by Sandi Lynn
“Maybe you’re right. But I’ve never revealed myself to any of my clients. It’s too risky. I have Stella to think about.”
“Like I said, he already saw you. So there’s nothing to reveal. Consider it a date as Brielle Winters, not Emmy Pine. Take his money, run, and don’t look back. You are in control and you decide whether or not you want to see him again. That’s if he even wanted to book you for a second time.”
I furrowed my brows at her.
“I guess you’re right. He already knows what I look like.”
“THIRTY. THOUSAND. DOLLARS.” She leaned across the table. “One night. That’s it.”
As we were talking and I was cleaning up the kitchen, my business phone dinged and there was a text message from Caden.
“Have you decided yet?”
“Yes. I’ll come as my natural self for thirty thousand like you offered.”
“Excellent. I want you to go to Bergdorf’s this afternoon and meet with a woman named Lila. She has some dresses for you to choose from for tonight. Dresses that I handpicked. She’s expecting you.”
“I have dresses at home I can choose from.”
“Like I said, she’s expecting you. I’ll meet you at the Chatwal Hotel promptly at six thirty. The penthouse suite is on the top floor, P2.”
“I’ll be there, Mr. Chamberlain.”
“Looking forward to it. Again, it’s Caden.”
Chapter 8
Brielle
After taking Stella to the park for a couple of hours, I dropped her off with my mom and headed to Bergdorf’s. When I arrived, I asked for Lila. After waiting a few moments, a tall, lanky, dark-haired woman approached me.
“You must be Emmy.” She smiled as she held out her perfectly manicured hand. “I’m Lila.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Lila.”
“You as well. Follow me and I’ll take you over to the fitting room where your dresses are hanging.”
When I walked into the fitting room, I saw three dresses hanging on the hooks. One was red, one black, and the other a champagne color.
“Mr. Chamberlain specifically picked these three out for you. Try on whichever one you want first and we’ll go from there.” She smiled. “I’ll be right out there waiting.”
I rolled my eyes as she left the room and stripped out of my clothes. The first dress I tried on was the red one. It was an off the shoulder mermaid gown by designer Zac Posen. Before I slipped into it, I glanced at the price tag: $4,990. Good lord. I’d never worn a dress this expensive. I put it on and walked out of the room to show Lila.
“Beautiful. Simply beautiful. What do you think?” she asked.
“I like it. It’s a perfect fit.”
“I like it too. If you didn’t notice, it also has an extended back train. Go try on another one.”
The second dress I tried was a champagne-colored, Samar-beaded glitter tulle gown with a plunging neckline by designer Jenny Packman. This dress was a little cheaper priced at $3,990. I walked out of the room and stepped in front of the three-way mirror.
“That’s lovely, but I feel the red dress was more you,” Lila spoke.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking. I’ll go try on the last one.”
I pulled the embroidered-tulle, V-neck mermaid gown by designer Monique Lhuillier from the hanger and slipped into it. This was the one. I stepped in front of the three-way mirror and Lila walked over to me.
“Oh my. Simply gorgeous,” she spoke. “What do you think?”
“I think this is perfect for the evening.”
“I agree.” She grinned. “Go change into your clothes and we’ll head over to the shoe department. I have the most perfect Jimmy Choo shoes that will be stunning with that dress.”
After changing and trying on the Jimmy Choo stiletto black heels with the peep toe, she placed the dress in a garment bag, the box of shoes in a department store bag and handed them to me.
“Have a wonderful evening. You’re a very lucky woman to be in the presence of Caden Chamberlain.” She smiled.
I forced a smile and thanked her.
“By the way, should I return these tomorrow?”
“No. No, darling. They’re yours to keep. Mr. Chamberlain purchased those for you.”
“Oh. Okay. Thank you.”
I texted Ben and told him I was done and, on my way out of the store. When I walked out the large glass doors, he was standing there waiting for me.
“Looks like you did well,” he said as he grabbed my bags.
“That’s ten thousand dollars’ worth of stuff you’re holding.” I smiled. “Apparently, Mr. Chamberlain wants me to stand out amongst all the other women tonight.”
“Considering what he’s paying you, you should.” He smirked as he opened the car door for me.
Caden
I tucked in my shirt, put on my cufflinks, dabbed on some of my Armani cologne, and put on my black tuxedo coat. Standing in front of the mirror, I made sure my bowtie was straight. Walking over to the safe in my closet, I opened it, removed thirty thousand dollars in cash, and tucked it into my bag. Heading down to the lobby, I climbed in the back of my limo and had my driver, Charles, take me to the Chatwal Hotel. When I arrived, I was promptly greeted by the concierge and handed my keycard. Stepping inside the suite, I set my bag in the bedroom and then walked over to the bar, where a bottle of bourbon was waiting for me.
Finally. I had waited for this night all week. My desire to fuck Emmy Pine grew deeper every day. It was all I thought about and it was all I wanted. One night with her was all I needed. I wasn’t a patient person and the anticipation of discovering what was underneath her clothes was killing me. I called down to the bar and had them bring up a gin martini, neat with a twist of lemon. She’d be here in a few minutes and I was sure she’d want a drink before heading down to the event.
