Escorting the Billionaire #1(10)

 

“I’m gonna miss you, too…but don’t be such a baby,” she said, tossing her curls over her shoulder and winking at me. “And if he lets you get in there…suck it hard, girl! Let him know what it feels like to have a real woman.”

 

“Okay,” I said, laughing. “I will suck it. Hard.”

 

“That’s a relief,” said a man’s voice, from near the door.

 

Jenny and I just looked at each other, eyes wide. Then she let out a whoop of laughter, and we both looked toward the door. And there stood a man, the most gorgeous one I’d ever seen. He had steel-blue eyes, dark hair, and massive shoulders underneath his suit.

 

He was exactly my type, and I didn’t have a type.

 

He was my worst nightmare, and I had to pretend that he was the best thing that had ever happened to me. For two weeks.

 

“Mr. Preston,” I said and forced myself to smile at him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

 

 

 

 

 

James

 

 

 

 

 

I was going to go out on a limb and assume that the brunette in the tasteful blue dress was my date and not the blonde with the semi-exposed breasts and the big, honking laugh. That girl had a round, pouty face and luscious, full lips surrounding a mouth that begged to be…put to use. She was beautiful and voluptuous, but she was not my type.

 

The brunette next to her, however, was exactly what I liked.

 

And what I usually avoided.

 

“Ladies,” I said, smiling at them tightly from where I was. “One of you is coming with me.”

 

The blonde looked as though she was going to hurl herself at me for a second. She must have had some loyalty, though, because she held back. She took her friend’s elbow and brought her forward a little bit.

 

“Mr. Preston, this is Dre,” the blonde said.

 

“Excuse me?” I asked.

 

“Dre,” the blonde repeated. Dre herself came forward then and shook my hand firmly. She was shorter than most of the women I dated, and curvier, with breasts, hips and…I wanted to ask her to turn in a circle for me so I could check out her backside. But I figured that would have made her feel too much like livestock being eyed for the slaughter. Her dark brown hair was thick, falling in waves down past her shoulders, and her eyes were a sweet, liquid Bambi brown.

 

Sweet, liquid Bambi brown? I seethed at myself. Where the fuck did that come from?

 

“Pleasure to meet you,” I said, relieved that no one could hear my ridiculous thoughts. “I’ll have your bags brought down now.”

 

“Okay,” she said and smiled at me. Her smile was lovely and revealed two dimples. She put her hand on me, and I felt as if I’d been electrically shocked. My cock actually twitched, as though it was trying to get closer to her.

 

This Dre was trouble. I inwardly cursed Elena for picking her, my mother for having me, and my stupid brother for getting married. Then I cursed Dre for being drop-dead gorgeous, having hips, a lovely smile, and eyes like fucking Bambi.

 

Fuccccck, I thought, and I knew that word was going to get me in trouble over the next two weeks, one way or another. It would certainly get me in something. Or maybe someone. I hoped that it would and wouldn’t all at the same time.

 

My cock twitched again. Traitor.

 

“Are you ready, Mr. Preston? Or do you want me to call you James?” Dre grabbed my elbow, and I stiffened—several parts of me stiffened, actually, and I cursed myself some more—as I tried to smile at her as if I was a normal person.

 

“James is fine,” I said, leading her through the door.

 

“Bye, Jenny,” she called over her shoulder. “I’ll see you soon.”

 

“Bye!” Jenny called, clapping her hands together. “Have fun!”

 

Elena was waiting for us at the front desk; she beamed at me over her glasses. “I see you found her, Mr. Preston,” she said. “Everything to your liking?”

 

I might have imagined it, but I thought Dre winced a little.

 

“Everything’s perfect,” I said smoothly. I decided I did not care for Elena. “We’ll see you in two weeks.”

 

She smiled at me and nodded at Dre. “Have fun,” she said to her, sounding like a mom trying to convince her shy daughter to dance at the prom.

 

We got into the elevator, and Dre released my arm.

 

“What sort of name is Dre?” I asked. “I’ve never heard it before.”

 

“My name’s Audrey,” she said, looking up at me from under all that luscious hair with those big brown eyes. I felt myself stir again, and I bit the inside of my cheek, hard, just to bring myself back down to earth.