Thor (Recherché #1)

by L. P. Lovell

  Copyright © 2016 by LP Lovell

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  This book is an original work of fiction. All of the names, characters, sponsors, and events are the product of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. Any similarities to actual events, incidences, persons, deceased or living, is strictly coincidental.

  Any opinions expressed in this book or solely those of the author.

  THOR

  Copyright ©2016 by LP Lovell

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  This book is a work of fiction, all names, characters, places, and events are the products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental.

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  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Kaden

  Excerpt from Tiger Shark

  Dear Reader

  Acknowledgements

  The Author

  My name is Thor Jameson. I’m the guy men want to be and women want to do.

  Am I arrogant? Of course. I have a successful business, a healthy bank account and women throwing themselves at me. The best part…those women are paying me.

  My name is Thor Jameson and I’m a male escort. No, I’m the male escort. My reputation for guaranteed satisfaction and utmost discretion is unrivalled. So much so that I now own Recherché, an elite escort agency. Whatever your tastes, we’ve got it covered.

  I’m selling your fantasy. Are you buying?

  “Can’t you just stay tonight?” I glance over my shoulder at April who is stretched out on the mattress, her peroxide blonde hair splayed over the pillow and her fake tits standing up like two fucking balloons. “I’ll give you an extra ten.” She purrs. A satisfied smile remains on her lips and her eyes are half closed in that post-orgasmic haze. I grab my jeans and yank them back on.

  “Sorry babe. You know that’s not my gig.”

  I find my discarded shirt and put it on. Her eyes remain fixed on my stomach as I fasten the buttons and disappointment paints her features.

  “Twenty.” She counters.

  I sigh. Twenty grand is no small amount of money, but I have rules that I have to follow. One of them is you do not spend the night, no matter how much they beg or how much money they offer. I’m an escort, not her boyfriend. I’ll go to any function with her, I’ll pretend to be her fella and I’ll make every person who meets me damn well believe it, but at the end of the night, I’m not. I clock out and I go home because this is a job. She is a job.

  She says nothing, instead sitting up and pulling on a satin dressing gown as she moves around the bottom of the monstrous sleigh bed. I pick up my wallet, phone, and keys off the bedside table and shove them in my pocket. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she steps close to me and scratches her perfectly manicured nails over the exposed skin of my chest. April Farley is in her early forties and has probably spent half her husband's fortune on plastic surgery and personal trainers, the other half she’s spent paying me to fuck her. She’s a good client, a little clingy, but that’s nothing new in this line of work. It’s my job to make her feel special, and women get attached to that notion.

  “He’s away again on Friday.” She says sliding her hands over my neck and cupping my face. I flash her a crooked smile and wind one hand through her hair, cupping her arse and yanking her towards me with the other. She gasps and a blush creeps over her face.

  “Then I’ll see you Friday.” I kiss her, allowing my lips to linger before I nip her bottom lip and let go. I turn and walk away without a backwards glance.

  This is what I do. Some people are good with numbers, others can play multiple instruments. Me? I can make any woman wet with a look. And that is a skill with an awful lot of power. April is married to some billionaire who travels all the time. She’s lonely, so she pays me fifty grand a month to make her scream, and scream…and scream. Hell, for that kind of money there’s not a lot I wouldn’t do, least of all blow my load in an attractive woman. Did I mention I love my job?

  I pull up outside my house and get out of the car. Maddox’s Mercedes and Kaden’s Porsche are both parked on the street, which means they’re here. It’s early evening and it’s just starting to get dark. They’re usually here for food, beer or both. I hop up the stone steps and shove my key in the door. The scent of pizza hits me the second I step inside. Wooden floorboards creak underfoot as I make my way down the long hallway to the back of the house. I bought this place a couple of years ago when the business started making big money. The top two floors are my living space, but the ground floor is for the agency. It’s completely kitted out with a living room, kitchen, two spare bedrooms with en-suites, office, gym and even a game room with consoles, pool table, and a bar.

  I open the door and find Maddox sitting on the couch laughing. Kaden is standing with both hands on his head looking like someone just killed his mother. The football is on the TV and there’s an open pizza box on the coffee table.

  “You should be used to be losing by now, dude.” Maddox rips him whilst sipping on his beer. I swear these guys practically live here. Xavier actually does live here, because he’s my best friend. But the man has a list of clients as long as my arm. Poor fucker pops viagra like smarties and is never home.

  “Hey, boss.” Maddox calls without tearing his eyes from the screen. Kaden moves past me and goes to the fridge, taking out a beer.

  “You guys do know it’s just a game?” I smirk as Kaden narrows his eyes at me and takes a seat at the breakfast bar. He’s the youngest guy I have at only twenty-one. I hired him because he’s so pretty I almost want to fuck him. He’s got the whole preppy model look down with the side swept dark hair and his baby blues. His book is almost full, with clients booked every night. The cougars fucking love him because he looks so damn innocent, but he works the young cocky player thing. He even has an old dear who pays him just to go and talk to her for an hour. The boy has a gift.

