Sterling
Big D!ck Escort Service
Willow Summers
Copyright 2017 by Willow Summers
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All rights reserved. The people, places and situations contained in this book are figments of the author’s imagination and in no way reflect real or true events.
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Website: www.WillowSummers.com
Email: [email protected]
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Contents
Sterling
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Try Yes, Please
Also by Willow Summers
About the Author
Sterling
Welcome to Big D!ck Escort Service.
If you need a date, we’ve got you.
If you need wining and dining, we’ve got you.
If you need a night you’ll never forget— buckle-up buttercup, because that’s our specialty.
We’ll give you what you need, as hard as you need it.
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CODE NAME: STERLING
What are you looking for?
To be treated like a princess? Or a queen?
They call me Sterling because I make women feel like royalty. I give ladies a taste of the good life.
But all that has to be put on hold when I go visit family for the holidays. My dad would pitch a fit if he knew what I did for a living. Especially considering what I gave up.
One thing I didn’t expect: to meet the girl from down the street, all grown up. She’s a knock-out with a wild streak a mile wide. I can’t get enough.
The only problem is, she doesn’t know what I do. And if she finds out? She might torch my house knowing I deceived her.
I have to find a way to keep her in my life.
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NOT-EVEN-REMOTELY-THE-CLIENT: CYNTHIA
I’m trapped.
I’m stuck living with my parents for the holidays, all because I dumped my boyfriend, which also happened to be my boss.
Well…my ex-boss, now. And my ex-house-mate.
I need to get a new job, but no one is hiring until after the new year. I’m trapped in this boring town with a bunch of fuddy-duddy rich people and my crazy great-aunt, Bessie.
It’s a complete shock when I run into Noah from down the street, Mr. Popular Hot Guy from high school. He’s as gorgeous as he always was, and logic says, every bit the playboy.
So why can’t I stay away from him? Why can’t I learn from the rumors of the past and keep him at a distance?
I don’t know, but the more I know about him, the more I’m hooked. And the more I get the feeling he has haunts from his past that he’s not telling me.
One
Something hit the side of Noah’s head. He jerked and looked in the direction of the projectile, catching sight of a grape rolling away across the polished wood floor. Janie, a dirty blond jokester with a penchant for violence, stared innocently at the TV on the wall. Her boyfriend, Dave, sat beside her, a lump of muscle sagging against the cushions of the couch. Neither of them glanced his way.
The bowl of grapes they’d been snacking on was nowhere to be seen.
Noah rolled his eyes and redirected his attention to the TV. Not a minute later, he caught movement from the corner of his eye and another grape missile smacked his head, hitting much harder than the first.
He swung his scowl back in their direction; their eyes were glued to the TV. Janie’s lips threatened a smile. The second grape rolled away across the floor.
“How dumb do you think I am?” Noah asked.
“Very,” Janie said without looking over. “I think you are very dumb.”
“Takes one to know one,” Dave said.
“He’s supposed to say that,” Janie muttered at Dave.
“He’s slow with excellent comebacks. I have to help him.” Dave retrieved a grape from the bowl concealed between him and Janie and popped it into his mouth. As if realizing he’d just incriminated himself, he froze and glanced Noah’s way.
“I saw you throw it,” Noah said, pushing himself out of the chair and standing. “You two are about as subtle as a tornado.”
“Ooh. Tornado. That’s a good Big Dick name,” Janie said absently, eating a grape.
Janie was talking about the company that everyone but Noah had abandoned, Big Dick Escort Service. Five guys had started it together, with admin help from their gym owner friend. One of the five had ducked out early, and one by one, the others had met girls and left. Noah was the last man standing.
He would be lying if he said he wasn’t getting a little tired of the random hookups, let alone the idle chitchat that seemed the same with each girl he met, but he wouldn’t be lying if he said the money was excellent. His prices were absurd, but women were still lining up. He was in no hurry to let that ship sail, as embarrassing as it was to be an escort.
“Are you guys going to stick around for a while?” Noah asked as he retrieved the grapes from the ground.
Janie stuck out her hand for them.
“They’re dirty,” he said, holding on to them.
She looked his way, then at the floor. “Colton keeps this place immaculate, and if he slips, Ethan cleans. Those grapes are fine.”
Noah chuckled and handed off the grapes, because Janie was right. Colton was really good about maintaining the tidiness of his house, where they all seemed to congregate out of boredom. And Ethan…well, his hyper-organizational issues were even more powerful than his laziness—something that came in handy when everyone else was too indifferent to clean up.
