Escorts and Thieves

by Folsom, Tina

  After stopping by at the main house to extend their stay indefinitely, he came back and found the bedroom empty. He’d wanted to surprise Sabrina with breakfast in bed, but she’d already woken up. He heard the shower and was pleased to find that the door to the bathroom was unlocked.

  It wasn’t an opportunity he could pass up. Quickly, he stripped naked and snuck into the bathroom. She stood in the shower in her glorious nakedness and hadn’t seen or heard him come in. He let his eyes gaze over her luscious body and took in a deep breath. He’d never get enough of her.

  Silently, he approached the shower and stepped in behind Sabrina. He gathered her in his arms and knew he’d surprised her when she let out a startled shriek.

  “Good morning,” he whispered into her ear while at the same time nibbling on her earlobe.

  “You came back,” she said as she turned in his arms and looked up at him.

  “Nothing can keep me from you for long. But I did have to get us some breakfast. Hungry?”

  She nodded, and he saw a flicker of desire in her eyes. “Mmm hmm.”

  He didn’t need more than that as an invitation. “How hungry?”

  “Just as hungry as you.” Her gaze went lower and rested on his growing erection, which was already pressing against her stomach. Sabrina could set him ablaze with just a glance. His hunger for food was instantly forgotten.

  As soon as her arms went around his neck, he kissed her. It had been too many hours since he’d last felt her lips on his and danced with her tongue. Within seconds, he was fully aroused and to his dismay realized he’d left the damn condoms in the bedroom.

  He’d never had sex with a woman without condoms, not because of fear of disease, but mainly because he’d never trusted any of his ex-girlfriends not to trap him with a pregnancy. With Sabrina, he wanted nothing more than to plant his seed in her and watch it grow. There was something so exciting, so powerful in the thought that she could have a bambino by him, the thought suddenly overwhelmed him. He would come clean today. It was impossible to wait any longer.

  Daniel pulled her tighter into him and turned them to press her against the tile wall. When her eyes met his, he saw that she knew what he was about to do. And that she couldn’t wait.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he heard himself say as if in a trance. His arms supported her as he lifted her to line up with his yearning erection. Her legs wrapped eagerly around him, pulling him into her center.

  “Ti amo,” he whispered tenderly before he captured her lips with his and impaled her inch by rock hard inch.

  The words did something to her. Even though Sabrina didn’t speak Italian she’d seen enough movies to understand their meaning. It was an impossibility that Daniel loved her, yet she let herself be swept away. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t using protection considering that he thought her to be a professional escort. Neither did she know why she didn’t stop him.

  She wasn’t on the pill and could easily get pregnant, but not even that thought stopped her. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to have him inside her and have something of his, something that would still be there even if he was gone.

  Sabrina tilted her hips toward him and tightened her legs around him, forcing him to go deeper and as if he understood what she wanted, he thrust deeper. His moans became uncontrolled as his body rocked inside her. His eyes were closed as he threw his head back as if to howl to the moon, his hands digging into her hips, his shaft driving into her with the force of a sledgehammer.

  Pinned against the wall, she could barely move, couldn’t get away from him. Not that she wanted to. Daniel filled her so completely as if he was the missing part in her life. The raw emotions she felt were new to her, new and utterly primal.

  Her head spun with images of stars in the night sky, crashing ocean waves and the simple beauty of being touched by him. Her hands traveled through his wet hair and pulled him back to her face.

  His eyes flew open, and she saw signs of desire, lust and … tenderness.

  “Per sempre,” he whispered and pressed his lips on hers, then invaded her mouth with his tongue, and plundered her as if she were Ali Baba’s cave of treasures. Never had she felt a kiss this possessive. A branding iron couldn’t have said it any clearer that she was his, that he was making sure she would never want to kiss another man, never want to be touched by anybody else.

