“Is that an Amber Alert?” Jenn asked, and Anya shrugged.
“I don’t know.” She grabbed her phone and checked, seeing the Cavendish logo and the words New Engagement Packet.
“So?” Jenn asked, trying to look, but Anya hit the sleep button.
“It’s the motion alarm at the house I’m sitting. I should probably go check it out,” she said, impressed at how quickly the bogus answer came to her. Is getting better at lying something I should be proud of?
“Shit. I’d come with you, but I’m meeting Steve at the Gamecube.”
“You’re hanging out at a gaming place? Oh how the mighty have fallen,” Anya joked, poking her friend in the arm. The truth was, she was relieved Jenn didn’t want to tag along to check out the condo.
“I’m expanding my horizons, okay?” Jenn scoffed but smirked. “He’s watched Grease with me again, and The Notebook, so I figure I owe him.”
She hugged Jenn goodbye and headed for home. My temporary home, she corrected herself. She’d just sat down in her seat when she realized she’d taken the bus out of habit.
She dug the fob out of her purse to access the front gate of the complex. Some couples ambled along as their tiny dogs romped on the green space, and she returned a wave when a man lifted a hand in her direction. She swiped her wristband and pushed open her door, the unit dim, since she’d left all the curtains closed.
She dropped her purse on the small table and fell into the big chair in the living room, when she sucked in a startled breath. A large shape sat across from her on the couch. Dimi.
18
“Good morning,” he said, positive his words thrummed with the tension that had appeared when she’d walked into the dark condo. “Or is it afternoon?”
The light from outside lit her ponytail with a golden glow, and even in a purple T-shirt and gray shorts, she kicked his pulse up a notch.
“I would have waited outside, but I didn’t want to draw attention. And, well, I was able to get in.”
Her hand had flown to her chest when she’d seen him, and it was still there.
“I should probably be pissed about that, but I guess I can let it slide. This time.”
“I like what you’ve done with the place.”
“I haven’t done anything with it.”
“We’re the same that way.”
She sat perfectly still in her chair, but he could feel her gaze fastened on him, and a tension thrumming from her as well.
“Did you have a nice morning?” he asked.
“I did. I had brunch with Jenn, my friend.”
“How’s she?”
“I didn’t tell her anything, if you’re worried about that.”
Dimi realized where her tension was coming from and leaned to rest his arms on his legs.
“I’m not here on behalf of Cavendish or any Cavendish business. I’m here, because I’m attracted to you. Although… I used my credentials to get in here, because I wanted to surprise you.”
She leaned forward and rested her face in her palms, rubbing her face. Then she slid them under her chin and looked at him.
“Sorry if I snapped at you. Everything still seems surreal, and there are some things I don’t know how to navigate.”
“Like what?”
“Like how to be friends with Jenn and not break any Cavendish rules.”
“What else?”
“How to feel at home here, when I don’t know how long I’ll be staying.”
“Is that it?”
“What are evaluators, and how does that work?” She laughed as she said it, and every muscle in his body stiffened. “It’s been driving me crazy all morning.”
“How did you hear about evaluators?”
“Elliot mentioned it. I mean, Beckham. See? I still can’t keep that straight.” She slid her hands back over her face and groaned.
“Figuring Cavendish out can feel tricky. Yuki and Lorna were the first real friends I ever had in my life, and because we started Cavendish, we were all on the same page not worrying about rules. But when I got to know a few guys at the MMA gym, it was more complicated to keep it a secret. Guys are different though. I could just tell them I’m in security for a real estate company, and that was good enough. They were more interested in what supplements I used.”
“Jenn is nosy as hell. But that was my fault. I shouldn’t have mentioned being an escort.”
“What does she think now?”
“That I answered a house sitting ad that pays well enough that I don’t need two jobs.”
His lips quirked at her sheepish expression. “Good thinking. She’ll eventually forget, unless you start buying a lot of things… like jewelry and cars.”
“Why would I do that?” She looked at him with a frown. “That would defeat my whole purpose here.”
“I’ve seen it all, but for what it’s worth, I’ve never met anyone with your focus. Now, about feeling at home here. You could start by unpacking.” He pointed to the boxes of books stacked against the wall.
“I know. I guess it just feels impermanent.”
Dimi nodded. Normally, local consultants lived in their own places. The other two from California would finish their initial training and move back. Sometimes, when they lived in less than secure places like Anya, they could live in a Cavendish property until they found something safer. But as Anya was subtly picking up on, it wasn’t usually a permanent arrangement.
But with Anya, and the plans Yuki had, he thought she’d be staying here longer than most.
“I think it’s safe to say you’ll be here for a month or longer. Probably two. I’m not fully in the loop on what our high-end client wants, but that might factor into things.”
“How do you mean?”
“You might have to meet him at one of our other properties, like Thailand.”
Her eyes widened, and she laced and unlaced her fingers. He could see the thoughts running through her head.