Brielle
I climbed into the car and took in a deep breath. This reminded me of the first time I saw a client. I grew out of my nervousness over the years because I was always in control. But somehow, I didn’t feel in control of tonight and I wasn’t sure why.
Ben pulled up to the Chatwal Hotel, opened the door for me, and helped me out.
“You look beautiful, Brielle. Have fun tonight.”
“Thanks, Ben. I’ll try.”
“If you need me, just call. I can be here in a flash.”
“I will, but I don’t think it’ll be necessary.”
I walked through the opened door of the hotel, where I was greeted by the doorman with a nod and a smile.
“Good evening, Miss. I hope you enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you. I’m sure I will.”
“May I help you?” A tall man with a cheery smile approached me.
“I’m meeting Mr. Chamberlain in his suite.”
“Very good. Just take the elevator up to the top floor.”
I gave him a smile and he pushed the button to the elevator for me. Once the doors opened, I stepped inside and nervously took it up to the top floor. Once I approached his room, I lightly knocked on the door. When it opened, Caden handsomely stood there, his eyes raking over me as the corners of his mouth curved upwards.
“You look absolutely stunning,” he spoke as he held out his hand.
“Thank you.” I placed my hand in his and stepped inside. “This is really nice.” I looked around. “I’m going to place my bag in the bedroom.”
“Of course,” he spoke.
After setting my bag down, I walked out into the living area, where he was waiting for me with a glass in his hand.
“I had the bar make this for you.” He smiled as he handed it to me. “Just how you like it.”
“I appreciate that. Thank you.”
This was definitely a change for me. I was always the one offering my clients drinks. Not the other way around. I took a sip to try and ease the nervousness that was inside me. A nervousness that shouldn’t have been there.
“Your eyes are blue. An incr
edibly beautiful shade of blue. Don’t get me wrong, they were beautiful green, but I think blue suits you best. By the way, I was secretly hoping you’d pick that dress. It looks beautiful on you.”
“Thank you, Caden. And thanks for the dress and the shoes.”
“You’re welcome. I have a question for you. Do you tell people what you do for work? I’m suspecting you don’t, considering you disguise yourself.”
“As far as anyone outside my very small circle is concerned, I’m a freelance marketing consultant.”
“Excellent. So if anyone asks, we met through my company. If you’re ready, we should head downstairs.” He held out his arm.
I hooked my arm around his and we went to the ballroom where the event was being held. It was a fundraising event for a new wing at Mount Sinai Hospital. When we walked in, all eyes turned to us as if we were royalty. Men smiled and nodded at Caden as the women stared me up and down.
Chapter 9
Brielle
“Caden, how are you?” A man approached, and I froze.
He was a client of mine that I hadn’t seen in about a year. The nervousness in my belly intensified as I feared he would recognize me.
“Jim. It’s good to see you. I’m good. How about yourself?” They shook hands.
“I’m good. Couldn’t be better, in fact. You heard that Dee and I divorced?”
“I did, and I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. That money-sucking bitch was worth every penny I paid her to get out of my life.” He smiled. “And who is this beautiful woman on your arm?”
“Hi.” I smiled as I held out my hand. “I’m Delilah Winters and I’m a marketing consultant for Mr. Chamberlain’s company.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Delilah.”
When I gave my fake name, Caden glanced over at me with a narrowed eye.
“If you’ll excuse us, Jim, we’re going to go find some drinks,” Caden spoke as he patted his shoulder.
“Of course. We’ll talk later.”
“What was with the fake name?” he asked.
“He’s a client of mine. Except I haven’t seen him in a about a year.”
“And he didn’t recognize you. So is Delilah your real name, then? Because I know damn well Emmy Pine isn’t.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Someone who disguises themselves for their job goes to great lengths to protect their identity and they wouldn’t be foolish enough to use their real name.”
“You’re very observant, Mr. Chamberlain. Why are we here? Does your company donate to the local hospitals?”
“My father is on the board at Mount Sinai, and since he’s in Europe, I step in when needed.”
“Why is he in Europe?”
“He oversees our offices there while I tend to business here in the states.”
“I see. So you run that big multi-billion-dollar company all by yourself?” I smiled.
“I have an excellent staff that helps. My brother was supposed to be in charge, but since he decided to leave the company and open his own restaurant, I was next in line.”
“Why would he leave the company?”
“Because his passion is food. My passion is being in charge and running a multi-billion-dollar company. Just like your passion is providing sex to strangers for money.”
“Believe me, it is not my passion. I do it for the money. And not every man that hires me wants sex. Sometimes all they want is to go to dinner and talk.”
“Foolish men, as far as I’m concerned. There would be no way I could just take you to dinner and talk.” He smirked.
“No. You’re just foolish for paying thirty thousand dollars for one night with me,” I spoke with an arch in my brow.
“Touché, Emmy.”