  Every cell in her body filled with his essence, his scent, his energy, permanently altering her very being, awaking everything female in her and banishing the thought of anything and everything else. In his hands, she was all woman. Not a lawyer, not a daughter, not a friend. Only woman, his woman. For today, for this week.

  And then he sent her over the edge and continued slicing into her as her orgasm claimed her. The tremors that shook her body were magnified by his climax, which followed hers within seconds. She felt the warm spray of his seed filling her and squeezed tightly around his cock to take everything he had to give. And wanted more.

  The sound of the door bell startled her and reminded her that there was a world out there. They looked at each other.

  “It’s probably the housekeeper. I asked her to bring us some extra towels for the pool,” Daniel mused and kissed her tenderly. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Promise?”

  He smiled. “Do you really think I can stay away from you for longer than thirty seconds?”

  The door bell rang again. Sabrina kissed him, and only reluctantly, he pulled himself out of her and set her down gently.

  “Thirty seconds, tops,” he assured her. “God, you’re beautiful!” He kissed her again.

  “I’m coming,” he then called out toward the door, stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a large towel around his lower half.

  Damn, what a moment to get interrupted. As soon as the housekeeper was gone again, he would get right back to her and then confess everything. And it couldn’t happen a minute too soon. Sabrina was ready. She trusted him. He’d seen it in her eyes.

  “Mrs. Meyer, thanks—” Daniel’s voice got stuck in his throat as soon as he swung the door to the cottage open and saw the person who’d rung the bell.

  Fuck!

  If he’d thought Audrey showing up at his hotel had been bad, he didn’t really know what he should call this. Hell?

  Hot and bothered in a business suit, there the man stood, firmly holding onto a large legal file, about to try the ringer again.

  “Ah, Mr. Sinclair, so sorry to disturb you on a Sunday morning. Jon Hannigan, from Brand, Freeman & Merriweather.”

  Daniel hadn’t needed the introduction. How could he forget the bastard, who was harassing Sabrina? He’d recognize him anywhere.

  “Yes?” He made no move to invite Hannigan in but rather blocked the door.

  “We were unable to reach you. Not a great area for cell phones up here in Sonoma.” Hannigan attempted small talk.

  Daniel made no comment. Should he beat him up now or later? His visitor seemed to feel the uncomfortable silence.

  “Mr. Merriweather has sent me to get an urgent signature from you. The contingency bond? He said he’d mentioned it to you.”

  “Yes,” Daniel barked back. “Where do I sign?”

  “I should go over the document with you. That’s why Mr. Merriweather didn’t send it by courier.” He tried to take a step forward, but Daniel didn’t yield from his spot at the door.

  “That won’t be necessary. Pen?”

  Nervously, the lawyer reached into his suit to find a pen, tapped on both sides of his inside pockets but came up empty. “So sorry. I must have misplaced it. You wouldn’t have one?”

  Daniel’s anger level was at boiling point already. “Wait here.”

  He stalked back the two steps it took to get into the kitchen and opened a couple of drawers before he found a pen.

  “Daniel, do you think the housekeeper could—” Sabrina’s voice came from behind him and suddenly broke off.

  He jerked around ins
tantly.

  “Sabrina?” Hannigan. He’d stepped into the cottage and looked straight at her as she stood in the room wrapped in a towel.

  “Oh no!” Sabrina shrieked.

  “What the hell?” Hannigan looked from Daniel to her and back. “You little bitch. You had to fuck our richest client, didn’t you?”

  Daniel instantly blocked Hannigan from approaching her. “Sabrina, go back to the bedroom. I’ll deal with him.”

  Hannigan didn’t know when to shut up. “So she does spread her legs—for the right price.”

  That’s when Daniel saw red. Nobody had the right to insult her. “Get the FUCK out!” he thundered. “Get out while you can still walk!” A supersonic airplane couldn’t have created any more powerful sound waves.

