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  “A crash course in fucking a virgin.” Shaking her head once again, she kept looking through seeing the list and prices. “Satisfaction guaranteed. Discretion, privacy, and pleasure are our goals.”

  Licking her lips, she thought about the books in the bottom of her closet. She wanted to have sex. Haley really wanted to have sex, a lot of sex, but her pesky virginity was a problem. A big problem.

  “Contact us. Why the hell not?” Again, without really thinking Haley pulled up the contact box.

  “Hello, I would like to book one of your male escorts for the evening. Dinner and…” She paused. What else could she say? Crap, this is awful. “More.” She put in her contact details and sent the message into cyberspace. The moment the message was gone, Haley dropped her head into her hands.

  This was what her life had come to. She doubted anyone would answer.

  Chapter Two

  The following day James licked Delores’s pussy until she was screaming in ecstasy. He was about to fuck her when her cell phone rang. The moment he heard her husband on the line, James made himself scarce. There was no way he wanted to be part of that conversation. The couple was not on the best terms. He imagined it had to do with both of their indiscretions. Grabbing his phone, he saw an email waiting in his inbox. He didn’t know why, but something tugged at his gut as he saw the name, Haley_Ronald01. There was something so unexpected about the message. He hovered over it looking toward the door with a frown as he heard Delores’s raised voice.

  “You cheating fucking bastard. Don’t you dare tell me what I can or cannot do.”

  Tuning out her voice, James clicked on the email. He read through her information, short and sweet. “Something more” made him smile. She wasn’t used to dealing with escorts. The name seemed familiar to him.

  Typing back a response, he waited.

  This was the first time in his life where he’d waited for a response.

  His phone chimed, and he looked down. The email was from her.

  Scrolling through the email he found that she wanted dinner and for it to continue to the bedroom. She didn’t use the words fuck or make love. Was she a total novice?

  James moved from the bed toward his bag that he kept with him at all times. Pulling out his business diary he saw he had next Friday clear. Usually he left the new clients to Eric. The younger man, twenty-four, knew how to handle the darlings. There was just something about this email that struck him.

  In her contact details she’d left her number. Unable to resist, he dialed her number. James rarely took calls for initial clients.

  “Hello,” Haley said. He imagined it was Haley.

  “Is this Miss Haley Ronald?” he asked. The sound of her voice did something to him. James didn’t have a clue what was happening. In the other room was another of his clients, a very lucrative client, yet he was more interested in this mystery woman who’d emailed his company.

  “Erm, yeah.”

  “This is James Smith, the owner of Pure Filth.”

  “Crap, have I done something wrong or illegal? This is insane. I’m so sorry.”

  He smiled. Her nerves were refreshing. The women he dealt with knew the deal. They were hard core with hearts as cold as ice.

  “You’ve not done anything wrong. I just want to make sure you’re aware of what my company provides.”

  There was a pause. He heard her breathing down the line, and he smiled.

  “Satisfaction guaranteed along with discretion. I would like it to be private. I don’t wish for anyone to know what, erm, what we’re doing. I know what you provide.” She blew out a breath. “I would like to warn you, I’m on the bigger side.”

  James was charmed. No woman had ever warned him against her weight.

  “Would you like me to send you a picture in case none of your escorts would like to, erm, to be with me? I would hate for them to be disgusted.”

  This woman was breaking his heart.

  “How old are you?”

  “I’m twenty-five.”

  Sharing pictures was never necessary, but he wanted to see this little angel. He needed to put a face to her.

  “If you would feel more comfortable sharing a picture then please send me one.”

  “Okay, two seconds. I’m just doing it now. My friend is passed out. I’d hate for her to see what I’m doing. Not that she’d care. She was the one who suggested this.”

  Again, this was another strange trait. Would she even be able to afford his services?

  Pulling out his second cell phone, he brought up his emails and started to look through for her email.

  “Damn, I’m sorry. I can’t hold a phone and do this.”

  Before he responded, he heard the clattering of the phone. Haley Ronald was an interesting woman.

  In the background he heard Delores shouting even more. Moving toward his bathroom, he pressed the lock, giving himself more privacy. For the first time in his life he really didn’t want to be here. Blowing out a breath, he saw her email and clicked on it.

  “Do you have it?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  James stared at her picture. She was stood beside a Christmas tree with her arms folded. Haley didn’t look happy to be having her picture taken. She had the most beautiful blonde hair he’d ever seen. In the picture he saw how the curls tumbled around her body, and the length was long. There was more than enough length to wrap her hair around his fist as he fucked into her hard.

  The picture showed off her blue eyes. They were like the ocean, clear, and full of danger. His cock thickened harder than ever before. Her body was curvy, filled out in all the right places.

  “You’re perfect,” James said. The words stumbled out of his mouth without even meaning to.

  “What?”

  “Friday. I’m free and would love the opportunity to have dinner with you and more.” God, did he want more. He wanted so much more.

  Placing the phone on the back of the toilet, he ran a hand down his face. He needed to get his emotions under control or he was going to seriously lose it. Staring at his reflection, he reminded his image that he was a professional. He didn’t behave like a horny boy. This was what he did for his living.

  “Yes, I would like that.”

  He named a restaurant that also held hotel rooms. “I’ll email you the details.”

  “You’ll know who I am. Should I just turn up and wait?” she asked.

  So innocent.

  “Yes. I’ll make the other arrangements.” Delores was no longer shouting. James said his goodbyes, hating the fact he had to hang up on her. Exiting the bathroom, he moved toward the door, opening the door that separated their rooms, he held onto the frame above his head. “Is everything okay?” he asked.

