Billionaire's Escort (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story)

by Claire Adams

  “Pictures or it didn’t happen.”

  He grinned. “Not going to fall for that. You’re just going to have to take my word for it.”

  Billy was funny and easy to talk to. He wasn’t someone that I’d go out on a date with, but he was definitely a lot of fun to hang around.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ian

  Daisy waited until we were done working for the day to ask me what I was doing Saturday night.

  “I don’t have any plans,” I said. “Did you have something in mind?”

  “I want you to meet my friend Caroline,” she said. “I know we’re keeping things quiet at work but—”

  “I thought I said that we weren’t going to tell anyone about this.”

  A quizzical expression crossed her face. “What? I thought you meant just at work. I didn’t think you meant I couldn’t talk to my best friend about it. We talk about everything.”

  “Great,” I said. It always baffled me how most women had this insane need to have some sort of confidante to spill every last detail of her life to. Not saying that guys didn’t also talk about shit with each other, but not to the degree the women did. I’d overheard girls talking about dick size, how many fingers he put her up her snatch, whether or not he had hair around his asshole. What his come tasted like, if he was circumcised, how he cried out like a girl when he came. Don’t get me wrong—guys bragged about bagging girls all the time, but they didn’t go into minute fucking detail, the way I was sure that Daisy and this friend of hers would.

  “What did you have in mind?” I asked.

  “I don’t know—do you feel like going out for sushi?”

  “Sure,” I said. “Tomorrow night? I’ve got to come in and do a couple things around here, but I can come by your place around six?”

  Daisy grinned. “That’d be perfect!” she said, and just from the way she said it, I knew she had already set the whole thing up with her friend.

  We met up with her friend, Caroline, at Unscaled, which was one of the newer restaurants that I hadn’t been to before. Sushi was not, actually, a culinary favorite of mine, though there were a few things that I didn’t mind.

  The place was crowded, and there was some sort of shitty electronic music playing. We were seated at a table in the middle of the dining area; Daisy and me on one side, Caroline on the other. She was cute—though not as cute as Daisy—and was definitely one of those women who was used to calling the shots about everything.

  “I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said as we sipped our hot green tea.

  “Likewise,” I replied, though Daisy hadn’t really told me that much about her.

  “So you’re the owner of the company?” she asked.

  I pulled my chopsticks out of the wrapper and snapped them apart. What was this—a job interview? No, this was the friend interview, to see if I was worthy enough to go out with her friend.

  “What’s good here?” I asked, sliding the menu toward me.

  “I like the crazy roll,” Daisy said. “Caro and I sometimes get the sushi platter for two. And the Harmony roll—it’s salmon and avocado topped with fresh lemon slices.” She grinned. “My mouth is just watering thinking about it.”

  Fortunately, I noticed a small section dedicated to their cooked selections; and there was salmon teriyaki, front and center.

  “I am going to go with the salmon teriyaki, actually,” I said. “But maybe I’ll try a piece or two of sushi if you get enough.”

  “Oh,” Daisy said. “Are you . . . are you not a fan of sushi?”

  “It’s all right,” I said. “There’s a few things I like, though I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite food.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “You should have told me! We didn’t have to come here.”

  “Aren’t you like, an avid fishermen or something like that?” Caroline said.

  I smiled thinly, just wondering what Daisy had told her about our little boat outing. “I have a boat, if that’s what you’re referring to. And I do enjoy fishing, though that’s something I haven’t done in a while. Eating raw fish, though, is not one of my favorite things, though I have tried it on numerous occasions.”

  Caroline smirked. “I figured a guy like you would be into that sort of thing.”

  I had to try mightily not to roll my eyes. It was going to be a long evening.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Daisy

  After my second cup of green tea, I had to pee, so I left Caroline and Ian at the table, waiting for our food. We’d gotten some sake, too, though I’d only had one cup so far, and my face felt pleasantly flushed and everything seemed to be going so well that I grinned like a fool all the way across the dining room and into the restroom.

  As I was standing there washing my hands, the bathroom stall next to the one I’d just been in opened and a girl stepped out. She was probably around my age, athletic and pretty with long brown hair and large blue eyes. I could tell she was looking at me in the big mirror as we stood there, running water over our hands. I looked up and caught her eye; she looked away.

  I was just reaching to turn the water off when she spoke.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t mean for this to sound weird, but . . . is that your boyfriend?” she finally said. “That guy you’re with out there?”

  “Um . . . yeah,” I said. “He is.”

  “Oh, okay.” She smiled. “That’s what I figured. You guys have this really great energy. But I’m asking because my friend thinks he’s so hot, but I didn’t want her to make a fool of herself by asking him out.”

  “Well, that’s nice of you,” I said. “But . . . yeah. Sorry. He’s taken.”

  “I told her he was. But couldn’t hurt to ask.” She shut the faucet off and stepped around me to get the paper towels. She pulled one out of the dispenser, handed it to me, then took another for herself.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “No problem. You guys have a good night.”

  “We will; you too.”

