I have a month to pull it off. Maybe I’ll even get some companionship out of this deal if she is never seduced. It’ll be hard to know when she truly wants it, since it’s her job to make me feel like she does, but I’m a good judge of character.
It’s how I got so far in business. I can read people and understand what they really want from life. I know how to give it to them and how to take it away. I have to assume that I’ll be able to see through her bullshit and truly understand when she wants me and when she’s just putting on a performance for the man that bought her.
I can feel my nervousness slowly recede as I begin to plan how I’m going to do this. I feel good having an idea and there’s an excitement coursing through me, beneath all the uncertainty.
I haven’t felt excited in months, not since work got insanely busy. But now I feel it, deep down in my core, and I can’t wait to see what I can do with this woman. With my new toy, my Aria.
I take a deep breath then open the door. I shut it softly behind me before facing her, a grin spreading out across my face.
She’s gorgeous. Way more fucking gorgeous in person. She looks about as nervous as I felt standing outside, which makes me feel so much more comfortable. She’s smaller than I expected, too, which I really like. I like that I am physically dominant and larger than she is. I love her small, perky breasts and her hips and her thick ass, her body is perfect.
And I love the look on her face. This is the first time she’s actually seeing me. I bet she expected some old, fat rich guy with no hair and halitosis. Instead, she’s getting me, and I can tell she already likes it.
“Hello, Aria,” I say. “My name is Ethan. And I just spent a lot of money to make you mine.”
She nods, her eyes wide. She looks like she might pass out, so I pour her a glass of water from the side table and place it in front of her. She takes a few sips before putting it back down.
“Thank you,” she says.
I put out my hand and she places hers in mine. We shake softly. “Good to meet you,” I say.
“You too,” she answers, looking away.
I sit down across from her and place the contract down on the table between us. There are pens in a small holder at the edge of the table and I can’t help but smile to myself. These people are professionals.
“Are you nervous, Aria?” I ask her, knowing the answer.
“Yes,” she admits. I find that endearing.
“Why?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
I raise an eyebrow, a little surprised. “Never?”
“Never,” she confirms. “I’ve never been an... escort before.”
Interesting. I lean back in my chair and watch her, studying her. She does look more nervous than I expected and she’s having a hard time making eye contact, probably from her nervousness. Finally, I get her to look at me, and she smiles.
“What?” she asks.
“Just looking at you. You’re not what I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “This is my first time, too.”
“Really?” She sits up. “You’ve never bought an, uh, escort before?”
“Never,” I say. “You’re my first.”
“Well then. I’m glad we can do this for the first time together, then.”
“Me too,” I say. She smiles and I can’t help but feel warm toward her.
“What’s this?” she asks, taking the contract.
“I’m not totally sure. I think we’re supposed to sign it.”
She starts reading over it and I study her as she does it. Her eyes narrow a bit and she subvocalizes ever so slightly. That suggests to me that she needs glasses normally, and they probably wouldn’t let her wear them. I make a note of that for the future.
She looks up at me and smiles, blushing. “You’re watching me,” she says.
“Sorry. Does that make you uncomfortable?”
“No, I mean, this is just weird.”
I laugh. “Very weird,” I agree.
“Did you read this yet?”
“Not yet. I glanced at it in the hallway. Most of it seems like pretty standard legal stuff, NDA and the like.”
“NDA?”
“Non-disclosure agreement. I use them a lot.”
“What do you do?” she asks, cocking her head.
“I founded World Line. Have you heard of it?”
She perks up again. “I know that company. You guys manufacture a bunch of stuff. Lots of medical equipment.”
“That’s right. I’m surprised you know that.”
“I wanted to be a doctor for a long time.”
“What happened?” I ask, and regret it immediately.