Travis POV I had just walked into my company when I saw her. The girl. The same one, who was in my suite last night. The escort. She was standing there, staring at me. My mind went blank. She was wearing a sexy, short black skirt and a white shirt that exposed her cleavage. I couldn’t stop myself from staring. Her legs were long and smooth. Her ass was so firm and perky. She looked beautiful. Very beautiful. But what was she doing here? Why was she in the company. Even though I had a million questions running through my mind, the only thing I could say was, "You." "What are you doing here?" I asked her. Everyone was staring at me. And at her. It was an unusual thing. I had never behaved like
AYANNA POV “$70,000 for a night. Don’t mess this up.” The words of my boss echoed in my mind as I adjusted my dress. This was the highest paying customer the escort company had ever gotten. We all wanted a taste of this. The fact that he paid $70,000 a night made me think that this man was either obscenely wealthy, or this was his fetish. It didn't matter to me. I would be getting paid an insane amount of money and that was the only thing that mattered to me. I had one job tonight. To please him. The taxi stopped. “We are here.” The driver said. I took a deep breath and stepped out. The cold wind of the evening brushed against my bare legs and the short dress I was wearing. It was 8pm and the sun was gone, leaving the darkness to embrace the night. The city was illuminated by the street lights. The sound of cars and people walking filled my ears. But what got my attention was the building in front of me. It was huge. My jaw dropped at the sight. The build
Where is he?" I asked again. There was a sultry tone to my voice, but also a dangerous edge. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. The receptionist hesitated. I could see him battling with himself. I could also see that he was attracted to me. But that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was making him obey me. I could tell he was thinking about the repercussions. How his boss would fire him if he found out that the receptionist let a complete stranger, into the CEO's office. But then again, if he didn't listen to me, I would make sure to make him suffer, here and now. He looked at my lips. I bit down on my lower lip and his gaze shifted to my tits. A naughty smile formed on my face. My plan was working. I pulled him closer and ran my tongue over his ear. "Be a good boy and tell me. Please.” I moaned in his ear. He trembled. I could tell he was fighting with himself. "Please, let go. I can't..." He begged me. "Can't what?" I asked.
“T… Travis?” I stuttered. My knees went weak. This man was f*cking hot. How the hell was he so good looking? Was it normal for a man to look this f*cking gorgeous? He was not only tall and muscular, but his face was also the sexiest thing ever. With the sharpest jawline, full lips and a pair of blue eyes that were as cold as ice. I could not believe what I was seeing. And this was the man who had just wasted my time? My heart was beating fast. My hands were getting sweaty. I took a step back and stared at the man in front of me. He had no shirt on and was only wearing a pair of trousers. His chiseled abs were glistening under the dim lights. Damn! He was ripped and muscular. His arms were huge and so were his legs. The tattoos that decorated his body only added to his sexiness. My lips parted as I took in the sight. He looked so hot, I was getting wet just by looking at him. And not only was his body sexy, but his face was also so handsome. A rug
Travis kissed me. His kiss was fierce and hungry. As he devoured my lips, his hands wandered over my body. I moaned. The kiss was intense. I could feel the hunger and the passion in it. It was making my knees weak. This was the hottest kiss I had ever experienced. F*ck This guy was a good kisser. The way he was kissing me, made me want him even more. I was dripping wet. Damn! This was bad. I didn't understand what was happening. What was it about this man? Why was I feeling this way? My heart was beating so fast, it was as if it was going to jump out of my chest. He was still kissing me. I wanted him to stop. But at the same time, I wanted him to continue. The conflict inside me was making me crazy. I hated his guts but yet, I couldn't get enough of him. He was kissing me hungrily, possessively. His hands were wandering all over my body. One moment they were on my t!ts, squeezing them and the next, they were on my ass, cupping it. I groaned. This was crazy. And the
