But I had stopped having parties at my home every week, and instead, just had one a couple times a year. I found that I actually enjoyed the peace and quiet of my home much more than I thought I would. Every now and then, I’d bring a girl home. A girl like Abby that I wanted to groom for the business and on the rare occasion I would bring a girl home that I wanted to date. Those girls took more time to warm up to the idea, so I needed to show them what life was like in New York when you had money.
“Well, this is it,” I said as I opened my front door.
The city lights shone into the main room and brightened it up, even though no other lights were on in the room. I lived near Times Square, which was a bad choice of location for impressing the New York elite, but I loved it.
I loved the excitement of Times Square. I loved that there were people coming and going at all hours of the night. The excitement was energizing to me and gave me the drive to keep pushing forward on my next big project.
Abby made her way straight over to the floor to ceiling windows and looked out over the city. It was an impressive view, but I still loved to see the awe on people’s faces when they got to experience it for the first time.
“Do you like it?” I asked, standing close behind her.
“No,” Abby said as she turned around to face me.
Her comment caught me off guard, and I stood there stunned for a moment as I stared at her. She was a witty and funny girl that seriously made me laugh. I liked being around Abby and wanted to spend more time with her.
“No?” I laughed. “Why not?”
“It’s too bright.”
“Come with me.”
I held her hand and walked her down the hallway. We passed Kimberly’s room, and I made a mental note to check on her as soon as I had a free moment. When we got to my bedroom door, Abby hesitated for a moment, but I pulled her into the room with me. I didn’t want to make love to her, I just wanted to show her something. Well, actually, I did want to make love to her, but I was going to deny myself that pleasure for the time being.
Instead of looking at the view, we walked right into the bathroom, and I started the water in the giant bathtub.
“Are you taking a bath?” Abby asked.
“Nope. You are.”
“Um, I’m not taking a bath in a strange man’s home.”
I grabbed her and pressed her up against the glass enclosure to the shower. My hands pinned hers above her head, and I kept my lips about two inches away from hers. Intensely, I watched her to see what her reaction would be. Would she flinch and worry that I was going to hurt her? Would she press back? But no, she did neither; instead, she relaxed and let me look at her and enjoy the roundness of her lips.
Slowly, Abby licked her lips in what I had to assume was a deliberate ploy to entice me. I loved it. She was erotic, even if she wasn’t trying to be. I felt my body lust for her, and my mind vacillated with possibilities. She would make a great escort. Her ability to go with the flow, to entice me already; that was something I couldn’t teach a woman. But the problem I was having was that I wanted her so desperately. I wanted to feel her naked skin pressed up against mine and hear her moans as I thrust inside of her.
The problem was, I wasn’t willing to give her up to other men. At least, not yet. I wanted her for my own. It really didn’t happen very often that I met a woman I thought I wanted to keep for myself. But Abby was funny and witty, and that knocked me off of my game. A good businessman would have still recruited her, but I couldn’t help imagining the possibility of her being mine.
“I saw you dance for hours on stage, then another couple hours with me. You’ve been walking in the freezing weather without shoes, and you look exhausted. I’m insisting that you relax and enjoy a warm bath. We can continue after you’ve had a chance to sooth those sore muscles.”
Abby laughed at the thought of me giving up fucking her for the time being. I’m sure she had never experienced such a thing; a man who wanted her but wanted to make her feel good first. I was manipulative in my ability to get women to trust me; it was a special trait I had developed over the years. But the one key I had learned was to build trust. I could build that trust ten times faster if I refused to sleep with a woman on the first night I brought her home.
Another thing I had learned over the years was that women weren’t appreciated nearly as much as they should be. Sure, I wanted to show the girls who worked for me what a man should treat them like. But most of the time, I didn’t have a connection with a girl like I did with Abby. I purely wanted her to be comfortable and was genuinely willing to give up the idea of sleeping with her for the night if she wanted to just take a bath and go to bed.
Women expected men to be jerks. They have a long built-in history of men trying to get what they want from a woman as fast as possible. But whether I was grooming a girl to work for me or to live with me, I knew that not sleeping with her on the first night was an instant way to build up that rapport. I had to assume it worked the same way with a woman that I wanted to keep around for more than just a fling.
“Take a bath with me,” Abby said as she started to undress me.
I pulled away. That was taking it too far. I couldn’t refuse her if I were naked in a tub with her. I was a strong man, but even strong men had their weaknesses. If I felt her naked body pressed up against mine, there was no telling what I would do to her. I couldn’t help imagining how delightful her skin would feel next to mine, though.
“You take a bath and relax. You won’t be able to relax with me in there.”
Abby moved her hands to my belt as her lips pressed up against mine. I was frozen there with her. The touch of her body made it impossible for me to leave her. Every inch of me wanted to feel her against my skin. Every nerve needed to have the excitement of her hands on it.
