing my barrier will cause his to come down as well.

Looking into his eyes, I say,
“Shut up and
kiss
me.”

CHAPTER 13

Any remaining wall that Sean has
up,
crumbles and falls. He presses his body tightly against mine before sweeping his lips over mine. The kiss is gentle at first and then becomes more demanding. His
tongue
sweeps over my lips, demanding that I part
them. When I open my mouth, he dips inside. Sean
kisses me harder and I love it. My
fingers tangle in his hair. The
damp shirt clings to his chiseled chest. I press my breasts harder against him, wishing that I
could feel
his skin against mine. As if he can read my mind, Sean pulls away and strips his shirt off.
When he takes me in his arms again, o
ur bodies are plastered together. My breasts smash against his hard chest. The ache in my nipples feels better when I rub against him. I writhe in his arms,
sliding my body against his. Sean’
s hands trail down my back and cup my butt. He pulls me to him and lifts me out of the water. I wrap my legs
around his waist and he carries me to the bed.

Looking into my eyes, he lays me back. “Tell me when to stop. I want you to like this, too.”

I nod. My entire body is hypersensitive and craving his touch. As soon as his chest slips against me, I want his hands in places hands shouldn’t go. My legs fall apart and Sean slips his fingers between them. He str
okes me gently as he kisses me, finally slipping his finger inside of me. I push my hips into his hand, wanting more.

Sean pulls away, smiling and says, “Easy. Go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I nod and lock eyes with him. I don’t feel scared anymore. I just want him. I want to show him how he makes me feel when he looks at me with those sad eyes. I want to make him smile and I don’t want it to stop. Taking his face between my hands, I pull him back down to my mouth. His hand slips between my thighs again and he presses inside me.

“Slowly,” he says, pushing harde
r until I feel something pinch.
I make a noise. It hurt a little, but I’m so turned on that I barely
felt it. Sean stills his hand. “Are you all right?”

I nod and wiggle my hips against his hand. “Please,” is the only coherent thought I
have.
My hips rock into his hand over and over again. A steady heat is building inside of me. If I don’t have him inside me soon, I’ll scream. Sean watches my body move as his hand turns me wanton. I manage to open my eyes and beg again, “Please.”

It’s like something inside him snaps. Sean moves and his hand is gone. I gasp, wanting it back. In a second, Sean is naked and on top of me. He strokes my hair
away
f
rom
my face and looks into my eyes. I feel his hard length pressing against my stomach. I want him between my legs. My mind is all lust. I tilt my hips against him, pressing into his leg.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.

I nod and suddenly feel like talking. I clutch at him, trying
to pull him to me. “Please, Sean… please,
”
I say, followed by a swarm of verbalized dirty wishes.
I can’t shut up. I know I’d never say anything like the stuff that’s coming out of my mouth. I say dirtier things, things I didn’t think I’d
ever want before Sean placates me. His knee pushes my legs apart and he settles on top of me. One hand is on either side of my head, holding him up. I look at his spectacular body and have the impulse to lick it.

Sean says, “You’re beautiful.” I feel his dick between my legs. It rubs against me, making me crazy. I wrap my legs around his hips and push into him. He slides inside of me and I gasp. Sean stills as I get used to the feeling. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “Yes.” Looking into his eyes, I
put my hands on his ass and begin to rock. I do whatever my body tells me to, and right now it wants him deeper. I rock against him, wiggling my hips slowly, allowing the delicious sensations to overtake me completely. I have no idea who I am or what’s happened to me. I forget all the pain that plagues my soul on a daily basis and lose myself in him.

Sean lowers his body on top
of mine and begins to push in, then
pulls out slowly
,
and pushes in again. The movement is so charged that I can’t take it. I dig my nails into his back and rock violently against him.
Sean pushes into me harder and faster. The feeling inside of my core grows hotter and wetter, finally exploding
,
sending surges through me. I cry out as I come, my nails clawing his back. Sean keeps rocking into me, drawing out the feeling. Every part of my body is sensitive. I feel everything. There’s a throbbing inside of me. It grabs hold of his hard dick and fills me with happiness. A moment later, I feel him throbbing inside me. Innocently, I ask, “Did you come?”

He nods. “Did I hurt you?
I wasn’t going to, not this time,
but oh my god—you’re so sexy. I couldn’t help myself.”

I smile at him and push the dark hair away from his eyes. “I liked it.”

“I’m glad.” Sean pulls out of me
slowly and I moan.
I reach for him with a smile on my face.
“Come back.”

He smiles at me and kisses me on the forehead. “I’m not done with you, yet. I’m going to get you Advil and warm up that bath water. Are you up for a little sex in the water?”

“That sounds perfect.” I lay naked on the bed when he goes to get me a pain killer.
I take it and drink the bottle of water he hands me.

When Sean comes back, he walks toward me completely naked. This is the first time I’ve gotten to really look at him. His body is ripped, with perfectly sculpted muscles in his legs, arms, and
chest. And his abs, oh my God, t
hey’re so tight
, so perfect. T
he compulsion to lick them shoots through me again. My eyes drift lower, and I don’t conceal my lust. I stare at his
erection
as he walks toward me, and press my thighs together hard to try and control myself.

“What’s that look?” S
e
an
asks, stopping before me. I’m l
ying on my back
,
on the bed with the sheets immodestly draped across my body. My hair is fanned around my face in long dark curls. His eyes slip over me and that warm feeling returns.

I smile lazily. It feels like I’m floating on a cloud. “I feel fluffy, like I could float away.”

“You’re happy, then?”

I
nod,
still smiling like nothing could pull me
down
from this high. Before I can say another word, Sean scoops me up in his arms. I don’t expect it, so I yelp and giggle
until I’m secure against his chest. His skin is so warm and smooth.

I press the spot along his shoulder, tracing my finger over his muscle as he walks me to the tub. “I want to run my
tongue
over this spot.”

That
makes him smile. Sean glances down at me in his arms. He steps into the marble bathroom and stops. He doesn’t put my down. Looking into my eyes, he asks, “Is there anywhere else
that
little
tongue
of yours wants to go.”

A mad blush turns my cheeks red. I don’t know where it came from or why it happened. I bury my face in his shoulder, trying to hide. He laughs, “
Apparently, so.”

He steps
over the side of the massive tub with me in his arms. I cling to
Sean
, hoping that he’s more surefooted then me. I would have slipped. Sean plants both feet in the bottom of the tub and lowers me into the water, before sitting down
himself
. The tub is large enough to be a small pool. If I lay down, I could float and still have room before bumping into the walls. Sean sits opposite me and presses the button for the
jet
s
. He takes my hand with the bracelet and lowers it into the water.

“When I first saw you running down the side of the road, chasing your car, I never dreamed I’d end up doing this with you.” His eyes are hungry again, like he can’t get enough of me. “What did you think of me?”

I look at the froth on top of the water and say, “I thought you were hot and that I didn’t have time for things like this. If someone told me that I’d be in bed with you tonight, I would have laughed my head off.”

The thing is
,
I don’t feel like laughing. I’m a call girl. This isn’t real. This isn’t what I wanted. I did what I had to do and was lucky enough to get him for a client.