"Let's make a bet." He said. "What kind of bet?" I asked. "A challenge." He said.“A..A challenge.? I stammered. “Yes.” He rubbed his chin and nodded. My heart skipped a beat. "Wins?" I asked. "Yes." He said. I stared at him as I thought about his proposal. Should I agree to this? I mean clearly, I was better than him. It wouldn't take me even a minute to seduce him. And then, the thought occurred to me. Maybe, he would be able to seduce me. What if he was better at it? He just showed me that he was capable of making me lose control. He was a charming and handsome man. What if I wasn't able to resist him? But then, the thought of being a loser and failing in front of him was even worse. So, I had no choice. "Deal." I said. "Really?" He looked at me with surprise. “Yes. I’m going to prove to you Travis Sinclair that a woman like me, has no problem in handling a man like you. You won't know what hit you." I smirked. "Oh.. Really?" He asked. "Yes." I smiled. "Well. T
"Oh.. I'm not dreaming. But you are." I said. And then, I lowered his boxers and he was just about to take it off when he spoke. "That's cheating." He groaned. "Oh.. It's not." I smiled and bit his bottom lip. "You're a little cheat." He mumbled. “Am I?” I taunted as I reached down to touch him. I was expecting him to cave. He didn't. Instead, he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. "Not fair." I protested. "What's wrong? Can't handle a little pain?" He grinned. "Oh.. I can. But that’s against the rule. You said no touching." I replied. "And you broke the rule first. You were supposed to seduce me, not make out with me. So, you're breaking th
Ayanna's POV When I got home, I was tired and exhausted. I threw my bag on the sofa and plopped down next to it. My head was throbbing and all I wanted to do was sleep. But, I was too tired to move. As I sat on the couch, my mind wandered back to the events of the day. Travis. Damn! Just thinking about him, made my heart beat fast. His kiss. His touch. His stupid attitude….. I hated him. I hated him so fucking much. He infuriated me. How could he think, he was so good? That his kiss and touch was magical and made all the women fall for him. He was so full of himself. And I hated men, who were full of themselves. But why the hell, did he have such an effect on me? I was not a virgin. I was an escort. And escorts, were the opposite of virgins.
Travis POV I had just walked into my company when I saw her. The girl. The same one, who was in my suite last night. The escort. She was standing there, staring at me. My mind went blank. She was wearing a sexy, short black skirt and a white shirt that exposed her cleavage. I couldn’t stop myself from staring. Her legs were long and smooth. Her ass was so firm and perky. She looked beautiful. Very beautiful. But what was she doing here? Why was she in the company. Even though I had a million questions running through my mind, the only thing I could say was, "You." "What are you doing here?" I asked her. Everyone was staring at me. And at her. It was an unusual thing. I had never behaved like
"Okay. Okay. I will go. Stop pulling." I told her. “Let me change into something more presentable.” I said and walked to my bedroom. “Ohhhh. You want to seduce my boss too.” She joked. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “No.” I turned to Naomi and warned her. “I don’t want you telling anyone that I’m an escort. Do you understand? This has to be our secret. Otherwise, your boss will think, I am a hooker and not a good candidate for a job." "Yes. Yes. Of course. My lips are sealed. You are a regular woman and a very nice one at that." She assured me. "Now, change and let's go." She yelled from the living room. "I'm coming." I said and rummaged through my closet. Most of my clothes were either, too revealing or too sexy.
Then Naomi leaned in close to me and started laughing. “You like him. Don’t you? I’ve never heard you talk like this before. You're always so cold and detached. This is a first. You like him." Naomi giggled. My cheeks turned red and I looked away. “No.” I yelled. “I don’t like him. Didn’t you hear me? I hate the man. He’s so annoying.” Naomi chuckled. “Stop lying, Aya. You have feelings for him. He’s the first guy, who has gotten through to you. The first guy, that made you loose control. Don't lie." She teased. "I'm not lying. I am not attracted to him. I hate him." I protested. “I’m sure he won the seduction challenge too but you're lying." Naomi said. I was silent. I was not going to deny it. Travis w
Ayanna's POV When I got home, I was tired and exhausted. I threw my bag on the sofa and plopped down next to it. My head was throbbing and all I wanted to do was sleep. But, I was too tired to move. As I sat on the couch, my mind wandered back to the events of the day. Travis. Damn! Just thinking about him, made my heart beat fast. His kiss. His touch. His stupid attitude….. I hated him. I hated him so fucking much. He infuriated me. How could he think, he was so good? That his kiss and touch was magical and made all the women fall for him. He was so full of himself. And I hated men, who were full of themselves. But why the hell, did he have such an effect on me? I was not a virgin. I was an escort. And escorts, were the opposite of virgins.