“Isn’t it illegal there?”
He gave her a level look, wondering if her rational mind was about to rebel.
“It’s illegal everywhere, Anya,” he said. He softened his tone, realizing he was on her side. He wanted her to earn enough money to finish her schooling. It surprised him.
“I know,” she said, rubbing her face again. “I know.” She sighed and glanced around the room.
“Honestly, if I had a bookshelf, I could unpack my books and probably feel a lot more at home.”
“I happen to be expert at putting together bookshelves,” he said, spreading his hands, making her laugh.
“So what about evaluators?”
“Ah. Well, we use evaluators to gauge a consultant’s ability to have sexual intercourse with a stranger for money. Not just have sex, but be an active, engaged partner. It’s not something you can fake, and it’s not something that comes naturally.”
“Who are the evaluators?”
“Long-term clients whose judgement we trust, who’ve proven to be accurate about who will and won’t melt down in a situation.”
“So you’re not an evaluator?” she asked, her dimple appearing in her cheek.
“No. I had been in the early days, but not anymore.”
“That’s too bad,” she said, and in a blink, the heat was back in her eyes. “Are you sure I can’t request you? I feel like I have… the tiniest bit of influence compared to the average consultant.”
He looked at her in surprise, wondering how she picked up on that. She was right; Yuki would probably give in to a few of her requests, depending on what they were. But he doubted she would on this one. Despite her joking the other day, Yuki would probably worry it could jeopardize her plans.
“They probably wouldn’t allow it,” he said, his gut hating that it was likely the truth.
“Why?”
“It would be a biased scenario.”
She sat up in her chair, like a cat who’d just seen a feather on a string.
“Biased how?”
“Deep attraction, huh? Someone’s full of themselves.” She stood up and walked to the center of the room, reaching up to pull her elastic out and shake her hair loose. “Go on. This is fascinating.”
“Your haptics test made it obvious.”
“You’ve read the results?” she asked, unbuttoning her gray shorts and taking another step closer. She slid the shorts down her legs with a quick push and stepped out of them, her T-shirt making it hard to tell if she was wearing underwear or not. God.
“Actually, there’s video,” he said, half-smiling when her eyes widened.
He pressed himself against the back of the couch as she came to a stop right in front of him. Her knees brushed against his, and her eyes sparkled as she gripped the edge of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
“Of course there’s video. What was I thinking?” she whispered, dropping the T-shirt to the floor.
Her bra and panties matched, and they must have been a light peach color, because they seemed to disappear against her skin. He could see her small, tight nipples, and the narrow strip of honey-gold hair between her legs, a darker shade than her hair. There were small bows hovering below her belly button and between her tits, but he’d be damned if he could see straps or seams anyway.
“I like your taste in underwear,” he said, his fingers tightening on his legs as his dick twitched to life in his pants.
“It was here when I arrived. A whole drawerful, all in my size. Isn’t that weird?”
Her knee slid between his and her other knee followed, pushing his legs apart. Not gently either.
“Not so weird.” He was proud at how steady his voice was, since all the blood was rushing to his hard-on. Something that hadn’t slipped her notice.
“Are those the only reasons for your bias?”
“Well,” he said, looking to the side as he pretended to think it through, “I guess there’s the fact that once I’m fucking you, I won’t be able to think straight.”
He didn’t know how the last sentence made it out of his tight throat, because she sat down on his right thigh and trailed her hand down his front to his crotch, sliding her hand over him in a slow circle.
“All right, I’ll give up on the idea of you being my evaluator.”
“Good,” he grunted and slid his hand into her hair as he repositioned her to straddle him.
She immediately ground her pussy against him, sliding her bra straps down until the cups of her bra rolled down to just bare her nipples.
“You’re making it impossible for me to go slow,” he ground out, his eyes fastened on her tits and his hands sliding under the wisp of panties to knead her ass. His muscles were locked in place, waiting for her to direct his next move.
“I don’t want slow. I want fast and… bad,” she said, and though her voice was deep, she finished with a hesitant tone in her voice. She was asking for something.
“Bad from me or bad for you?”
“I want to be bad,” she whispered, leaning close enough for his tongue to flick out over a nipple, making it instantly hard.
“Should we agree on your discipline for being bad? Because you’re being naughty right now,” he husked, enjoying when she leaned even closer for him to nip at her other nipple.
“You mean this is being bad?” Her voice hitched and her eyes drifted shut, and he covered her tit with his mouth and sucked hard, bringing a groan out of her.
“Shhh,” he said and gave her ass a light smack, which made her gasp and then moan. His dick snapped to full attention then. He smacked her other cheek, this time a little harder.
“What was that f—”
“Hush. You’ll speak when I tell you to, and do what I ask you to. Understand?”
He didn’t smile often, and didn’t think she did either. Their upbringing probably having a lot to do with it. But now, as she continued to grind against him and breathe heavily, they both smiled.
