mood.
“I’m sorry for bringing it up. I just never thought a man like you would have to pay for company. You clearly are a very well to-do man. You could have anyone.” My own self-conscious issues begin to float to the surface, even though I’m trying to put my best foot forward.
“Madeline, the problem is…” he pauses again and lets out a deep breath. “Those women know who I am. They want me for one reason and that is my money. With you, I know from the get go you aren’t here trying to marry me and take my money. You aren’t someone who is here trying to replace my wife or be some kind of socialite trophy. It’s an up front agreement. It’s no expectations of a happily ever after or more children.” Thinking about what he is saying makes sense. He wants companionship in his own private way. Which I don’t blame him for, by any means. I can’t imagine having woman after woman trying to constantly replace the woman he spent his life with.
“You seem like a really great guy, Brian. And you deserve to be happy.” I smile and think of my own happiness and finally going after what I want in life. Just like he is, even if it is in a strange way.
We walk up and down the beach, holding hands and talking about everything from his son’s Ivy League education to my own ex-husband. I never thought when I put that ad up I would end up in this position. And if I am being completely honest with myself, I prayed for some kind of raunchy sex out of the deal. I can’t remember the last time I had a man throw me against the wall and nail me like a barely legal co-ed.
As we make our way to the back stairs leading to his deck, Brian pauses and faces me. He’s a tall man, standing well over six feet. I glance up at him waiting for him to spill whatever it is he’s been distracted about during our walk.
“I really enjoy your company. I think our evening together has been absolutely amazing. This is the first time I’ve actually wanted to say this to a woman I’ve paid to spend time with me, but never once has it gotten to this.” His tongue glides across his bottom lip and his hand rests on my hip. “I’d like to spend the rest of the evening with you. Upstairs in my bedroom. I don’t care about the money or the cost, I just want you, Madeline.”
I never thought after the evening we’ve spent together that Brian would actually ask me to stay and spend the night with him. Frankly, I thought he was going to be a complete creep and I would be running from his house within the first twenty minutes I was there. My heart slams against my chest and I can feel my breathing quicken. Little did I know it, but I had completely broken out in a sweat while trying to keep my cool. Only me, I want to laugh to myself.
“Yes, Brian. I’d like that.” The words come effortlessly and I am shocked by it. In the back of my mind, had I been paid for the evening or not, his bedroom is exactly where I would want the night to end.
“How about two thousand dollars in cash? Condoms are a must and you stay until after I feed you breakfast. Sound like a deal?” When he says two thousand dollars, I am pretty sure I almost faint. I shouldn’t want to stay and do this, but he isn’t just some random man at this point. He is a gentleman. Brian is someone I can see staying in my life for the long term.
“Okay,” I whisper with uncertainty. My already erratic heartbeat doubles and I am unsure I will be able to actually go through with this.
“I’m just as nervous as you, Madeline. I’ve never done this. Heck, I haven’t been with anyone since my wife, and gosh it’s been years…” His admission makes me look at him in a different manner. My eyebrows furrowing must give me away because he begins to reassure me before I can even get a word in. “You are different. You make me want you in a way I’ve never wanted any of those other women. Ever.” His hand reaches up and brushes a lose strand of hair away from my face. His
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