  Maddox on the other hand… he looks like every woman’s fantasy, and man’s for that matter. I’ve known him for years and he’s a raging whore. Men, women, whatever…if he’s attracted to them, he’s fucking them. Women take one look at him and lose their shit. He’s six four, covered in tats and facial hair. He wears his hair in a man bun most of the time and he looks like a motherfucking Viking. The two of them are like chalk and cheese.

  “Where’s Cora?”

  “New client.” Kaden mumbles, whilst keeping his gaze on the screen of his phone.

  When I started the agency it was simply an extension of what I was already doing. I had too many clients so I brought on Xavier, that was five years ago since then we took Maddox and Kaden as well. As the business has grown it’s had to evolve, so I brought on Cora, a female escort. She’s proving popular, to say the least, even getting hired by some of the wives that us guys fuck to see to their husbands. The sanctity of marriage and all that.
She’s the female version of Maddox. She’ll fuck anyone and do anything. I’m pretty sure she’s a nympho.

  Maddox gets up from his spot on the sofa and wanders over to the kitchen. He grabs a beer out of the fridge whilst glancing over Kaden’s shoulder.

  “Who you texting, squirt?” He says with a grin.

  “No one.”

  Maddox wiggles his eyebrows and snatches the phone, holding it above his head. He’s got half a foot on Kaden and the poor kid doesn’t stand a chance.

  “Give it back.” Kaden grumbles whilst trying to retrieve his phone.

  “Oh, who’s Lola?”

  “No one.”

  “Can’t wait for our date.” Maddox says in a girly voice.

  I roll my eyes. “You’re gonna learn the hard way kid.”

  “What?” He grates, still trying to get the phone. I walk up behind Maddox and snatch the phone back, handing it to Kaden.

  “That you can’t date in this game. Girls don’t like it when you plow through half the city to make rent.” He frowns, staring at the screen on his phone.

  “Why would you want to date when you can make a living out of fucking?” Maddox laughs, grabbing his crotch. “I mean I’ll take you to dinner if you let me fuck you after.” He says, shrugging one shoulder.

  “Fuck off.” Kaden holds his middle finger up. “See, you say shit like that and it makes it weird.”

  Maddox grabs him in a headlock, forcing his face near his crotch. “Is this weird? This isn’t weird is it, boss?”

  “Fucking. Dick.” Kaden struggles and punches him in the gut.

  “You know you want to pretty boy.” He says, letting out a booming laugh. I roll my eyes and head into the office. I have paperwork to do.

  I wake up, shower and dress in a plain black suit, white shirt, no tie. It’s way too early for this shit, but I have a meeting today with the new website designer.

  I walk into the kitchen and find Xavier sitting there in his suit trousers and immaculate white shirt. His dark hair is damp from the shower and a newspaper sits on the breakfast bar in front of him. A steaming cup of coffee is clutched in his hands.

  “Why the hell are you up this early?” I ask.

  He glances over at me and cocks a brow. “Flying to Dubai.”

  I tilt my chin up in acknowledgment. Xavier and I have been best friends for years, long before there even was an agency. He’d always been the sensible one, but in the blink of an eye, it all fell to shit. I was turning away clients so I asked him if he wanted the job. I needed someone with similar attributes to myself, attractive, confident, with sex appeal, but able to mingle with any of the upper class. This is our market and those are the people who pay the big bucks. He took on a lot of my clients, which allowed me to step back. I now only keep a handful. Xavier is booked every night and trust me, he makes a lot of fucking money.

  “You were out late last night.” I comment.

  “Client.”

  “Yeah well, go careful. You’ll wear your dick out at this rate.”

  He smirks, flicking his eyes up to mine. “I’m living the dream, remember?” There’s an edge to his voice. I know Xavier didn’t exactly envision his life going this way. He’s an intelligent guy with a glowing CV. He could be doing any number of successful jobs, but he’s doing this, a job that completely consumes you. There is no life outside of this. Your friends become the other guys. Relationships are impossible, and honestly even if you found some magical woman who didn’t care, the last thing you want to do when you get home is fuck someone else.

  These are all problems and yet Xavier won’t walk away, because short of being a brain surgeon, no job will ever match what he earns doing this, the lifestyle it affords him. There are a thousand guys who would love to take his place. He is living the dream.

  “Well, have fun in Dubai, dude. Send SJ the details and she’ll invoice.”

  He nods and focuses his attention back on the paper. I take my coffee and leave the flat.

  My secretary, Sarah-Jane is already in the office when I get downstairs. She’s typing away, her eyes firmly fixed on the screen.

  “You’re in early.” She comments. She’s my secretary, though in truth she runs the office for me. She’s only in her twenties, but she’s a feisty red-head who keeps all the guys in line.

  “I have a meeting.”

  “Well, while you’re here I need you to sign off on these.” She pauses in her typing and shoves a pile of papers towards me.