"Oh.. I'm not dreaming. But you are." I said. And then, I lowered his boxers and he was just about to take it off when he spoke. "That's cheating." He groaned. "Oh.. It's not." I smiled and bit his bottom lip. "You're a little cheat." He mumbled. “Am I?” I taunted as I reached down to touch him. I was expecting him to cave. He didn't. Instead, he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. "Not fair." I protested. "What's wrong? Can't handle a little pain?" He grinned. "Oh.. I can. But that’s against the rule. You said no touching." I replied. "And you broke the rule first. You were supposed to seduce me, not make out with me. So, you're breaking th
"Let's make a bet." He said. "What kind of bet?" I asked. "A challenge." He said.“A..A challenge.? I stammered. “Yes.” He rubbed his chin and nodded. My heart skipped a beat. "Wins?" I asked. "Yes." He said. I stared at him as I thought about his proposal. Should I agree to this? I mean clearly, I was better than him. It wouldn't take me even a minute to seduce him. And then, the thought occurred to me. Maybe, he would be able to seduce me. What if he was better at it? He just showed me that he was capable of making me lose control. He was a charming and handsome man. What if I wasn't able to resist him? But then, the thought of being a loser and failing in front of him was even worse. So, I had no choice. "Deal." I said. "Really?" He looked at me with surprise. “Yes. I’m going to prove to you Travis Sinclair that a woman like me, has no problem in handling a man like you. You won't know what hit you." I smirked. "Oh.. Really?" He asked. "Yes." I smiled. "Well. T
Travis kissed me. His kiss was fierce and hungry. As he devoured my lips, his hands wandered over my body. I moaned. The kiss was intense. I could feel the hunger and the passion in it. It was making my knees weak. This was the hottest kiss I had ever experienced. F*ck This guy was a good kisser. The way he was kissing me, made me want him even more. I was dripping wet. Damn! This was bad. I didn't understand what was happening. What was it about this man? Why was I feeling this way? My heart was beating so fast, it was as if it was going to jump out of my chest. He was still kissing me. I wanted him to stop. But at the same time, I wanted him to continue. The conflict inside me was making me crazy. I hated his guts but yet, I couldn't get enough of him. He was kissing me hungrily, possessively. His hands were wandering all over my body. One moment they were on my t!ts, squeezing them and the next, they were on my ass, cupping it. I groaned. This was crazy. And the
“T… Travis?” I stuttered. My knees went weak. This man was f*cking hot. How the hell was he so good looking? Was it normal for a man to look this f*cking gorgeous? He was not only tall and muscular, but his face was also the sexiest thing ever. With the sharpest jawline, full lips and a pair of blue eyes that were as cold as ice. I could not believe what I was seeing. And this was the man who had just wasted my time? My heart was beating fast. My hands were getting sweaty. I took a step back and stared at the man in front of me. He had no shirt on and was only wearing a pair of trousers. His chiseled abs were glistening under the dim lights. Damn! He was ripped and muscular. His arms were huge and so were his legs. The tattoos that decorated his body only added to his sexiness. My lips parted as I took in the sight. He looked so hot, I was getting wet just by looking at him. And not only was his body sexy, but his face was also so handsome. A rug
Where is he?" I asked again. There was a sultry tone to my voice, but also a dangerous edge. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. The receptionist hesitated. I could see him battling with himself. I could also see that he was attracted to me. But that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was making him obey me. I could tell he was thinking about the repercussions. How his boss would fire him if he found out that the receptionist let a complete stranger, into the CEO's office. But then again, if he didn't listen to me, I would make sure to make him suffer, here and now. He looked at my lips. I bit down on my lower lip and his gaze shifted to my tits. A naughty smile formed on my face. My plan was working. I pulled him closer and ran my tongue over his ear. "Be a good boy and tell me. Please.” I moaned in his ear. He trembled. I could tell he was fighting with himself. "Please, let go. I can't..." He begged me. "Can't what?" I asked.