The Escort: A billionaire Romance

Chapter 4

Caden she was one hell of a sexy woman, and the only thing I could think about was being buried deep inside her. My c**k throbbed at the mere sight of her. She finished her drink, grabbed her purse, and got up from the bar stool.

“It was nice to meet you, Mr. Oxlade, but I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“How much?” I asked.

“Excuse me?”

“How much for the night? The entire night?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t work that way.”

“What’s the name of your agency? I’ll call them now and book you

since there was a change in your plans.”

“I don’t work for an agency, Mr. Oxlade. I work for myself.” “Better yet.” I smirked. “Spend the night with me and I’ll pay you

twenty thousand dollars.”

“Twenty thousand dollars for one night?” Her brow raised. “Yes, because I get the feeling you’ll be worth every penny.” “Have you ever hired an escort before?” she asked.

“No. I don’t need to. I can have any woman I want at any time.” “Then go find yourself one. There’s no sense in paying for s*x when you can get it for free.” She slyly smiled at me as she walked away.

I threw back my drink and set the glass down on the bar.

“Meet me at the restaurant terrace tomorrow morning at nine a.m. and we’ll have breakfast together before we get on my plane and head back to Boston. At least let me buy you breakfast.”

She stopped, turned around, and stared at me for a moment.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll meet you for breakfast, but it’s on me. It’s the least I can do since you’re letting me fly home for free. Deal?” she asked with an arch in her brow.

“Okay then. Deal.”

I watched her walk away and step into the elevator. Her five-foot-seven slender body was sculpted to perfection. Judging by the way her cleavage looked in that dress, I would guess she was a natural C cup. All I needed was a little patience and soon enough my lips would be all over those beautiful breasts of hers and my c**k would be feeling the warmth of her p***y.

Ariel I stepped into the suite and kicked off my shoes. Who the hell was I to turn down twenty thousand dollars for one night with a man like Caden Oxlade? I was stupid, nuts, and certifiably crazy. Drake paid me a total of twenty-five thousand for the weekend. So if I would have taken Mr. Oxlade up on his offer, I would have walked away with a total of forty-five thousand dollars in my pocket. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t breaking my rule and potentially putting myself in danger. Plus, there was something about him that was taboo, and I couldn’t quite put my finger onit. I had good instincts and my instincts told me that if I would have spent the night with him without proper procedure, I would have regretted it.

I went into the bathroom to start a bath when I heard a knock at the door. Looking out the peephole, I saw it was Caden. s**t. What the f**k was he doing here? A nervousness settled inside me, so I went back to the bedroom, retrieved my gun from my bag and quickly loaded it just in case. Walking to the door, I placed my hand on the handle, stood behind it, and slowly opened it.

“Emilia?” he spoke as he stepped inside.

Cocking the gun, I pointed it to the back of his head.

“Put your hands up and slowly turn around,” I spoke.

“Holy s**t. Are you pointing a gun to my head?”

He did as I asked and slowly turned around.

“How did you know what room I was in?”

“I asked the front desk which room was Drake's because you left your

phone on the bar downstairs. It’s in the left pocket of my jacket. Feel free to get it yourself.”

With the gun still pointed at him, I reached into his pocket and grabbed my phone.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome. I can see you’re overly cautious and that’s great. You should be. But do you think you can put that thing down? It’s making me really nervous. Please.” He begged.

I put the safety back on and lowered my gun.

“Thank you.” He let out a deep breath. “I will say you are the first person ever to point a gun at me.” The corners of his mouth curved upwards.

“A woman can never be too careful.”

“Hey, I totally agree.” He put his hand up. “Anyway, I just came here to give your phone back. I’ll see you on the terrace tomorrow morning. Have agood night.”

“You too, Mr. Oxlade.” “Please, just call me Caden.”

Caden damn, she didn’t play around. My heart was still beating out of my chest. But I wasn’t sure if it was from the fact that she could have shot me or that she looked incredibly sexy pointing that gun at me. I went back to my suite and poured myself a drink. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and the moment we got back to Boston City, she’d be mine for one night.