Could he let Elle go after only just finding her? She intrigued him, fascinated him, and they were only on their first meeting. He winced as her cold hands touched his chest. Her touch sent heat throughout his entire body. He watched her face and thought about what Brad had said. She’d never been with any men. The accident had happened a great deal of time ago. Did she know the scars were faded? The scars had none of the redness that was often seen on recent injuries.
In his world, she’d be torn apart for the way she looked, but to him, she was the most beautiful woman he’d seen in a very long time.
His life had been filled with self-centred women whose only desire was to break into his bank balance. Elle had no such desire as she didn’t know who he was. For the first time since making the arrangement with Brad, Isaac saw the benefit he could get from it. When he was with her, he could be the man he wanted.
Isaac Welch no longer mattered. He could be Isaac, a man with no intentions but to make Elle happy.
“You’re so warm,” she said.
He covered her hand with his. “I like your touch.”
“This seems so surreal, Isaac. Is this what happens on your usual business days?”
He didn’t have a clue what other escorts did, and he no longer cared. Elle was his for the taking. He knew Brad had only wanted him to do the one day, but he wanted to see more of her. The connection he felt was more than he could understand.
“I don’t want to talk about other business days. I want to get to know you. What do you do with your days?” Isaac put his hand on top of hers and stared into her eyes.
“I’m a painter.”
“An artist?”
“Some people call me that. I just love to paint. What do you like doing with your free time?”
“Reading. I have a thing for classic books.”
“I read romance in my spare time,” she said.
Isaac smiled.
“What made you decide to seek my services?”
She licked her lips, the action making his cock harden further. Did she not know how erotic she looked?
“I wanted to spend some time with a man. Getting to know him and maybe progress to something further. It is stupid I know.” She went to move her hand away. Isaac held onto her.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her if he tried. The endless amount of empty fucking had led him to look for something more. The woman before him held exactly what he was looking for.
“I don’t think you’re stupid. I think getting to know each other is one of the best forms of intimacy. I want you to promise me that the moment we are in each other’s company we are completely honest with each other. Will you promise me that?”
After several seconds she nodded her head. “I can promise to be honest. Will you do the same for me?”
“I will be completely honest with you.”
He would keep his true identity from her, but everything else would be the truth. Cupping her face, he ran his thumb down her scar. The mark didn’t mar any of her beauty. In his eyes, she epitomised what true beauty was supposed to be. She held substance and depth. Her emotions were full and plain to see if you looked hard enough. Brad had found himself a real treasure, and Isaac envied the time he’d already spent with her.
“I’ve only had one friend who has touched my scar. He’s really nice. I think you’d like him. He’s got a brother called Isaac,” she said.
Smiling, he held his tongue. The instinct to tell her he was the brother she spoke of was so strong. He held back for fear she would feel hurt. Time would only heal so much. He wanted more time with her before he told her who he was.
“Will you show me your other scars?”
“I don’t want to take my shirt off in front of you.”
“I’ve taken mine off. Show me who you are, Elle.”
She bit her full bottom lip, her gaze going from him to the door and back again. With a nod of the head, she stood up and began unbuttoning her shirt. He watched as each button released, revealed silky, cream-coloured skin. She did not get out in the sun much or use fake tanning lotion. Everything on her body was natural, apart from her hair colour. The blonde in the picture suited her better. The colour really showed up the paleness of her complexion.
Her shirt went to the bed as she stood in front of him. Her white lacy bra made her look so young and delicate. Isaac felt like a bastard. He was older than she, and he wanted her more than anything. His intentions were not all innocent. He wanted her with a passion that only a man of his age possessed.
Staring at the top part of her body he saw the white lines from her accident. Reaching out, he touched her. Her stomach wasn’t flat like the women he was used to. She had curves. Her waist spanned out into large, full hips that he knew he would be able to grip as he pounded deep inside her cunt. The fire burning inside him was growing brighter with every moment.