Hooker(60)

Once the decision’s made, Brock stalks across the room towards me. ‘You look breathtaking. I’m going to enjoy stripping you out of this dress and fucking you tonight when we get home,’ he whispers so only I can hear. His finger lightly skims a path down my neck and comes to a stop at my cleavage just above the bodice of the dress, making a shiver ran through my body. I have to clench my thighs together at the desire that washes through me. The effect he has on me is so strong.

Bring it on, Mr Weston … bring it on.

Brendan and his assistants leave a short time later. He measured my feet before leaving, saying he’d have some shoes delivered to the house later that day. When they arrive, I instantly fall in love with the gold strappy heels. He also sends a small gold clutch to accompany them. He has exquisite taste.

I guess Brock can see how comfortable I am with his brother, because after we ate lunch he left me with him while he ran a few errands. I was fine with that. Brock has been cooped up in this house with me all week and I’m sure I’ve been holding him back from doing a lot of things.

Besides, it gives me the perfect opportunity to pick Joshua’s brain and get a little inside info on Brock.



When I exit the ensuite, I find Brock standing on the other side of the bedroom, in front of the mirror. He’s already dressed in his tux and tying his bowtie. I take a minute to drink him in. His strong back and broad shoulders are accentuated in his tailor-made jacket. My eyes move towards the reflection in the mirror and I’m again left breathless by him.

The moment he notices me watching him, he swings around. His lips curve into a smile as his eyes move down the length of my body. Being dressed up is nothing new for me, but I find myself hoping he likes what stands before him. Appearance has never been high on my agenda. On M’s yes, but never on mine. In this moment though, it means everything. I want to look beautiful for him. I want Brock to be proud to have me by his side tonight.

Something has shifted between us recently. I think we’ve both let our guard down—I know I have. It’s hard for me to let people in when I’m so used to being rejected. For some reason, Brock is different. The things he makes me feel both frighten and thrill me. For once in my life I’m willing to remove the barrier I erected around my heart years ago. Only for him. He’s the first person in my life who’s ever made me want to take that leap of faith. I only hope I don’t come to regret it.

Dropping his hands from his tie, he stalks across the room and pulls me into his arms. ‘You look stunning,’ he says, placing his lips against my neck. My hair is slicked back into a tight bun at the nape of my neck. Since I didn’t have my hairstylist for tonight, it was the best I could do. My makeup is done to perfection, smoky eyes and my signature red lips. ‘God, you smell amazing. How am I going to be able to keep my hands off you tonight?’

‘You’ll manage,’ I reply. ‘Let me do this for you.’ I tie the bow quickly and flawlessly. It’s one of the many things I learnt during my training to become an escort.

I love looking after him. I can’t even put into words how wonderful it’s been. Even with the uncertainty of M hanging over our heads, these past few days have been the happiest times of my life. If I’ve learnt anything over the years, it’s nothing good ever lasts, so you should enjoy every second while you can.

‘I bought you something when I went out earlier,’ he says, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a blue velvet box. ‘I hope you like them.’

My hands are trembling slightly when he passes the box to me. Tears sting my eyes the moment I lift the lid. Inside is a mass of teardrop-shaped emeralds, strung together to make the most exquisite pair of earrings I’ve ever seen. ‘They’re beautiful,’ I whisper. I don’t know what else to say. Nobody has ever bought me anything this extravagant before.

‘When I saw you in the dress this afternoon, I felt compelled to get you something to wear with it.’

‘They’re perfect,’ I say, brushing my lips against his.

‘I knew nothing I bought would ever be able to outshine your beauty.’ He lets out a small sigh. Our eyes lock, but neither of us speak. Time seems to stand still as we gaze at each other. Butterflies settle in my stomach as I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the feelings I have for this man.

‘You’ve already done so much for me. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to repay you.’

His fingers tenderly glide across my cheek. ‘I’m pretty certain there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.’

Tears burn my eyes. ‘Thank you,’ I whisper as I pull him tightly against me.