  She left the bathroom and I finished drying my hands off, then balled the paper towel up and tossed it into the trash. Had that just happened? Did a stranger just approach me to ask about my boyfriend? Who wasn’t actually my boyfriend, but he wasn’t not my boyfriend, either.

  I walked back out into the dining room, past the table that girl was sitting at with two other friends. I tried to figure out which one it was that had wanted to ask Ian out, but I had no clue. Really, for all I knew, it could’ve been the girl in the bathroom who was really interested in him and she was just saying it like that because she didn’t want me to know it was her. She caught my eye as I walked past and gave me a little smile; I returned it, feeling almost giddy. These sorts of things just didn’t happen to me, but it seemed like since I’d met Ian, I was getting to experience all sorts of new things.

  As I approached our table, I could see Caroline, laughing at something Ian had just said. I slowed my gait down, just to watch him for a moment. He really was incredibly gorgeous, the sort of physical perfection that made you stop and stare and wondered how on earth it was that someone could be put together that well.

  “Thought you got lost,” he said when I finally made it back to the table. He nodded in front of him. “Our food has arrived.”

  It certainly had. The waitress had brought out two huge platters, arranged artfully with half a dozen different sushi rolls and sashimi. There were also bowls of seaweed salad and steaming miso soup, and then Ian’s salmon teriyaki.

  “Wow,” I said. “It looks delicious.”

  Caroline had her chopsticks in hand and was stabbing at a green slab of wasabi. “I dare you to eat this whole thing,” she said to Ian.

  “You know, in my youth, I might have taken you up on such a thing,” he said. “But now I’d like to at least think I’m a little wiser.”

  “Suit yourself,” she said with a shrug.

  Even though we’d all had some sake with dinner, I thought that after we might all go out and get
a drink. I didn’t even really care if I had another drink—I was already feeling the tiniest bit buzzed—I was just really enjoying myself and didn’t want the night to end. But when I suggested it, Caroline shook her head.

  “I can’t,” she said.

  “Really?” I asked. “Even just for a little bit? I’m having so much fun with you guys; I don’t want the night to be over yet.”

  “Sorry, Daisy,” she said. “I’ve got a big deadline coming up, and I’ve got to get up early tomorrow to meet with a client. Another time, though.”

  “Well, it was a pleasure to finally meet you,” Ian said. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.”

  Caroline smiled. “Great,” she said, coming over to give me a hug. “Call me later, okay?”

  “Will do,” I said.

  I waved as she walked off, leaving Ian and me standing there. He looked down at me. “So you’re not ready for the night to end,” he said.

  “No, I’m not. But . . . if it has to, I understand.”

  “It doesn’t have to. Why don’t we go back to your place?”

  And just the way he said it, I knew that we were going to have sex, and the thought of it sent a tingling happiness through my whole body.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ian

  We caught a cab back to Daisy’s place. When she got in, she slid all the way over, but once I was in and the door was shut, I patted the seat between us.

  “Why don’t you come over here,” I said.

  She obliged, sliding over, her leg touching mine. I put my hand on her thigh and squeezed lightly.

  “I had a good time tonight,” I said, “though I don’t think your friend liked me too much.”

  “Caroline? What are you talking about? She likes you.”

  Sure she did. I didn’t give a shit either way, but it was pretty obvious that Daisy’s friend wasn’t that hip on me, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from a girl like that. I didn’t need to have any in-depth conversation with her to know exactly her type. You know, the sort that needs to be in control all the time, calling all the shots. Who thinks guys should be effeminate, wear skinny jeans, and be willing to offer up their balls on a platter at a moment’s notice. Ha. No effing thanks. But I’d let Daisy think whatever she wanted, and I knew it made her happier to believe that Caroline and I could hit it off and we’d all be able to hang out and go out to brunch together and later play Cards Against Humanity or some shit.

  But Daisy . . . she wasn’t like that. She didn’t need to be in control all the time, and I liked that. When we got to her apartment, I paid the cab and slid out. She kept looking around, over her shoulder, as we walked over to her door, but there were just a few people walking by, talking quietly, the cars driving by on the street.

  Inside her apartment, she felt around on the wall and turned the light on. It was a cute place, everything neat and orderly; there was the small entryway, then a short hallway to the bathroom and kitchen, at the end of the hallway was the living room and then, connected to it by two French doors, the bedroom.

  I followed her down to the living room; I had waited long enough. I could tell that she was ready for it, too.

  She set her purse down next to the couch and turned to say something to me, but I just stepped up and pulled her to me, pressed my mouth firmly against hers. Her body melded to mine instantly, like this was just the thing she was waiting for. She groaned softly as I let my hands roam her body, running down the length of her sides, then back up, tracing my hands lightly over her breasts. Feeling them like this through her shirt though simply wasn’t enough; I leaned back a bit so I could pull her shirt off, then her bra.

  She had great tits; they weren’t big, but they were high and firm, the sort that didn’t require a bra of any sort, with pale pink nipples that tightened up real quick when I touched them, first with my hands, then my mouth. She made little whimpering noises and raked her hands through my hair.

  I was like an explorer conquering new territory; I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d deflowered someone, though there had been a few. I wanted to make this as memorable for her as possible; how many stories did you hear about the first time being god-awful?

