Seven Days With Her Boss
By: Penny WylderI lost track of everything, really.
“Right,” I reply, shaking my head, trying to clear it.
“You’ll find the payment in your bank account already,” he adds. The site we used sets up payments automatically, direct deposits so that you know clients won’t skip out on the bill.
I just earned $1,000 in one hour. It’s a high-end site that really vets its escorts. Yet still, it seems almost unfair that he just paid me for the hottest hour of my life.
I sit up and his eyes dart straight to my body again. I realize I’m still naked, just in my thong now. Yet somehow, I don’t feel self-conscious the way I normally would. After what he just did to me… It feels natural to stand naked before him. To revel in the way his gaze eats up my body.
“I’m glad you were my first client, Giovanni,” I tell him. After all, he was honest with me before. He deserves the same in response. “I couldn’t have asked for a better introduction.”
His mouth curls into a wider smile. “I’m glad, Corbella.” He’s lingering at this point. Not anxious to get out the door, even though he’s already dressed. I wonder if I stepped closer to him right now, reached for him, what would happen… Would he forget about our boundaries, about the time and the money, and just fuck me like he so clearly wants to?
Somehow, I doubt it. He’s too in control–not just of me, but of himself, too. He doesn’t let go, he doesn’t ever lose command.
Besides, those boundaries are important. I need to maintain them. This is a professional relationship, a working one. He’s hiring me for the hour, nothing more.
So why is he still here, watching me with those hungry eyes?
I open my mouth, to say what exactly, I’m not sure. But he speaks first.
“I’d like to see you again.”
Another shiver races along my spine. “I’d like that, too.”
“But until I do, I don’t want you seeing anyone else.”
I hesitate, my eyes widening. Shit.
I don’t want to see anyone else either–not if every session with Giovanni could be like this one, mind numbing, paralyzing and hot as fuck all at once. But I can’t promise him that. I’m doing this for a reason.
My face falls, and his brow creases when he sees me frown. “I’m sorry, Giovanni. I can’t promise that.”
“I’ll pay you,” he counters, lifting an eyebrow. “Three thousand dollars a day, for the next three days. And then I’ll see you again.”
My mouth goes dry all of a sudden. I have other nibbles, other clients I’ve started talking to, but only a couple, and of those, I’m not sure they’ll come through. Even if I saw a client a day, I’d only be making one grand per day. And Giovanni’s offer is triple that.
But why? Why does he trust me so much, this woman he’s never met before? This… well, whore he hired off the internet?
“Why?” I ask, unable to help myself. “Why would you want to do that? You don’t know me.”
“Don’t I?” he counters, that single eyebrow still raised.
When I don’t reply because I’m not sure how to, he turns and reaches for the doorknob. “I’ll see you in three days, Corbella.”
It’s only once the door snaps shut behind him that I realize he never actually waited for my answer.