“I … think … you … need … a … bath … too,” Abby said between soft kisses on my chest as she unbuttoned my shirt.
Fucking hell, there was no way I could walk away from her. Those deep blue eyes looked up at me as she slid my pants down to my knees. Her position had her lips directly in front of my throbbing cock as she removed the last bit of my clothing, and I stood still in anticipation of what she would do next.
If her lips wrapped around me, there would be no bath, no stopping me at all. I pressed my hips forward just a touch in the hope that she would take her pouty pink lips and wrap them around me. I wanted her mouth around my cock so desperately that my body ached for her.
But instead, she returned to standing and lifted her dress up over her head. Like a teenager, I fumbled to help her. But my coordination was gone as my body throbbed with a desire like no other I had experienced.
She teased me with her slow removal of each piece of clothing and her intense eye contact throughout the process. My body throbbed in reaction to her and pointed directly toward her. Oh, how I wanted to slide inside of her tight wetness. Oh, how I hated the idea of not sleeping with her, even for one night. One night without her seemed like an eternity, and I rushed to think through my plan again. Maybe it was a bad one, maybe living in the moment and showing her how passionate I was would be a better plan.
I laughed to myself at the thought. I had turned into one of my clients. Starting out the evening with no intention of becoming attached, then by the end of the night, I was willing to do anything to be with her. Whether Abby became an escort or not, she certainly was good at seduction. She had a skill that made me want to do absolutely anything to make her happy. I wasn’t sure if this was a deliberate skill or not, but it certainly would be useful if she went into the escort business.
She turned around and bent over the tub to feel the water. My cock pointed directly at her ass, and it took every bit of my willpower not to grab her hips and thrust myself inside of her. I literally took a step back to keep myself from giving in. I had to decide what I wanted to do with this girl. Her seductive powers were intense and I could make so much mone
y if she would come work for me; yet, at that moment, all I could think about was how much I would like to keep her.
“You need to get in that bath right now,” I teased as my cock pulsed with an urge that I didn’t know if I could control much longer.
“Oh, you don’t like being exposed to my heinous naked body?” Abby said with a smile.
Her eyes were intense as she turned and walked toward me. I felt her hip press against my throbbing member and took a deep breath in as the touch of her skin shot through my body. I kept my hands at my side, trying to resist her. But soon I was going to give in; I couldn’t last much longer.
“Yes, it’s so horrible. Please hide it from me in the bubbles of the water,” I said with a wink.
“You get in first,” Abby demanded.
For reasons that I can’t exactly figure out, I did as she asked and climbed into the bath. Her eyes, her naked body, my need to feel her next to me; it all collided, and I caved into my desires. There weren’t many times in my life where I felt like someone else was in control, but there in that bathroom, Abby had total control.
“Yes ma’am,” I teased her.
She climbing in and spread my legs so she could sit in front of me. I felt her hand reach back and grab my cock and push it up as her body pressed back against me. I thought I felt her stroke me just a little during the positioning of her body. But it could have just been my imagination since I wanted her hand to stroke me so desperately by that point.
I had never been so indecisive in all of my life when it came to a woman. Usually, I knew right away if I needed to sleep with her and pretend to be a boyfriend for a little bit before I got her into the business. But with Abby, I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of keeping her and bringing her into the new legitimate world I had been trying to make for myself.
Could it even be possible to keep my escort business from her? If I wanted to take her to business dinners and fancy charity events; she would be the perfect date. But how could I date her and keep the sordid business away from her? It would be near impossible to do, especially with Kimberly living in the house with me at the time.
As Abby leaned her head against my chest and melted into a relaxed state in the tub with me, I knew I needed to keep her for myself. There was just no way I could give up such an intense connection. She had to be mine. At least, for the time being, I would keep her just to myself.
Now the hard part came … I needed to refuse her for the evening. I had to resist every nerve in my body and the urge to be with her. It would establish such trust in me, such unwavering trust; and I needed that if I was going to try and keep the secret of my escort business from her.
Keeping secrets wasn’t something that I wanted to do. But the more I was with Abby, the more I was positive that she wouldn’t want to be with a guy who ran an escort business. I had been planning to get out of the business anyways, there was no reason I shouldn’t expedite that process and make it happen. Well, there was one big reason: money. The escort business was extremely lucrative and certainly the main reason I had a nice condo and the ability to start other companies. I wasn’t sure I was ready to give up all that money yet.
Finally, I decided I would just have to lie to her and hope when the day came that she found out the truth; Abby would forgive me. She seemed like the kind of girl that could forgive a man if she loved him.
I couldn’t believe the thoughts that were running through my head while I had Abby in my arms. Love, happily ever after, those weren’t things I normally thought of, but my mind felt like a pile of oatmeal as I tried to think straight with her naked body pressed up against me.
Chapter 7
ABBY
Theo was killing me! I had finally decided I had a guy that I would sleep with and could barely get the guy to touch me. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I was going to make him give in eventually.
