there wasn’t coldness only coming from the air. Andris began to shut the door, but I extended my arm to stop him, looking up as I did so.
“You going to tell me what is wrong, Andris?”
He looked at me quizzically for a few brief moments, and I swear I saw a flash of warmth in his eyes making the gold flecks more prominent, before they darkened again.
“It’s Sinclaire, Jericho. ”
And he shut the door.
Wow. Okay. So obviously he was in “character” as he referred to both of us by our other names, but it didn’t explain the coldness he was portraying. He seemed to be in a great mood when we were dancing before his uncle pulled him away. Or maybe Link said something to him?
Link.
Even just thinking about his name sent warmth through my chilled body, spreading my need and desire like wildfire rampant through a dry forest. Andris rounded the car and slammed the door before putting it into drive and easing into traffic. The partition that separated the front cab of the car from the back was up, leaving me to sit with my own thoughts. This was a far different cry from the first night we were together, or even no less than a half hour ago when I was wrapped in his arms on the dance floor at the club.
“Put the blindfold on,” he instructed through the speakers of the car, and I reached over to pick up the black silk on the seat next to me and placed it over my eyes. I sat in darkness and silence, the only sounds to be heard were those of cars passing by.
After blackness and silence for what felt like half an hour, the car came to a stop. Andris didn’t get out of the car immediately, but after a few moments I heard the front door open and close and then my own open and the cold air rushed in relentlessly, breaking out a chill on my skin. He grabbed my hand, and I was thankful for the warmth from him, even if it was only from his touch.
I thought about this situation as we rode the elevator up to wherever it was he was taking me. I didn’t think that the circumstances were about money anymore. Yes, in the beginning, I did it for the money, putting a big dent in my debt and allowing me to have stability. Since becoming an escort, I lived comfortably, very different than when I first started out. I still hoarded money, fearful of going back to the place I was in when my parents died and I was left with nothing.
The elevator doors pinged open and Andris led me into the room. The familiar smell of leather hit my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, relishing in the scent as memories flooded my mind. Hands found my shoulders and removed my jacket.
“Is he here?” I asked into the room, not knowing if Andris was still here.
“Yes.”
“Will you still be here?”
“Yes.”
My ears were covered with the noise canceling headphones and a crackle filled my ears before the sound of Andris’s voice came through the speakers.
“Can you hear me, Miss Lane?”
I nodded as I bit down on my lip.
“Link is here. He loves the dress. The way it forms to each curve of your body. The way your nipples pucker beneath the fabric of your bra.”
A warm hand ran down the window of the dress that exposed my breasts. My breathing began to become deeper, and I closed my eyes against the darkness of the blindfold.
“Link requests that you remove the dress.”
I lifted my hands immediately, wanting to please the man who consumed my body with fire. The man, the only other one besides Andris who invaded my thoughts when I had an idle moment.
“Slowly.”
I slowed my pace, smiling on the inside because I knew what was under the dress. Unbuttoning the lace at my neck, I slowly let the dress fall from my shoulders and over my breasts before it came to pool at my waist. Pressing the fabric over my hips, I shimmied it down my thighs before letting the silk rest upon the floor. I faintly thought I heard a small intake of breath and felt pleasure on the inside knowing that Andris could also see what was under my dress. I felt a
“You going to tell me what is wrong, Andris?”
He looked at me quizzically for a few brief moments, and I swear I saw a flash of warmth in his eyes making the gold flecks more prominent, before they darkened again.
“It’s Sinclaire, Jericho. ”
And he shut the door.
Wow. Okay. So obviously he was in “character” as he referred to both of us by our other names, but it didn’t explain the coldness he was portraying. He seemed to be in a great mood when we were dancing before his uncle pulled him away. Or maybe Link said something to him?
Link.
Even just thinking about his name sent warmth through my chilled body, spreading my need and desire like wildfire rampant through a dry forest. Andris rounded the car and slammed the door before putting it into drive and easing into traffic. The partition that separated the front cab of the car from the back was up, leaving me to sit with my own thoughts. This was a far different cry from the first night we were together, or even no less than a half hour ago when I was wrapped in his arms on the dance floor at the club.
“Put the blindfold on,” he instructed through the speakers of the car, and I reached over to pick up the black silk on the seat next to me and placed it over my eyes. I sat in darkness and silence, the only sounds to be heard were those of cars passing by.
After blackness and silence for what felt like half an hour, the car came to a stop. Andris didn’t get out of the car immediately, but after a few moments I heard the front door open and close and then my own open and the cold air rushed in relentlessly, breaking out a chill on my skin. He grabbed my hand, and I was thankful for the warmth from him, even if it was only from his touch.
I thought about this situation as we rode the elevator up to wherever it was he was taking me. I didn’t think that the circumstances were about money anymore. Yes, in the beginning, I did it for the money, putting a big dent in my debt and allowing me to have stability. Since becoming an escort, I lived comfortably, very different than when I first started out. I still hoarded money, fearful of going back to the place I was in when my parents died and I was left with nothing.
The elevator doors pinged open and Andris led me into the room. The familiar smell of leather hit my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, relishing in the scent as memories flooded my mind. Hands found my shoulders and removed my jacket.
“Is he here?” I asked into the room, not knowing if Andris was still here.
“Yes.”
“Will you still be here?”
“Yes.”
My ears were covered with the noise canceling headphones and a crackle filled my ears before the sound of Andris’s voice came through the speakers.
“Can you hear me, Miss Lane?”
I nodded as I bit down on my lip.
“Link is here. He loves the dress. The way it forms to each curve of your body. The way your nipples pucker beneath the fabric of your bra.”
A warm hand ran down the window of the dress that exposed my breasts. My breathing began to become deeper, and I closed my eyes against the darkness of the blindfold.
“Link requests that you remove the dress.”
I lifted my hands immediately, wanting to please the man who consumed my body with fire. The man, the only other one besides Andris who invaded my thoughts when I had an idle moment.
“Slowly.”
I slowed my pace, smiling on the inside because I knew what was under the dress. Unbuttoning the lace at my neck, I slowly let the dress fall from my shoulders and over my breasts before it came to pool at my waist. Pressing the fabric over my hips, I shimmied it down my thighs before letting the silk rest upon the floor. I faintly thought I heard a small intake of breath and felt pleasure on the inside knowing that Andris could also see what was under my dress. I felt a
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