by M. S. Parker
Adelle's eyes flicked down to her phone and then back to me. “No, everything's fine.” She sat down across from me and put the plate of delicious-smelling rolls between us. Her smile was tight and it didn't reflect in her eyes. Something was up.
“What's going on?” My eyes narrowed. My trust in Adelle was thin at the moment, so maybe I was reading too much into this, but I didn't think so.
“Nothing,” Adelle said too quickly.
I grabbed her phone, ignoring her protest. If I spoiled some surprise Cade was going to give me, I'd feel bad, but at least I'd know Adelle had been telling the truth. The way she couldn't look at me as I went to her voicemail made me think, however, that I was right. I put it on speaker so she could hear it too.
“Adelle.” Cade's voice was smooth. “I'm just calling to confirm our session for tomorrow night. If there's anything specific you want to use, please bring it with you.”
One look at my best friend's face told me I hadn't misunderstood the message at all. I understood it perfectly. She was still fucking Cade.
Chapter 10
Cade
I looked down at my phone as I ended the call. It was second nature to me now to leave messages like that, reminding clients of sessions, letting them know to bring toys or whatever specific things they wanted to use. I put my phone in my pocket and walked over to the window. I looked out at the city, remembering when the view I'd seen hadn't been so nice. At twenty-seven, I had an expensive condo in one of the nicest neighborhoods in all of Chicago, but I'd only lived here for a couple of years. And the road to get here hadn't been an easy one.
I could still remember the first time I'd booked a client on my own. How nervous I'd been taking that leap. It hadn't been my first time doing what I did, but it had been the first time I'd been the one in charge.
Heather Benedict.
I still remembered her name, everything about her really, down to her peach-colored toenails.
I'd spent nearly a year planning how I was going to break away from the situation I'd been in, how I was going to branch out on my own. I'd saved money, set up a budget and carefully planned everything possible. The one thing I hadn't been able to plan, however, had been client response. If I hadn't been able to find clients on my own, the entire thing would've crashed and burned. And it hadn't been just finding any woman. I'd needed ones I found attractive who'd be willing to pay a fairly steep price. My starting prices had been much lower than they were now, but they'd still been expensive for someone without any backing.
I'd gone into the Ritz-Carlton hotel bar, convinced I'd get thrown out before I could get a seat, and I'd waited there, scouting potential clients. When I'd seen Heather, she'd been sitting by herself, her shoulders hunched as she nursed her drink. I'd approached her, struck up a conversation, and then offered my services. For the first few seconds after I'd said the words, I'd been terrified that she'd laugh or call for security. Instead, she'd slipped a hotel key card into my hand and had told me to wait ten minutes before following.
Looking back, I could see how unsure I'd been, hiding it all behind swagger. I'd spent three hours with her, using everything I'd learned over the previous four years to make her scream, and she'd paid me everything I'd asked. Plus a bit of a bonus. As I'd left her hotel room, I'd felt none of the guilt or disgust that I'd felt before when I'd been with a client. Instead, I'd felt a new kind of freedom, the kind that had come with knowing that I'd regained control of my life. From that moment on, I'd been in charge and I'd never looked back.
I fucked who I wanted to fuck, and I got paid an obscene amount of money to do it. I never had to go through the hassle of dating or even working to get a woman in bed. Instead, they came to me and paid for my time. I never lacked for sex, and I never had to deal with the emotional shit storm that inevitably came from relationships.
I loved my life.
My phone vibrated against my leg. I frowned as I looked down at the screen. Catherine. One of my repeats who I'd had to cut off a few days ago. She'd been getting clingy, talking about leaving her husband for me. I didn't want to talk to her, but I knew her type. If I didn't answer, she'd keep calling.
This was exactly why I made it clear to every client that an emotional attachment meant the end of our business transactions. That was my number one rule. No one fell in love.
To be continued in Casual Encounter Vol. 3, which will be included as a free bonus in Blindfold Vol. 3. The complete Box Set of Casual Encounter is now on sale and FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
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About The Authors
MS Parker
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
Cassie Wild
Cassie Wild loves romance. Every since she was eight years old she’s been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels.
When MS Parker approached her in the spring about co-authoring the Serving HIM series, it didn’t take Cassie many seconds to say a big yes, and the rest is history.