He kept his hands on the side of the bathtub and tried not to touch me. It was cute and yet annoying all at the same time. I knew he wanted me. I felt the pulsing hardness of his body behind me. Yet he kept refusing to let things move forward. He was resisting the best that he could but certainly didn’t understand the kind of power I had.
As I pressed my ass back against him in the soapy water, I grabbed a hold of his cock and let my hand rub up and down the shaft a couple of times. He couldn’t hide the fact that he wanted me. His body looked like it could explode at any moment from anticipation. But why on earth did he want to take a damn bath?
Of course, my body wanted to feel the warm water on my sore muscles, though. I couldn’t remember the last time I had actually taken a warm bath. It might have been over a year since I had enjoyed such pleasure. It wasn’t very often that I stayed at a guy’s house that I felt comfortable enough to take a bath. Not to mention that most men just didn’t keep that clean of a house, and I wouldn’t want to put my body into their dirty bathtubs.
Theo’s house was spectacular, though. It was clear that his businesses were doing very well, and he likely had a maid that took care of the cleaning around his large condo. I counted three bedrooms as we walked down the hallway, plus we were on the top floor of the building. Penthouse apartments in New York City weren’t cheap at all, and Theo’s place was officially the most expensive place I had been in since arriving in New York.
But why on earth did Theo want to let me relax instead of just throwing me in his bed and having his way with me? In my experience, people always wanted something. Typically, it was so overt that anyone could figure out what it was that a guy wanted. But with Theo, I really couldn’t read him yet and certainly couldn’t figure out what he wanted from me.
As I leaned back against his body, though, I couldn’t help giving in to the relaxation that came over me in the tub. Theo wrapped his arms around me finally, held me up next to him, and I closed my eyes as my head rested on his chest.
My body was exhausted. Not just from one day of working since early in the morning. But I was just physically and emotionally exhausted. I wanted so desperately to help my sisters back at home in Wichita. I wanted so desperately to have enough money to keep them in our family home. I knew I couldn’t save my parents antique store, there would never be enough money for that, but I had to come up with enough to save the house.
Their little antique business had sat abandoned for the last few years, and the lean on it had prevented my sisters from even going in there and trying to sell off the inventory. It was a catch twenty-two. They couldn’t have the inventory unless they paid the back taxes, and they couldn’t pay the back taxes without selling the inventory. Their desperate effort to work and try to pay things off had only resulted in them both working minimum wage jobs and hardly being able to support themselves. It was exhausting just to think about how much money I needed to come up with. It would have to be almost a quarter of a million dollars if I wanted to save both the home and the business for my sisters. I hated not being able to help them. They weren’t the type of girls that could live in New York or do the things I had done. Bailey and Samantha were sweet and innocent, and I wanted them to stay that way.
As I let my body relax with Theo, I had to let go of the worry about my sisters. I had to forget about them for just a moment as I felt his arms around me. My life was always busy, and I spent so much time worrying; it was a nice feeling not to have to worry for a little bit.
It was good to feel wanted by a man. To feel his desire for me. It gave me energy, and I felt power over my situation. Theo’s desire for me was something that I couldn’t explain, though. I could tell that he wanted me, but yet he was being so polite and trying not to push himself on me. I wasn’t used to that level of willpower from a man.
“Let’s go to bed,” I whispered after we had been in the bath for twenty minutes or so.
“Yes, I’m exhausted.”
I climbed out of the bath, and my head swirled with dizziness. I lost my balance and was about to
fall straight to the ground if it had not been for Theo. He had jumped out of the bath and with quick reflexes had caught me before any damage was done.
Even soaking wet, Theo was able to hold onto me and prevent my fall. It was impressive just how quickly he had jumped out of the tub and realized that I wasn’t doing well. I officially added insightfulness to his long list of positive traits.
“Wow, you’re fast.”
“And you’re exhausted,” Theo said as he steadied me on my feet. “Let’s get you dried off.”
His hands worked the plush towel diligently around my body as he dried me off. I was in a bit of a daze from the combination of exhaustion, alcohol, and warm water. So I let him. I let his hands work around my body and dry me off, and then I followed him to his giant bed.
He crawled in and then patted the sheets next to him. I had to smile at the expression on his face; he looked so damn sweet as he held the blankets back and urged me to climb in.
“I’m not a puppy,” I giggled.
“Come here Abby,” Theo demanded in a low and sexy voice.
I obliged and climbed into bed next to him. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I pulled his body down on top of mine. I was exhausted but couldn’t wait to feel his muscular frame moving on top of me. This man was by far more than I ever thought I would find in New York; I didn’t know what I was going to do with him in the long term, but for that night, I wanted to make love to him.
Our mouths moved in perfect motion with one another and then I felt Theo pull away and turn the side table lamp off. I waited for him to climb on me and anticipated his hands, or his lips, as he would press against me. But my anticipation was met with nothingness.
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