January (Calendar Girl Book 1)

by Audrey Carlan

  Lying together, I curved into his chest. “So, tell me something...”

  Wes chuckled. “Could you be more specific?”

  I shrugged. “Tell me anything, something about you.” With one finger, I traced circles over his abdomen and pecs.

  He sighed. “Huh, well, you know I love to write movies.” I nodded. “And surf.” He winked and I grinned. “You met my parents, and my nanny. Well, she was my nanny when I was a boy, now she runs the house.”

  “Ms. Croft?”

  He nodded. “What else is there?”

  I looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Uh, a lot. Do you have any siblings?”

  “A sister. Older than me. Married, no kids yet. She’s a grade school teacher. Husband’s the principal at the school.”

  “That pretty much answers how they met.” I waggled my eyebrows, and he winked. “What’s her name?”

  “Jeananna. How about you? Any sibs?”

  I laughed at his slang term. “Yeah, Maddy, well, Madison. Younger by five years. She’s nineteen and attending school in Las Vegas.”

  “So why’d you move out here?”

  I snuggled in closer to him. “Needed a change. And I thought acting was my calling. Still do, but…” I didn’t want to go into my life story.

  “But?” he prompted and I shook my head. “If you wanted to be an actress, how did you end up an escort?”

  “Money.” I shrugged. “You’re my first, you know,” I confided. He turned towards me so we were facing one another. His face filled with confusion. “My first client,” I finished.

  “Ah, and how’s it going so far?” he smiled.

  I feigned nonchalance. “Eh, ‘bout a seven out of ten, I’d say.”

  He rolled over on top of me, pinning my arms to the side. “Hey!” I chided with a big smile plastered across my face.

  “A seven! You give me a seven even though you have nothing to compare it to?” He laid a messy kiss against my lips. His hands stroked down my ribs and started wriggling. Instantly, I howled with laugher. Once he saw how ticklish I was, he went for gold, digging into my ribs, waist, and thighs until I was thrashing around, screaming for him to stop, laughter contorting my vision.

  “Admit it? I’m a big, fat ten!” He slowed then stopped his torture.

  “Okay, okay,” I took deep breaths of blessed air into my lungs. “I’ll say you’re a solid eight.” He wiggled his fingers again. “Okay a nine!” I screamed, and he continued his assault. “Nine point five!” He stopped.

  “Nine point five, room for improvement…” His eyes sparkled with mirth. “I’ll take it and turn it into a ten before the month is over!”

  ***

  For the next few days, I was left alone because Wes was working in his studio on Honor Code. He still came home each night. We’d share dinner together, watch a movie, or he’d read a book. Then later he’d ravish me before one of us had to get up and go to our own room. The routine worked better than I’d imagined it would. I had a lot of fun, and an even more phenomenal sex, without the risk of pesky emotions getting in the way. This escort business kicked ass.

  I flopped over to the side of the bed after giving Wes one helluva ride.

  “Now that, sweetheart, that was a fucking ten!” he praised. Laughing, I pinched his nipple playfully. “Ouch! Hellcat!”

  “You’re crazy, you know that?” He leaned over and kissed me, a hand sliding into my hair pulling me on top of him. “Again?”

  “Can’t help it, you make my dick harder than a surfboard,” He licked into my mouth and squeezed the fleshy handle at my hip.

  “Did you seriously just compare your dick to a surfboard?”

  He stopped kissing me and looked at me, a serious set to his gaze. “I did, didn’t I?”

  I nod, my eyebrows rising toward my hairline.

  “Your body makes me stupid. I forget how to string two words together,” he offered as an excuse.

  “Whatever! I’m sore and need sleep. So get up, and mosey your sexy ass back to your bedroom.” I slid off him once more and face planted into the pillow, snuggling into the comforter.

  Wes’s hand slid up and down my back. “Did you forget something, sweetheart?” he said, humor coating every word. I opened one eye as he stared down at me. “You’re in my bed,” he finished with a smirk.

  “Damn it all to hell in a handbasket,” I huffed, throwing the covers back and hopping out of bed as he got comfortable.