  He rushed toward Hannigan, who instantly backed away, recognizing the raw brutality hidden beneath Daniel’s words. There was a promise of violence in the air as his nostrils flared dangerously. Hannigan didn’t wait to find out what Daniel was capable of and ran.

  With the force of a thunderstorm Daniel slammed the door shut and turned around. Sabrina had left the kitchen.

  ***

  Sabrina’s hands shook violently as she pulled her shorts over her thighs and zipped up. The trembling wouldn’t stop, but she had to get the T-shirt over her head. It didn’t matter that her hair was still wet. She had to get out of here.

  Daniel had called her Sabrina. He knew her name, he knew who she was! There’d been no surprise when Hannigan had called out her name.

  “Sabrina,” she heard Daniel’s voice as he rushed into the bedroom.

  She quickly smoothed her T-shirt down.

  “We need to talk.”

  Now he wanted to talk? Good grief, the man had timing. She searched for her handbag.

  “What are you doing?” He sounded frantic.

  “I’m leaving.”

  “No. Sabrina. You can’t leave.”

  He had no right to tell her what to do or not to do. “You played me. You, you knew all along. Did you enjoy the laughs you were having behind my back? Did you?” Her voice was shrill.

  “I never played you. Please. I was going to talk to you today.”

  She gave him a sarcastic look. “Sure you were.” Talk about what? That he’d found her out? That he’d decided to toy with her, see how far she’d go? “How? How did you know?”

  She realized now that he was the rich East Coast client the entire office had been talking about. That’s why Hannigan was here, not because he’d stalked her, but because he was looking for Daniel. Was that how he’d figured it out? He’d seen her in the office?

  “Your friend, Holly.”

  “Holly?”

  “She confessed when I made the booking for this weekend.”

  It was as stab that hit her hard. Her best friend had betrayed her. How could she? They’d grown up together, they’d looked out for each other. “I have no friend.”

  “Sabrina, just listen. What did you expect me to do? You pretended to be an escort, and I went along with it. I never meant to hurt you. I want to be with you. We have something special between us. I love you.”

  She ignored the three words she would have loved to believe. How could he love her? “I was your whore! You paid for my services, and I gave you what you paid for.”

  “I never treated you like that. You know that as well as I do.”

  “Go ahead, say it. I was your whore. That’s all I was. That’s all I can give you.” Because if she gave him anything more, he’d just hurt her even more. Already, she’d given more than she’d ever given a man. And the feelings he’d awakened within her, he’d crushed those later. His Italian sweet-talking in bed was part of the entire show. And she’d been so stupid to fall for it all, while all the while he’d lied to her.

  “That’s not true. Look at me! That’s not true. You’ve given me so much more. We’ve given each other so much. You can’t deny what’s happened to us, please tell me you feel it too. I know you do. Sabrina.” Daniel moved toward her, stretching his arms out, but she stepped back.

  “Don’t touch me!” Sabrina knew if he put his hands on her and pressed her against his half-naked body, she’d lose all her senses and give in to him.

  She had to stop this now and for good. Nothing could come of this. How could he ever respect her, knowing what she’d done, that she’d slept with him for money? Like a common prostitute. He’d wake up tomorrow when his lust for her had died down and would come to his senses. But she wasn’t going to stick around to see the contempt in his eyes.

  “You had your fun. Quit while you’re ahead. It will make a great story to tell your buddies back home. If you didn’t get your money’s worth I’ll reimburse you.”

  “Why are you turning this into something sleazy? What are you afraid of?”

  Sabrina shot him a haunted look. She was afraid of her heart being broken. “Consider the booking cancelled.”

  “The hell I will! Sabrina, you belong to me.”

  She stared at him. “No. I don’t belong to you. I never will. Hannigan was right. Even I spread my legs for the right price. And you can’t pay my price, not anymore.” Her price was his love and respect, something he could never give her. What man would ever respect a woman who’d done what she’d done? She was better off cutting her losses now.

  Sabrina snatched her handbag and ran for the door.