“Colton’s on site, but he’ll be back soon. He’s going to lead us through his plan to release his playground into the wild,” Dave said, his fingers making a thunk as they hit the bottom of the bowl. Noah had asked about Colton’s whereabouts when he’d walked in earlier, but he’d been shushed, then ignored in favor of the TV. Dave looked down in confusion, realized the bowl was empty, and held out a hand for Janie to share one of the last two—dirty—grapes.
Janie shoved them both into her mouth.
“Stingy,” Dave muttered, grabbing the bowl and rising. He headed out of the room, and Noah followed him. “He wants to know what we all think. So Janie and I are planning to hang out here until everyone else comes over. She needs a break from painting, and I need a break from…absolutely nothing.”
Calling it a playground was just a joke to make Colton crazy. It was actually a state-of-the-art mini-golf course with batting cages, bumper boats, go-karts, and a sweet arcade. Noah had visited the construction site a couple months ago as things were starting to come together. The bare bones looked pretty awesome.
Noah led Dave into the kitchen and stopped at the island. He looked around. “I feel like I should have something better to do on a Friday night than hanging out in a house when the owner isn’t home. Normal people would probably think that was weird, come to think of it. Especially since I have my own home…”<
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“We’re house sitting. That’s not weird—”
“It is when it’s for a mere three hours.”
“—and you probably should have something better to do, but unless it’s dazzling a lady, what would it possibly be?” Dave took out some cheese and salami.
Noah rapped on the granite of the island. Dave had a point. It wasn’t like Noah could date for real. What would he tell the woman he did for a profession? Telling a chick that you screwed other chicks for money would end the night pretty quickly. Girls didn’t have a sense of humor or understanding where that stuff was concerned. And sure, he could just not mention it, but that would feel a lot like lying.
“I need some single friends,” Noah finally said.
“What would you do differently with single friends?”
“Not stand around looking like a seventh wheel while you all make googly eyes at each other?”
“Maybe you wouldn’t be a seventh wheel, but you’d still be standing around with that stupid look on your face.”
“Super.”
“Hey,” Colton said, stalking into the kitchen with a laptop under one arm and a binder in the other. “What’s up?”
“Welcome home. We’re still here. Noah was just bitching about not having a woman,” Dave said, cutting into the cheese.
“Nope. I wasn’t—”
“It’s that stupid look you always have on your face,” Colton said distractedly.
Dave burst out laughing.
“You guys should take that comedy show on the road,” Noah said dryly.
Colton grinned. Clearly he’d heard part of the conversation while he was walking in. He set the laptop down on the island, then did the same with the binder. “What time is it?” he asked.
Noah pulled out his phone as Dave glanced up at the oven clock, which was never the right time, something Dave never seemed to remember.
“Six o’clock?” Dave said in confusion, turning so he could see the light through the window.
“Four-oh-four,” Noah said, dropping his phone back into his pocket. Dave glanced back at the oven, as if in accusation.
Colton nodded as he flipped open his computer. “I’m not ready for the grand opening.”
“You’re plenty ready.” Noah glanced at the screen, seeing the computer model Colton had been working on forever.
“I don’t feel at all ready.” He scratched his head. “Is Janie still up for doing the painting stuff? Because we’re ready for it.”
“Yep.” Dave popped a cube of cheese into his mouth. “The mock-up designs for the murals are in your art room upstairs, remember?”
“Oh yeah,” Colton mumbled, shaking his head.
“Dude, you just gotta relax.” Dave slapped his hands onto Colton’s shoulders and roughly shook and massaged at the same time. “You need to have faith.”
“When is the grand opening?” Noah asked. The date had already been pushed back because of some vendor issue or other. It seemed that the closer it got to being ready, the more things went wrong.
“End of January.” Colton flipped open the binder to a picture of the front. A large sign arched over the entrance to the parking lot. Off to the right, the mini-golf course’s miniature buildings rose into the air. “In probably the coldest part of the year. I can’t wait any longer, though. I need to start making money.”
“This is California,” Noah said. “It doesn’t get that cold. It’ll be fine.”
“The arcade is inside,” Dave reasoned. “And that place will be a draw all its own.”
“The batting cages are mostly covered. I think someone without sense would try those out regardless of rain or cold,” Noah said.
“Kids don’t have sense,” Dave said. “You’re all set.”
“Yeah.” Colton sighed and straightened up. “Well, we’ll see what the girls have to say. I’ll be interested to get Kaylee’s view on it.”
Kaylee was Ethan’s girlfriend of a few months and a rock star in all things related to operations. The tips and fixes she’d given Colton so far had seemed to make a big difference.
“Cool. Well, I’m just going to…” Noah paused, searching for something he could do for a few hours while waiting for the girls to get off work and arrive at Colton’s. He came up blank. “…watch more TV, I guess. When did my life get so boring?”
