Page 75 of Paradise & Vodka
The bartender placed my drink in front of me, and I took a big sip. "Let me guess, you got divorced because he couldn't rock your world in the bedroom?" I was joking, but why else would she hire an escort after a divorce?
She looked around slightly before answering. "We were each other's first everything and learned it all together."
"That didn't answer my question."
Angie took a sip of her drink. "No. He never rocked my world, but that's not why we got divorced."
"But one of the reasons?" I wanted to move the conversation to sex because that was ultimately why I was hired.
"Yes."
I leaned in and lowered my voice. "So, you hired me to fuck you until you can't walk?"
She swallowed and then whispered back, "Yes."
The problem was that I wasn't sure I could take her back to her hotel room and fulfill her wants because she wasn't whoIwanted to be fucking. Then a thought occurred to me on how to get out of the situation.
"Have you ever been with a woman before?" I played with the neckline of her red blouse just below her collarbone.
She blinked. "No?"
"Have you ever wanted to?"Please say yes.
"I've thought about it before," she replied.
"What if I can make that fantasy come true?"
"Really?"
I nodded. "I can make a call."
She thought for a moment and then said, "Would I have to pay for her too?"
"Nope." I would give up my pay just so I could get out of the date. I should have told Mark I wasn't ready. I could have told him I had PTSD or something from the kidnapping. What’s one more lie?
"Then I would be up for it."
"Let me see what I can do."
I finished my drink and then stepped away from the bar, walking out and into the lobby. I pulled out my phone and froze. I had no one's number anymore except Mark. If I called him and asked him for Morgan's phone number, he'd know something was up, and I didn't think any of my friends had her number anymore since they were out of the game. Plus, the only number I knew by heart was Paul's. He already knew I had fallen in love with Ashleigh, and if I called or texted him, it would definitely confirm it, but I had to try.
Me:I need a favor.
It didn't take him long to respond.
Paul:Are you kidnapped again?
Me:Low blow, man.
Paul:Sorry. What's up?
Me:Do you have Morgan's number?
Paul:S&R Morgan?
Me:Yeah.
Paul:Yeah, I think I do. Why?