  Stomping out of his room completely bare-ass naked, I heard him call out. “Tomorrow is brunch with my folks. Be ready at ten!”

  “Bite me!” I yelled over my shoulder. Just as I turned the corner toward my room, I ran right into Judi.

  Her eyes went wide as she took in my naked form. “Blimey, dearest me!” she gasped then covered her eyes. The surprise brought out her accent in spades.

  I cringed then rushed around her. “Sorry Ms. Croft, didn’t mean to scare you like that,” I offered. Down the hall I could hear Wes, the rat bastard, laughing his ass off. He must have heard me get caught by Judi. Great. She already thinks I’m a hired whore, now I’ve proven it.

  ***

  “You’re looking lovely this afternoon, Mia,” Wes’s mother praised, pulling me into a hug. It was an odd sensation having a motherly type hug me as if she genuinely wanted to give her affection.

  “Thank you, Mrs. Channing. Your home is very beautiful.” She smiled and I looked around the sunroom that was set up for Sunday brunch. A steward offered me a mimosa in a crystal champagne flute.

  I took a look around at the room. It was decorated with elegance and luxury in mind. Rich golds and cream tones were paired with burgundy and navy throughout the décor. The table was set with pristine white china, a lace pattern crafted into the edge. More silverware than needed for three courses flanked each plate. A lush bouquet of roses sat in the center of the table giving it a summery feel even though it was January. I guess it didn’t really matter, LA wasn’t the Midwest. Like back home in Vegas, we didn’t have crazy cold days where the temperature dropped below zero. I’m pretty sure it’s never been below thirty degrees. At least it hasn’t in my twenty-four years of life. Hell, I’ve only seen snow a couple of times myself.

  “There you are!” A smiling blonde rushed in. A tall, very slim man with tortoiseshell glasses trailed behind her.

  “Hey, sis,” Wes greeted her, then pulled the pretty woman into his arms. She drew back and clasped his jaw.

  “Lookin’ good, Wes.”

  Wes smiled wide. Wider than I’d seen other than when he was tickling me. “Sis, I’d like you to meet my friend, Mia.” He placed a hand low on my back.

  I held out my hand. “Hi, Jeananna, right?”

  She nodded and shook my hand. “So…” she drew out the word looking at her brother then at me. “Friend, eh?”

  Wes chuckled. “Yes, Sis, friend.” He emphasized the word ‘friend’.

  She rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she said as her blonde hair bobbed and her green eyes sparkled with happiness.

  After full introductions were done and we were at the table, that’s where the fun really began.

  “So Mia, what is it that you do?” Jeananna asked me. “Did you two meet on the job?”

  I looked over at Wes and could see he was at a loss for words. “You could say that,” I hedged shoveling in a bite of quiche.

  Without preamble, Claire Channing butted in. “Oh please. Of course you met on the job. Mia’s an escort. I picked her out myself. Don’t I have the best taste, Wes?” Claire’s tone was nonchalant, unbothered by the fact that in normal circumstances, it was unusual to pick out an escort for your son. Definitely high on the bizarre-meter. .

  Jeananna’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re a call girl?”

  Both Wes and I spoke at the same time. “What did you say?” I said as Wes scolded, “No she’s not!”

  I blanched. That quiche suddenly felt heavy in my gut. “So you’re not sleeping with my brother?” sh
e asked not a hint of malice to her tone. She could’ve been asking about the weather.

  “Um…” I started to respond.

  “That’s none of your business.” Wes stood and threw his napkin on the table. Redness colored his cheeks and neck. “I will not have you insinuate such hateful things about Mia.”

  Jeananna stood up and ran around the table. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional! I just heard the word escort and you know, came to the wrong conclusion. I didn’t mean anything by it.” She worried her lip.

  Claire stood up, “Now, now, Jeananna didn’t mean any harm. It was a simple mistake,” she placated but Wes wasn’t having it.

