It came to mind that I never got her phone number during our chats. I knew why being that she was married, but we could talk while he was gone. Couldn't we? Was her husband the type that traced her phone calls when he was cheating? As far as I knew, that seemed to be the pattern with men like that.
Fuck, I was angry again, and I turned to look out of my window. I remembered the bruises on Rayna's arm, and though they were faint, I could tell they still hurt. I had played down my reaction to them since she was clearly embarrassed but I felt like it needed to be addressed. I vowed to talk to her about it this weekend.
I went home in the evening to pick up a little bit and chat with her to make sure that we were still on. I was limited to her work hours for communication, and I wondered what it might be like to call her in the morning or to wake up with her. I wondered what it would be like to text when we couldn't sleep.
Rayna answered me and told me that the night girl had a sick baby, so she was working a double shift at the office. It was a small staff, so they helped each other out, and I clenched my fist for a moment. It wasn't a bad part of town, but I didn't want her working through the night and part of the morning. I asked if they could just stop the bookings for the evening, but she apologized, joking that it was a twenty-four-hour business with a wink.
I sat back and formulated a plan B for us. I knew that she wouldn't want to go out of town after working all night, but I could work from home while she slept in my bed. We could go somewhere for dinner outside the city, a place that nobody would recognize us if she felt up to it. I felt a bit regretful that I didn't know her sleeping habits, making me wonder if I wanted to.
Want to come over after the shift? You could sleep, and I'll do some work from home. Maybe we could get some dinner later.
I sat back and waited, knowing that she might tell me no. I didn't know if she planned to spend the night or not, to begin with, so asking her to come right over might be a bit presumptuous.
Are you sure? That's not too fun for you, is it?
I smiled at her response, telling her yes as she offered to get us some breakfast and coffee on the way. Rayna said that she'd be over around seven and I asked if we could keep talking. I sensed laughter when she told me that of course since she'd be up all night and need the stimulation. The very idea of stimulating her got me hard as I silently told my cock to wait until the morning, assuming that she was up for some morning sex. I worked through the night, nibbling on a pizza that I ordered as we chatted. It wasn't the same as having her here, but I was enjoying the chance to get to know Rayna this way. There was something more open about it even while we kept the subjects mostly light. It was mostly about being a kid and how we grew up, even though she made light of her lonely childhood.
We talked about the agency, and I sensed hesitation when she asked me if I planned to hire another escort. I told her that no, I didn't plan on it. It was more of a one-time event for me, and I was honest when I assured her that I found someone I liked a lot in that process, a woman that I'd never consider an escort again in my life.
My husband is going to be gone a month. Would you like to see me in that time?
A month was a long time. A lot could happen since I already knew that I liked her more than I wanted to. I imagined the time ending when we wouldn't be able to be together as freely as we could in that time. Would we be relieved? Would it rip us apart?
At this point, we'd only slept together a handful of times. After a month, it would be so much more, and I sat back and drew from the bottle of beer beside me. The idea of her in my bed on a semi-nightly thrilled me inside, and I knew that there was no way that I would tell her no.
I would. As much as I can.
Me, too.
It was getting late, and I finished the third beer as we chatted, and I wrapped up my work for the night. I gave her my cell phone number in case she needed anything and found myself in an empty bed at two in the morning. The moon was bright tonight as I looked out of my row of high windows across the room, missing her warm body beside mine. I'd planned to fall asleep with her sometimes around this time, if not later but there was always tomorrow.
I set my phone on the table beside my bed, checking that the sound was on. Just in case.
CHAPTER 11
Rayna
I went into the bathroom when I was off, fixing my hair and checking my faded make up nervously. I knew that Declan wouldn't care since I was just going to sleep, but I did. I patted my skin with a cold, damp towel and fixed my jeans with a wry smile before I called out to Veronica to have a good day.
I was tired to the bone, but I didn't want to go home. I wanted to go be with Declan, and I grinned at my freedom as I blinked in the light of the sun. I never left work now, but with nobody home waiting for me, it didn't matter.
I was free for a month, and it was indeed tempting to spend the entire time in Declan's bed. I was going into dangerous territory, but he just made me feel good. James didn't compliment me or even respect me, and he was cheating, so there was a big part of me that didn't even care any longer. I glanced around as I started the engine, deciding to get some breakfast sandwiches and coffee at a cute little bistro that was on the way.
I left with a bag in hand and finished the drive to his house, parking in the driveway as I looked around. I noticed the garage opening as Declan stepped forward and waved me inside. I grinned appreciatively as I parked and he closed the garage with a smile on his face. "Good morning, beautiful." He took the bag as I hesitated, leaning forward to give me a slow kiss as I let out a slow breath. "Thanks for the food."
"Not a problem. I might go into a coma after we eat," I whispered against Declan's lips before he kissed me again. I felt my heart race as our lips molded together, trembling as his free hand reached out for mine.
"That's fine," Declan told me as he pulled me into the house and the small bistro table in the corner of the kitchen. He set up our food and got us water as I looked around the small but neat kitchen with a small smile. "How was work?"
"It was work. Booking as always. It is surprisingly busy late at night," I remarked as he glanced at me before sipping his coffee. "Why did you use the agency, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I had friends recommend it, and I was newly single … it seemed like a good idea for something casual." He gave me a worried look for a moment as he crookedly smiled.
"Yeah. That worked out well. Are you okay with this?" I had waved my hand before I took an eager bite of my sandwich, enjoying the mix of cheese, eggs, and fresh sausage as my stomach growled. "Mmmm."
"I am more than fine with it," he assured me confidently as he took a bite of his breakfast. "This is good. Where did you get it?"
"It's called Eggheads. Silly name but the food is fantastic," I smiled as he nodded in agreement. There was a pause, and I couldn't decide if it was a good one for a moment. "When did you wake up?"
"Six. I went for a run. I'll do a little work and maybe sneak into bed for a nap with you." He winked at me, making my heart jump in my chest.
"That would be great," I told him as our eyes locked and something deep inside of me twisted. I got to do this for a month. I was in trouble.
We finished, and he led me back to the bed, smiling as I glanced at the messy blankets. I looked at him, and he stepped forward to kiss me again, tasting of the strong coffee and food. His hand slipped around my hips to tug me closer to him, the kiss deepening as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I felt him take my clothes off, smelling the soap from his shower as he kissed the slowly bared skin in between tugs on my lips. I was dying to feel him inside of me as we moved to the bed, feeling his hand slide between my legs as his tongue danced with mine. Declan tossed my bra to the floor and held my neck to kiss me hard as he fingered my swollen nub. I moaned as I struggled to stay up before he pushed me back without losing contact with my body. I arched my back as he kept stroking me before sliding a thick finger inside of me, clutching his face to mine.
I came within a few deep strokes, feeling him everywhere inside of me. I cried out Declan's name in a low voice as I rocked against his hand, feeling his teeth on my neck. I whispered to him to be careful, knowing that some people in my life knew that I was married. Thinking about that a bit further, they would applaud me for this, and I gasped as he pulled his finger out. "I need more," I told him as he parted my legs and positioned himself before me, staring into my face before he slipped inside of me.