  I pulled my own shirt off and felt her hands run down my lower back. I pushed her skirt down, then her underwear.

  “Are you going to be comfortable here,” I said, nodding toward the couch, “or would you rather this continue in the bedroom?”

  “Here is fine.” She was panting a little.

  The couch was one of those sleek modern numbers, with one long cushion, wide enough that we could both lie on it comfortably. Before I lay all the way down, I stepped out of my pants, but left them within arm’s reach so I could grab the wallet out of my back pocket and slide the condom on.

  But first.

  I slid my hand between her legs, felt her open up, felt how wet she was. She nuzzled my neck with her lips, her hands running across my pecs, across my abdomen. No need to pre-wet anything; I gently slipped my finger into her, felt my dick get harder. She rocked her pelvis slowly, the nuzzling on my neck becoming more intense as I slowly started to move my finger inside of her. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and felt her whole body tense against me, her breathing shallow and rapid.

  “Oh my god,” she groaned.

  Had she even gotten this far with that emo boyfriend of hers? Probably not. I could tell by the way her pussy muscles were contracting against my finger that she was actually close to coming, and that all I needed to do was rub that clit a little more, swirl my finger around inside of her and I’d have her really writhing, but I stopped, and pulled my hand back, reaching for my jeans.

  If she was going to come, I wanted it to be while I was fucking her.

  “Wait, why did you stop?” she asked breathlessly, her eyes flying open.

  I pulled the condom wrapper out of my wallet, tore it open, slid it down over me. No fucking way was I taking any more chances like I did with Annie, even though I knew just how fantastic it would feel to do Daisy bareback right now.

  “Shift over a little,” I said. “So you’re on your back. Yeah, just like that.”

  She spread her legs, and I positioned myself between them, my knees on either side of her, holding the rest of my weight up with my forearms. With the condom on, it was harder to feel where she was, but after a couple tries, the head of my cock was right there, gently pushing into her.

  “Just relax,” I murmured, feeling her tense up again, but not because she was turned on. She was letting the thoughts tumble in, I knew, letting herself forget about the physical sensation of it all, her focus going to the fact that this was it, she was about to lose her virginity. She probably thought it was going to hurt. Maybe it would; but I would try to make it so it didn’t.

  “There you go,” I said as she exhaled slowly. I pushed in a little further, then a little more. She was so wet that it was easy to get the head of my cock in, and once that was in, I pushed in the rest of the way. We lay there like that, neither of us moving, for a few seconds. I looked down at her. “You all right?”

  She nodded, so I started moving my hips slowly. Her hands went around my back, and her fingernails raked jagged trails up and down. Ah. She was nice and tight; she fit me like a glove. I let my eyes close as she wrapped her legs around me, her back arching slightly, allowing my dick to get even further. A warm buzzing that had started in my balls was radiating outward, up my spine, into my brain, short circuiting everything up there except for the ability to feel sensation. I started to move faster, both of us groaning, her groans turning into shouts, mine into growls. I pressed my face against her neck and squeezed my eyes shut. She let out a scream; her whole body tensed then relaxed, her limbs twitched. A groan rose up in my throat as I came, and it was actually happening a lot sooner than I thought, but she was so hot, and she felt so good, that there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Daisy

  I was
no longer a virgin.

  In a way, I expected something to have changed about me, something that other people would be able to notice. That I’d look different or something, though of course that was not the case at all. Well, I looked more tired, maybe, since Ian and I had been up most of the night having sex, then spent most of Sunday together, doing the same. My inner thighs were so sore, but in a good way.

  When Caroline texted and asked me if I wanted to meet up at Failte after I got out of work, I said yes. Ian had left early because he had a meeting with a manager at a big petrochemical plant, somewhere out near Worcester, who was looking to switch security firms.

  When I got to Failte, she was sitting at one of the small tables, with two bottles of IPA.

  “I took the liberty of ordering you a drink,” she said.

  “Awesome, thank you,” I said as I slid onto the smooth wooden chair. I was trying to contain my grin but not doing a very good job of it. She looked toward the door. “Ian’s not here with you?”

  “No, he’s at a meeting. Well, he might be done with it now, but it was out in Central Mass.”

  She nodded. “Got it.”

  “So,” I said. “What’d you think? Isn’t he great?”

  She didn’t say anything right away, but then just shook her head. “Sorry, Daisy,” she said finally. “I just didn’t like him.”

  For a second, I thought she was joking. But then she continued. “I really don’t think he should be the one you lose your virginity to.”

  I tried to keep my face neutral. I took a sip of my beer. “Really? Why?”

  “I just . . . don’t.” She pressed her lips together. “I’m sorry.”

  “Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say. I’d really thought she’d like him, and the fact that she seemed so against him was quite surprising. “What is it you don’t like about him?” She’d been right there at the table—hadn’t she been able to see that magnetism between us? A complete stranger had—surely she had been able to, too! “And are you being serious right now?” I asked. “I thought you guys really seemed to hit it off. You were laughing at what he said. You were making jokes with him.”