“Hey!” Colton shifted his whole body toward Noah. Being that Colton was a large dude with a lot of power behind his movements, it was a sudden reaction that had Noah ready to throw a punch. He could thank his childhood boxing gym for that. “Did you say you were coming for Thanksgiving?”
Noah released his breath and let his muscles relax. “You’re really worked up, bro. You need to dial it back.”
Colton frowned at him. “I asked a simple question.”
Dave started laughing. “The question was simple, that is true. Why are you so jumpy, Noah? An unhinged dude stacked with muscle suddenly turns toward you, and you panic?” Dave tsked and shook his head. “Better check those hair-trigger reactions, son.”
Colton turned his frown on Dave.
“I am not coming for Thanksgiving, no,” Noah said. “I’m headed to my parents’ next week. Should I write that down for you? This is the third time you’ve asked.”
“Does it look like I give a shit about Thanksgiving with this looming over my head?” Colton gestured down at the binder.
“Then why bring it up, pray tell?” Dave asked.
Colton crossed to the fridge and pulled out a beer. “Location change. My sister is going to host it.”
Noah sagged. Colton’s sister was good people, her kids were cute, their house was warm and inviting, and most importantly, Owen, Colton’s brother-in-law, was an executive chef at a five-star restaurant. He was magic in the kitchen.
“Why wasn’t this mentioned before I gave in to my mother,” Noah muttered.
“Oh, shut up. As if you ever say no to your mom.” Dave rolled his eyes.
It was true. Noah never did have the heart to turn down his mother when she asked for something. Except…Owen was cooking. If there was ever a good reason to decline an invite, that was it.
“I’ll text you updates about how good the food is.” Dave gave Noah a smug smile. “Maybe I’ll even send you pictures of myself enjoying it.”
“You’re going?” Colton asked Dave.
“Bro.” Dave stared at Colton. “You’re having some serious memory problems right now, and this is one thing you cannot get wrong. You’d better text Martha this second to tell her that Janie and I are coming.”
Martha was Colton’s mother, and mostly unbearable. Sweet lady, but opinionated and in everyone’s business at all times. But again…Owen was hosting. Martha was a small price to pay for that.
“Whatever. It’s a potluck, anyway. My mom is working out the details.” Colton went back to the binder, his perpetual worried look sliding back into place, and a smile worked up Noah’s face.
“Suck it,” Noah said to Dave, heading to the fridge for a beer. “At my mom’s, I won’t have to help with anything, make anything, get anything for myself, or even do my own laundry. If Owen isn’t in charge of the menu, I win.”
Dave thought for a moment before nodding decisively. “Noah, on second thought, I’m coming with you. Tell your mom to make up an extra room.”
“What about Janie?” Noah asked, laughing.
“Asking for two extra plates might get a negative answer. I don’t want to take my chances. Janie’ll be fine. She can fend for herself.”
Noah popped his bottle, still chuckling. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”
“When are you leaving?” Colton said.
“Monday. I’ll be there the whole week.” Noah took a seat at the island.
“Jesus. I can’t believe Thanksgiving is next week. I am not ready.” Colton ran his fingers through his hair.
Dave looked at the ceiling, a silent comment on Colton’s latest freak-out. The guy was usually calm and co
llected. It wasn’t like him to be this manic. Then again, he had a lot of money invested in his new enterprise. He needed it to kick off well.
None of that was Noah’s issue, though. No, Noah’s issue was his fast-approaching visit with his family. He’d have to dodge questions about what he did for a living, what he saw for his future, and how he had enough money for an expensive car, a luxurious house, and a rock-star stock portfolio. His dad was good at sniffing out bullshit. It was why Noah didn’t go home often. He was terrified that his father would find out his secret and make a laughingstock of him. His family was full of powerful people who made good earnings the old-fashioned way. In offices. Hospitals. Courtrooms.
Noah blew out a breath. Was it too late to cancel?
Two
“Charlotte, dear, grab me out the butter, would you?”
Cynthia looked around the spacious kitchen in confusion. Her great-aunt Bessie sat in her wheelchair near the round table in the corner, staring in Cynthia’s direction. Large-rimmed black glasses perched low on her wide nose, the lenses as thick as Coke bottles. Aunt Bessie needed help getting ready, and Cynthia could tell her mother was the one who’d pulled the old woman’s wispy gray hair into a tight bun.
It was widely known that Bessie hated buns. It was just as widely known that Tamie, Cynthia’s mom, didn’t care. If Cynthia’s mom wasn’t allowed to have the local stylist cut Aunt Bessie’s hair into what Tamie deemed a “presentable style,” Aunt Bessie would get a bun every morning.
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