“Oh my,” she said when his cock was straining to jump through his pants and into her pussy.
He smacked her ass, and she bit her lip not to groan.
“No talking.”
He directed her hands to his chest, liking how her arms pressed her round tits together. Then he slid his hands down her ribcage and over her stomach, his fingers slipping inside her panties to probe her lips. Soaking wet.
“Don’t,” he warned her when her eyes fluttered closed. She pressed her lips together and her face tensed, trying to follow his rules and not give in to her arousal.
“I want you to slide to your knees and undo my pants so you can put my cock in your mouth, all right?” he asked, dragging one thumb over her clit and sliding the other one slowly back and forth through her lips. She was nodding before he finished speaking.
“Very good.”
She braced herself against his chest as she slid her legs off him, making sure she brushed her tits against his mouth before she lowered down to her knees.
Her eyes were bright and focused on the bulge between his legs, her hands sliding down his chest to his button and fly. She undid both slowly, making sure her hands brushed and pressed against his erection at every chance.
“Good God, Anya,” he groaned, his head lolling back, and she opened his pants and set him free, her hands small and tight on his length.
Then her lips touched the tip, pressing small kisses against it. Every so often, her tongue would dart out for quick licks, and he was helpless to keep his hips from bucking straight up.
“Fuck,” he growled, the word locked down in his chest.
Then her hot mouth covered him, and he could only last for three long sucks before he gathered her up and into the air. He held her high on his waist, seeing her frown.
“Wait.” He paused and fumbled out a condom. “I know we’re both safe, but….”
“Oh. Right,” she said, her face dazed. “No, I’m on birth control,” she added, taking the condom and flicking it aside.
He let his pants fall and stepped out of them, and he lowered her, letting his cock slide against the barrier of her panties.
She flung her legs around him, whimpering, and he tore her panties off, plunging inside her.
She was so fucking tight, and though her hips were encouraging, he paused to check she wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Tell me,” he begged.
“Fuck me,” she replied, hips rotating and pushing against him.
So he did.
He turned and walked a few steps to the wall until her back rested against it. He drew out of her and plunged back in, hard and steady. He alternated his rhythm, trying to make it last, but when her feet inched higher on his back, giving him a deeper angle, he lost it.
His orgasm shot through him, tearing a yell from his throat like he’d never heard. He thrust a few more times, feeling his cock spasm, and then reached down to her slick clit.
Her face was tight and her breath panted. He slid his thumb back and forth and then side to side, watching her reactions and taking in how her arms would tense and shift.
Then he smacked her ass again, and her breathing quickened, her nails digging into his back.
“Again,” she groaned, her hips moving faster as if to tell him to mimic the motion. He did, sliding and pressing his thumb faster and changing how he spanked her, short sharp slaps bringing her closer to the edge.
And then she was tumbling into her orgasm, her back arching, thrusting her chest in his face. And he obliged, suckling at a nipple, which caused a low groan and shudder to jolt out of her.
As the last of her tremors eased, she collapsed against him, limp and spent. He slid her legs around to cradle her, heading down the hallway to her bedroom.
He dragged the covers back and laid her down then climbed in beside her, pulling her ass against his sticky, cum
-coated cock. They had all day to shower.
* * *
Dimi woke up to clicking and tapping. His cock was already semi-hard, but Anya was not in bed.
The hair on his neck rose, and every muscle tensed before he put together the clicking noises with Anya likely working at her computer.
He half-smiled, thinking of ways he could “punish” her for that.
He climbed out of bed, saw that he wore his T-shirt but no pants, and pulled it off. It was still afternoon. Time enough for another orgasm. It should be hers, as “reward” for being so responsive earlier.
He walked toward the computer sounds and saw Anya, naked in her computer chair and leaning on her hand as she read something on the screen.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to leave bed,” he grumbled, liking the amused look she shot him over her shoulder.
“Cantaloupe,” she said, turning her chair to him. She sat cross-legged in it, the complete view of her bringing him to full erection.
“Uh, what?”
“Cantaloupe. That will be our word. When we want to play, one of us will say cantaloupe, and the same when we end.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” he asked, holding out his hand. She took it, and he helped her stand up, taking the chair for himself and pulling her to sit on his lap. “Learning about safe words?”
“I’m reading about my next engagement.”
He frowned.
“You have a next engagement? Is it for next weekend?”
“It’s for tomorrow night. Read it,” she invited, pointing to the screen.
Engagement Amount: $10,000
Engagement Package for Saigo
Client: Broca
Event: Private dinner
Your role: No role
Consultant Partner: None
Client’s Role: No role
Arrival Time: Cavendish car will arrive at 8:00 p.m.
Instructions:
Formal five-course dinner with client Broca where you’ll engage in intellectual conversation about brain research and science. Materials will be delivered to you tonight. Full sexual intercourse is required, following client’s lead; expect light manual bondage.
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