  “Not simple,” he grated. “Mia is my friend, and she may have been hired to help me get through a month’s worth of tedious lunches, dinners, and events, but she’s not a lady of the night.” His eyes snapped to mine. “Sorry, sweetheart,” his eyes shone bright with remorse. I knew then I had to make it right.

  I took a deep breath in. “Look, it was a simple mistake. I thought the same thing when my Aunt Millie broached the subject. But I decided to give it a shot, and I’m glad I did. Meeting Wes, and now you all has been quite the highlight of the experience for me.” Claire’s eyes warmed and she took her seat, as did Jeananna after she hugged her brother. “Besides, have you seen the shoes I scored?” Right then I turned in my seat and put my leg out to the sky like my dance teacher taught me to do back in high school. “Hot as hell!”

  Claire’s hand went over her mouth, covering her laughter. Jeananna looked at my heels with a hint of envy. Her husband didn’t say anything but stared at my leg as if it held the answers to the universe, and Wes’s dad clapped him on the shoulder with a “Well done, Son!”

  “Anyway, I want to know more about you guys.” I changed the subject and took a sip of my champagne and OJ. “Wes here tells me you’re a teacher, and you’re a principal. How does that work out?”

  The rest of the afternoon went off without a hitch. Claire and Weston, the Second, along with Jeananna and her husband, Peter, shared story after story of Wes as a baby and growing up in the Channing family. I laughed more in that afternoon than I had in the last year. The lighthearted vibe was almost too much to bear for someone like me who never had a real family unit myself. It had always been my drunk father, and my baby sister, Maddy, who I spent most of my childhood and teen years raising. Even though I knew Daddy loved us more than anything, he could never stop his gambling or drinking away the memories of what our life had been when Mom was around.

  When we left, Claire made Wes promise to bring me back next Sunday. He agreed. As we made our way to his Jeep, he hugged me to his side and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. “That was fun, you know?”

  I smiled back, warmth filled my heart to bursting. “It was. One of the best days I’ve had in a long time. Thank you for bringing me.”

  He grinned and winked. “Anytime, sweetheart. They liked you.”

  I buckled up and looked out the window as he drove out the gates back down the winding road out of their posh neighborhood.

  “I liked them. Very much. You have a cool family. You’re lucky.”

  His lips turned down into a frown. “What’s your family like?” he asked so softly I could barely hear him over the sound of the wind whipping my hair around.

  Leaning back, I watched the beach in the distance and the waves crashing over the shore. “My sister Maddy is amazing. She’s brilliant. Going to be a scientist. I spent most of my time growing up taking care of her.”

  “Where were your parents?”

  “Parent,” I corrected. His eyes shot to mine briefly. Within them I could see remorse and sadness. Not for himself, but for me. I turned away. “My mom was a showgirl in Vegas. Left my Dad and us girls when I was ten, Maddy only five.”

  Wes worried his thumb nail but kept his eyes on the road. “She never came back?”

  “Nope,” I shook my head. “And because of that, my dad started drinking. A lot. Gambling, even more.”

  He grabbed my hand and twined our fingers together before pulling it against his lips kissing the top of my hand. “Is that why you’re doing what you’re doing?”

  I could’ve lied and told him some made up bullshit story, but that would’ve ruined what we had—the complete and perfect honesty we’d come to rely on in order to make this situation work for us both. Instead of responding, I just nodded.

  “Want to tell me about it?” His tone was soft and pleading.

  It was too soon. I wasn’t ready to share my burden with someone. He was such a good guy he’d just want to fix it. Pay off the debt or something crazy. It’s my problem. My father and my own constant desire to save him. I have to be the one to do this.

  “Will you tell me someday?”

  “Yes,” and that was as much as I could promise for now.

  Chapter 6

  “Wake up, sweetheart,” I heard right before the tingling burn of Wes’s hand met the bare skin of my ass.

  “Jesus, Christ,” I jumped up grabbing at the comforter to cover my unmentionables. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I yelled.

  I was greeted with a grin instead of an apology. “Come on, get your suit on and some comfy clothes. We’re hitting the beach!” Wes exclaimed, clearly thrilled with the prospect of a new day and visiting the coast.