We had dinner, mingled with some guests, and then it was time to go back to the suite. Over the course of the night, I only saw three people who were clients of mine. One that I was just with two weeks ago. He was with his wife and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. If she only knew what her husband was up to in the afternoon when he was supposed to be at the office.
Caden and I stepped into the suite and I set my purse down on the table in the entranceway. He pushed a button on the wall and the curtains began to slowly close throughout the room. Walking over to me, he ran his finger down my cleavage.
“I know you’re probably used to being in control, but tonight, I’m in control. Understand?”
“If you say so. It’s your money.” I smiled.
He leaned in and softly brushed his lips against mine as his hand slipped inside my dress and he cupped my bare breast.
“I will be the best you’ve ever had. That I can promise you,” he softly spoke.
After our lips tangled for a moment, he broke our kiss, unzipped my dress, and watched as it fell to the ground. He took a step back and studied every inch of my body.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
I stepped out of my dress and did as he asked, standing there in my black heels and black string panties embellished with rhinestones. I heard the intake of his sharp breath.
Chapter 10
Caden
My cock hardened at a rapid speed. She was perfect. Her hourglass shape was to die for with abs that were tightly toned and visible. Her ass was tight and round. Not too small and not too big. I turned her around and stared at her natural C cup breasts that were perky with taut nipples that were begging to be plucked. My eyes made their way down to her pussy as my fingers delicately made their way up her inner thigh until they reached her slick opening. She was already soaking wet and I’d barely touched her.
I pulled away, took a step back, and told her to go into the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed. As I watched her walk away in just her black heels and sexy panties, I took off my jacket and bowtie, unbuttoned my shirt, and threw it on the floor before making it into the bedroom. She sat there on the bed in front of me, feet planted on the ground as I took off the rest of my clothes. The only thing I could think about at the moment was her beautiful lips wrapped around my hard cock. I stood in front of her as the corners of her mouth curved upwards. I didn’t even have to tell her what to do as she wrapped her fingers around me, and with a firm grip, gave my cock a few tugs. Her tongue lightly swept across me and I gasped, almost losing my breath when she took me completely in her mouth. My god, I had never felt so good. As astounding as her mouth felt, I needed to stop her because I was about to lose all control.
I pulled away from her and she looked up at me with those incredible blue eyes.
“That was fantastic, but I told you I was in control tonight,” I spoke as I got down on my knees in front of her.
“Then by all means, take control.” She smirked and I nearly lost it.
My hands fondled her breasts as she lay back on the bed while my tongue swept up her inner thigh. She let out a pleasurable moan as my mouth devoured her. With each flick of my tongue, her sounds became louder. I took my time and explored every inch of her. She was delectable and tasted sweet, just like I fantasized she would. Different positions soared through my head. Little did she know this wasn’t going to be the only time we’d have sex. I was going to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. I would make sure I got my thirty-thousand-dollars’ worth.
As soon as an orgasm tore through her, I stood up and stared down at her.
“Are you on birth control?” I asked.
“Yes. Why?”
“I know you’re clean because, in your line of work, I’m sure you get tested frequently.”
“I am clean, and I do get tested, but I don’t ever let a man not use a condom, if that’s what you’re saying.”
“I’m clean too and I have the doctor’s report to prove it in my bag. I always use a condom, but with you, I don’t want to. I’m paying for this and I want to feel you naturally with no barrier between us.”
Brielle
His voice was more commanding than simply asking. If the men I wa
s with refused to use a condom, then I walked. It clearly stated in the terms of agreement that a condom must be used. Caden knew that. He read it, and yet, he stood in front of me demanding not to use one. I believed him about being clean. A man like him would never compromise his sexual health. But then again, he did hire an escort for the night. He trusted that I was clean, and somehow, I found myself trusting him.
“Okay. No condom,” I softly spoke.
The corners of his mouth curved up into a smile as he hovered over me. Not once during our conversation did he lose his erection. I was impressed. Dipping his finger inside me, I gasped for air as he explored me. Not only was his mouth magnificent, his fingers were magical.
“You’re ready for me,” he whispered as he brushed his lips against mine.
With one thrust, he was buried deep inside me and my entire body trembled. Our lips locked while he slowly moved in and out. His tongue slid over my throat and across my neck as the warmth of his breath paralyzed me. My heart raced and my skin began to sweat. He picked up the pace for a moment and then rolled me on top of him. Our eyes locked as my hands planted themselves firmly on his muscular chest and my hips moved back and forth. His hands latched on to my breasts as he fondled them, tugging at my hardened peaks. Another orgasm was coming, and I couldn’t control myself.
“Fuck, Emmy. Oh my God,” he loudly voiced. “Come for me. Come right now.”
I let out a soft scream as a roaring orgasm tore through my body. I was out of breath as I collapsed on top of him. He rolled me on my back and our lips collided. He thrust in and out of me like a wild beast, unable to be tamed. It was hot. He was hot and I found myself not wanting him to stop. He halted, let out a long moan and exploded inside me. He rolled off me and lay on his back, placing his hand over his heart while he tried to regain his breath. I rolled on my side and placed my hand on his. He turned his head and looked at me.