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Walking out to the kitchen, I double-check everything, swipe my keys off the counter and head to the front door. Locking up, I hear someone clear their throat behind me. “I think you should wear a bell to notify me when you sneak up.”
“I’ll be accompanying you, Miss Maxwell.”
I intake a sharp breath. “You can wait outside.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Grayson opens the passenger door and waits until I’m inside.
The ride to the hotel isn’t too long, maybe fifteen minutes. There’s a nervous flutter vibrating through me. I have my regular clients, and I’m always a little nervous when I meet someone for the first time. But work is work. I sit in the car for a moment to get my nerves up and focus on what I have to do. I close my eyes and take several deep breaths. “Okay,” I say as I work myself up to become the woman the new client needs. I fix my pigtails again, pull my shoulders back and get out of the car. Grayson follows. “Please,” I say as I indicate for him to not follow me.
This is hard enough as it is. The fact I’m developing feelings for Bennett almost makes me feel like I’m cheating on him. But the reality is, he knows what I do.
“I understand.”
We both enter the hotel and walk over to the elevator. I hit the button and wait until the doors open. I’m getting a few looks from some of the people, judging me by my pigtails, bright red lips, heels and socks. We get to the floor, and both exit the elevator. I just need to find the room. “Stay here,” I say pointing to a spot opposite to where I need to be.
Grayson stands against the wall, his hands clasped in front of his body.
Fuck, I really don’t want to do this. I should turn around and leave. Instead, I knock on the door. I wait a second, then the door opens. The man, maybe in his late fifties, smirks. He looks me up and down and licks his bottom lip. “Yep,” he says as he steps back.
I walk into the room. “Hi,” I say as I loosen the tie around my coat and let it fall open.
“God damn it, you’re fucking beautiful.”
I quickly scan the room and see lines of cocaine on the small table, an array of sex toys on the bed, and a bottle of vodka with the lid off and a portion already missing. Fuck, my gut churns with desperation. I’ve been in situations like this in the past. My quick thinking has always saved me, so I know I can defuse the situation if need be. “Thank you,” I say as I take my coat off. I look at the chair closest to the door and indicate toward it. “May I?” I motion my coat and bag.
“Please.” He unfastens the top few buttons of his dress shirt, then rolls his sleeves up as he watches me walk to the chair, place my coat down, and put my bag over it. It’s a tactic. If anything happens, swoop up my bag and my coat, and run. “Come sit on my lap.” He sits in front of the lines of cocaine and pushes the chair back to accommodate both of us. He taps his thigh and licks his bottom lip again while eye-fucking me. I walk over and sit on his lap. He instantly leans in to kiss me, and the smell of alcohol burns my nostrils. “Hmm. You taste like a little girl.”
Balk. I try my hardest not to throw up in my mouth. “Do you like what I’m wearing?” I ask as I soften my voice to make it sound more innocent.
“Sir,” he corrects. “You’ll call me sir.”
“So, you like what I’m wearing, sir?” I play with the collar of my light blue shirt that’s tied at the waist into a knot. Slowly, I trail my fingers down to my plaid mini skirt, forcing him to keep an eye on my body.
“Does my dirty little girl like to party?” He looks toward the lines of cocaine. I turn to see the remnants of the lines he’s clearly already snorted.
“No, sir, I’m not the partying kind.”
“Really? Because with an ass and tits as tight as yours, I think you’re lying.”
He’s getting creepier. But still, this is part of it all. “No, sir, I don’t party.” I flutter my eyelids at him trying to be the innocent school girl he requested.
He looks over toward the bed and jerks his chin at the toys. “I want to spank you, while you’re wearing a butt plug.” This isn’t what was agreed upon. It was supposed to be straight sex, no extras. He leans over me and snorts two lines with a rolled-up bill. “Here.” He offers me the bill.
“No, sir.” I shake my head.
He grabs onto my pigtails and thrusts my head down to the drugs. “I said have some. You wouldn’t want to upset your teacher, would you?” He pushes my head further.
“I said no,” I say more firmly. If I don’t get the upper hand, this is going to escalate quickly. I’ve got some moves, and I’ll be able to put him on his ass, but when drugs and alcohol are involved, these fuckers seem to have super strength.
He pushes my head further down; my nose is only a mere inch from the drugs. “May I have a drink please, sir?”
He instantly releases my hair and I sit up. Grabbing the bottle of vodka, I stand and walk over to the bed. I take a small sip, making sure to spit most of it back into the bottle without him noticing. I lick my lips and stand as innocently as I can with my knees angled in and my right hip higher than my left. He unzips his pants and shoves his hand in to pull out his cock. I’m sure it’s somewhere there in his hand, I just can’t see it. “Pick one of those.” He eyes the toys on the bed.
“That wasn’t agreed to so, no, I won’t be doing that. We can have fun without those.”
He stands and stalks over toward me. Grabbing my neck, he forcefully throws me on the bed totally exposing my back. “You’ll do what the fuck I want, you fucking whore!”
This is escalating too fast. “Stop!” I yell.
He turns me over and slams his fist into my face. A splitting pain echoes through the entire left side of my head. “You’re just a two-bit hooker, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I want you to.”
He manages another punch to my face and as I lift my hands to protect it, he delivers another blow to my stomach, winding me. “Stop!” I scream with everything I have.
“Fucking slut!” He grabs me by the hair and yanks me off the bed.
All the air has been knocked out of my lungs, weakening not only my voice but my strength, too. “Stop!” I scream. “No!”
He jams his damn shoe into my side before lifting his foot to smash down on my head. I close my eyes and bring my hands up to protect my head.