  He’d been working his ass off the past week. I only saw him late in the evening, excluding one unbearably boring business dinner. Though in the meantime, I’ve had lunch with Jennifer Underwood, the director’s wife on his current movie, and Wes’s mother, Claire. Everyone seems to be taking things in stride. Wes didn’t have a problem with it either. Said it was great I was making new friends while he was busy. He seemed to be more concerned with me being bored all day rather than the potential blurring of any emotional lines by me hanging out with his family and getting close to his coworker’s wife.

  “What do you mean we’re going to the beach? You realize it’s January and cold as hell?” I pulled the comforter over my head and slouched back into the cozy hidey hole it offered.

  I felt the mattress dip, caging me in. Wes pulled the blankets off my head and did a ninja-like maneuver getting both of my hands locked over my head with one hand. He leaned down and kissed me, slow, wet, and so deep my toes curled. The space between my thighs started to heat and throb. Jesus, the man could kiss. He pulled the blanket further down and nudged at my nipples, first with his nose, then pulling one tip into his mouth, drawing from it.

  “Now, this is how you wake a girl,” I said through a low moan.

  He rewarded me with deep, penetrating suction from his mouth against my breast. “I’ll remember that next time. If I get you off, will you be in a better mood?” His tongue came out and flicked just the tip of my nipple while playing with it. The fingers of his other hand plucked and twisted my breast’s twin.

  I nodded dumbly, too lost in the sensation that was building, a slow burn that made me weak and incapable of speech.

  He chuckled against my breast. “If I put my mouth on you, give you the relief you seek, will you do what I say?”

  It was impossible to deny him. With his mouth and fingers worshipping my tits, I couldn’t help but give him anything he asked. “Yes, God yes!” I moaned. His head moved from my breast down my ribs where he bit and nibbled, along the center of my abdomen, until he was there. Right there, giving me all that I wanted and more. Wes could have been a gold medalist in the art of cunnilingus. He knew exactly when to give, when to bite, nip, suck, lick. And he did it with finesse. .

  Bite.

  Nip.

  Suck.

  Lick.

  Followed by a swirl and flattening his tongue as he rubbed around the center of my pleasure over and over until I broke. My body arched, hands flying into his hair to hold him against my wet flesh. He growled as he ate, lost in the moment as much as I was. Possibly even more by the way he plunged his cock into me.

  We didn’t make i
t to the beach for another hour.

  When we arrived, we were met by another man, a surf instructor named Amil.

  “You brought me here so I could watch you guys surf?” I asked immediately after shaking the hand of Mr. Surftastic. My tone was not pleasant.

  Wes looked at Amil, then at me, and grinned. His smirk was mischievous, and I knew in that moment that I was in for it.

  “No, as a matter of fact, I brought you here because we are going to surf. Amil is going to help me show you the ropes. He also has all the equipment and ladies’ wetsuits. He runs the Surf Shack farther down the beach.” He pointed to a spot far off on the horizon.

  I looked at Wes, his blond hair blowing in the chilly morning air. A sparkle in his green eyes made them look almost emerald in the early light of day. He was as sweet on the eyes as the heavenly waves hitting the beach.

  “You’re serious then?”

  He nodded and gestured to Amil. The instructor turned around, giving me an amazing view of his tanned muscled back, and pulled out a wetsuit that looked to be about my size. “Should fit. You’re what, five ten, a hundred and forty pounds?”

  “Five nine, and didn’t your mother teach you that you don’t ever discuss weight with a woman?”

  Amil shook his head and laughed. “Can’t say that she did.”

  “She fell down on her job,” I said deadpan. “It’s rude, and women hate it. You married?” He shook his head. “Girlfriend?” He shook his head again, still grinning. “Case in point.” I clapped my hands together as if I’d just proven Einstein’s theory of relativity.

  Wes laughed out loud beside me. “She’s right, dude,” Wes said. I was a little taken aback by his use of the very Californian word. Not that Wes wasn’t a cool guy, he was. Very much so. It’s just, he’s always had a bit of formality.