  “Sabrina,” Daniel yelled after her. “This is not over. You hear me?”

  It was over. All she’d hurt was his pride. But her own pain went deeper. She’d fallen in love with the man who’d slept with her thinking she was a prostitute. He could have no real feelings for her. She’d only been a shiny new toy for him, something different. Something to amuse himself with. Tomorrow, he’d realize it and be grateful she gave him a way out.

  20

  The vintner’s daughter had taken pity on Sabrina and offered her a ride back to San Francisco. Sabrina had been too much of a mess to refuse the kind offer.

  She slammed the door to her flat shut behind her, the noise alerting Holly to her premature return. Seconds later, she appeared from the kitchen.

  “What are you doing home so early?” Holly greeted her with a truly surprised look.

  “I’m not talking to you!” Sabrina snapped and headed for her room.

  Holly visibly flinched. “What happened?”

  She turned in the door. “Why don’t you tell me since you know everything else?”

  “Sabrina, please—”

  She interrupted her. “Don’t! I don’t want to listen to any more lies today. I’ve had enough already. I wouldn’t have expected this from you of all people. To betray me like this. How could you tell him? I hate you!”

  She entered her room and closed the door behind her. Now she didn’t even have anybody whose shoulder she could cry on. To know that her best friend had betrayed her was more than she could bear.

  On the drive down from Sonoma, she’d already cried more than her fair share of tears. She wouldn’t shed another tear, not for him and not for her best friend either.

  She opened the door again and stormed into the kitchen. As soon as she opened the freezer, she realized that except for a half-eaten bag of waffles, it was empty.

  “Where the hell is my ice cream?” she yelled furiously. Holly made the smart decision not to reply to her.

  Sabrina needed her comfort food, and she needed it now before she went into major meltdown. She knew she was holding on by a mere thread. Grabbing a twenty dollar bill from her purse, she ran for the door. She could make it down to the corner store and back. Just a few more minutes.

  After running down the stairs, she yanked the building door open and froze. She hadn’t expected him to come after her, not this fast anyway.

  “Sabrina.” Daniel’s voice was soft and pleading. His hair was windswept. He’d obviously not bothered drying it before he’d jumped into the car to follow her.

  “Leave me alone.”

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sp; She knew that her face was tearstained and tried to turn away from him. But he was faster and took her by the shoulders before she could escape.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t out to hurt you. Come back to me. I need you.”

  Sabrina struggled to shake off his hands, but he didn’t release her. “Let me go.”

  “I’m sorry, I should have told you earlier, but I was so afraid you’d run away without giving me a chance. Sabrina, I’m in love with you, and I know you feel something for me too.”

  She looked straight into his face and suddenly knew how she could get rid of him. She’d have to lie, but what difference would one more lie make?

  “I feel nothing for you. This was all about sex for me.” She noticed his facial expression harden. “All I wanted was an adventure, and you provided it. I never put my heart in it.”

  When she felt his grip loosen and his hands fall off her shoulders, she knew he’d gotten the message. She was free. He wouldn’t pursue her any longer.

  “If that’s what it was …” He seemed cold now, unapproachable.

  “Yes, that’s what it was,” she confirmed. Two seconds later, she slipped back into the building and shut the heavy door behind her. But she couldn’t make it past the first flight of stairs before she collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably.

  In a few months, he’d be all but a distant memory. She’d have to put this behind her. Even though he’d said that he loved her, she knew it wasn’t true.

  ***

  The next day, Sabrina called in sick. A day later, she still couldn’t face seeing anybody and stayed home again.

  When the door bell rang in the afternoon, she was still in her bathrobe. Holly was out.

  “Who is it?” she cautiously answered the intercom. If it was Daniel, she wouldn’t open.

  “Courier with a letter for a Ms. Sabrina Parker. I need a signature.”

  She buzzed him up, and a few moments later, the bicycle messenger was at her door. She signed for the envelope and went back inside.