  I go through and read over each page before signing them at the bottom.

  “And you need to get another guy.” She looks over the top of her glasses at me. “I had to turn another new client away this morning.” She taps her finger over a client application form on her desk.

  “Kaden has space, send him.”

  She shakes her head. “Not suitable. It needs to be Xavier.”

  I frown and move over to her desk, picking up the piece of paper. “A wedding?” I ask incredulously.

  “Yes. Elodie Cross rang wanting to hire someone as a date.”

  “Expensive date.” I mumble. Unless of course, she’s wanting a guaranteed post wedding fuck. “When?”

  “Saturday.”

  “I’ll do it.” I tell her.

  Her gaze snaps to me, her eyes bugged wide. “You?” She asks incredulously.

  “I love a wedding. Free food, some champagne.”

  “And having to pretend you’re someone’s boyfriend all day…” She’s right, that is a fucking ball ache. “We both know you only work between the sheets.” She folds her arms over her chest and her eyebrow raises over the rim of her glasses.

  “That’s because I’m all about easy money. Tell her the charge will be time and a half. For my pain and suffering.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Try not to be an arse.”

  I lean over her shoulder to place the paper back on the desk. “Babe, I’m Thor Jameson. It’s because I’m an arse that they’re all so wet for me.” I say against her ear. She ducks and shoos me away from her.

  “Why any woman would sleep with you I don’t know.”

  I smile and spread my arms wide as I walk backwards across the office. “Five grand and you can find out.”

  “I was just sick in my mouth a little.”

  I laugh and shake my head as I take a seat at my desk. “Call that chick. I’ll meet her this afternoon.”

  I pick up the cup of coffee and bring it to my lips, watching the door to the coffee shop intently. I’ve been here five minutes and a few people have come and go. The door clicks open again and a tiny little brunette walks in. Her eyes scan the room, briefly stopping on me before skittering on nervously. A few seconds and she glances my way again. I never move, my gaze unwaveringly fixed on hers. I fight a smile as I watch her cheeks flush red and her eyes drop to the floor. She lingers near the door for a few seconds before seemingly plucking up the courage and walking over here. Coming to a stop at my table she grips the back of the chair across from me.

  “Are uh, are you, Thor?” Her voice hikes up at the end as though she’s unsure of the name.

  “Yes. And you are Elodie.” She looks at me again, reassessing.

  “Take a seat.”

  I kick the chair out and she slowly lowers into it. “I expected something different.” She blurts.

  “Oh? What were you expecting?”

  She hikes one shoulder. “Magic Mike.”

  I smirk. “I can’t dance.”

  “Okay well, I mean, this…” She gestures at my chest. “This is good too.” She swallows heavily and drops her hands to her lap, fidgeting.

  “Do I make you nervous?” I ask, adding just an edge of seduction to my voice.

  She looks up at me again and nods. The blush on her cheeks deepens until I can practically feel the heat coming off her from across the table. I hold her gaze, staring her down for long seconds before I crack a smile. “Good, I’m supposed to. It’s my job.”

  She releases a lon
g breath and drags a hand through her hair. “Well if it’s any consolation, you’re bloody good at it.” She fans her face.

  “I know.”

  “I’m a bit worried you might make the mother of the bride come in her pants.” Her eyes go wide and she slaps her hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, I did not just say that.”

  I snort. “Well, it can be arranged, for a fee of course.”

  She frowns. “Gross. No, I just need you to be a date for Poppy.”

  I narrow my eyes. “You want to employ me for someone else?” She nods. “Well, then it’s her I need to be meeting with.”

  She shakes her head. “She can’t know you’re a…” She waves her hand around.

  “Escort.” I finish for her.

  “Yeah, that.”

  I laugh. “I don’t know what you think this is, but I’m a professional. The women I work with are aware of exactly what I am.” I start to stand but her hand darts across the table, grasping my wrist.

  “Please. I’m just going to tell her that I know this guy and she should take him as her date. It’s not a complete lie, I do know you, I mean, we’ve met.” Her big brown eyes stare up at me and I slowly release a breath, leaning back in the chair again. Her hand falls away from my wrist and she snatches it back. “I’ll pay you double.”

  Looking at her, I want to say that she doesn’t have the money, but I’ve learned in this game to never underestimate anyone. In a city full of sugar daddy’s and trust fund baby’s, anyone might be a secret millionaire. “You are aware of my fee’s?” I say slowly. She nods.

  “She might want to meet you first.”

  This is not what I do. I should turn her down, stick to the rules. But what harm can it do? It’s just a wedding, and no matter how much money I earn, I will always be a businessman. Easy money is hard to turn down. “I work on a nightly rate.” I tell her.

  She waves me off. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.”

  “And payment is upfront.” A look of impatience crosses her face. Leaning down, she takes something out of her handbag. She places the brown envelope on the table and slides it in front of me. I pick it up and open it, revealing a wad of cash, probably about ten grand.