  She was packing a suitcase, throwing her clothes into a small vintage looking bag. “No, everything is not okay. My husband has demanded that I go back to him now. It’s not like he spent the whole of last night fucking his mistress. Damn,” she said, storming toward the bedroom. “I was really looking forward to this weekend.”

  “I can offer you a refund. You paid for the week.” He’d wire her back the rest of her money.

  “No, there’s no need. It’s my ass of a husband that did this. Maybe next time you’ll give me a discount.” She walked toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Delores went onto her toes going for his lips.

  Turning his head, James took over, kissing her cheek.

  “You never kiss me. I always hope you’ll change for me.”

  “I’ve got simple rules, Delores. They keep me sane. I don’t break my rules for anyone.” He stroked her cheek, pulling away. James never allowed them to believe he wanted more from them than what he was willing to give.

  “You always break my heart.”

  She’d need a heart to start off with before he broke it.

  “I’ll pack my bags,” he said, talking to her as he moved toward his room.

  He listened as she huffed and cursed with each ite
m of clothing thrown into the bag. James folded his clothes, relieved to no longer having to spend more time with Delores. She wasn’t the easiest woman to listen to. Her constant complaints and gossip about the people he was once friends with hurt. Within ten minutes he was packed and stood in his suit, waiting for her to leave. He took the keycard. It was his responsibility to see to the room.

  “I really wish I could spend the weekend with you,” she said as they entered the elevator.

  “I do as well.” The lies were easy to tell. He’d been telling them for ten years. The short conversation he had with Haley had unraveled him on the spot. James didn’t know what it was about her.

  When he went in a separate way from Delores, he climbed into his car. Before he started up his car, he pulled out his cell phone to have another look at her. Haley was a beauty, there was no denying it. Some men would overlook her because of her added curves, but he liked a woman he could hold onto.

  Cursing his stupid thoughts, he put his cell phone away. He wouldn’t be having daydreams about anyone, least of all a new client.

  ****

  “Shit, I did it. What the hell is wrong with me?” Haley dropped the phone and pressed her face into the bed. “Why did I do it?”

  “Why did you do what?” Clara asked, standing in her doorway. It was past ten, and Clara rarely got up an hour before that time.

  “Nothing.” Haley’s face was flaming hot. It had to be. She felt the heat starting to work its way up to let her know her problem.

  “You’re sounding a little crazy, and I was the one drinking last night. Anyway, disregard everything I said last night. I’ve got another crazy idea for your v-card.”

  Great, because your last idea wasn’t bad enough. You’re wanting to tell me more.

  Forcing a smile, she watched as her friend walked a little unsteadily toward the bed.

  “How about we sell your v-card on the internet? What’s the name of that website when you can sell anything?”

  Groaning, Haley put away her tablet and phone so Clara wouldn’t be tempted to snoop.

  “I tell you what, why don’t we stop talking about selling my v-card and concentrate on getting you sobered up? It’s Saturday, and you stink of wine and garlic. It’s disgusting.”

  “Oh, will you do me pancakes with chocolate chips and syrup?”

  “Yes, if you don’t breathe on me.” Haley urged her friend out of the door. “Go wash, shower, hose down or whatever. I’ll go and cook.”

  Haley waited until her friend was safely away before she headed into her kitchen. She collected together the usual ingredients to make up pancakes but paused as she realized that she’d done exactly what her friend suggested. Shit, fuck, what the fuck?

  Her palm grew sweaty as she held onto the skillet.

  “I’ve just arranged to sleep with an escort.” Glancing around the kitchen, she gulped at the same time as her body grew hot at the thought of being with him. He had a nice voice, dark and husky. While they’d been talking over the phone, he’d sounded amused. She didn’t find anything amusing, at least not about herself. This was awful.

  Should she cancel?

  Part of her really didn’t want to cancel. The thought of saying no was just too downright depressing.

  She wanted to have sex, but she didn’t want it to involve the talk of the men at the copy machine. There was no way she’d live that down.

  The only way for her to have sex and still be able to look in the mirror was by using Pure Filth. Absolute discretion and satisfaction guaranteed. Pressing her hand to her face, she groaned.

  “I’m an idiot.”

  Would he even know if she was a virgin? Would it matter?

  Crap, so many questions and so little time. Hearing her friend sing, she quickly started working so Clara wouldn’t ask why she was standing still, staring into space. She’d made pancakes so many times that she really didn’t need to measure any of the ingredients. The recipe was easy for her to use.

  Clara appeared ten minutes later looking refreshed as Haley put on the first pancake. “You look better.”

  “I feel better. Damn, I think I drank the entire bottle last night.”

  “I’m afraid you did.”

  “It’s the movie. No wine for me for at least a week.”

  Haley giggled. Her friend loved wine, but seeing as her parents pretty much lived on the stuff, Clara regulated her drinking so she wouldn’t become addicted.

  “They smell good.”

  “Does it hurt?” The words blurted out of Haley’s mouth before she could stop them.

  “Does what hurt?”

  Cringing inside, she looked at her friend wishing she hadn’t said anything. “Losing your virginity? Does it hurt?”

  “See, you’re curious. This is why I think we should seriously consider the escort thing.”

  “Please, stop talking like that. I want the truth as a friend.”

  “You want to know if it hurts?”

  Haley nodded. She flipped the three pancakes that she fit into the skillet. If the ground could open up and swallow her, she’d be happy.

  “It can hurt. I know it’s different for everyone. On prom night it hurt for me, but it was also nice. It depends on the man or boy in my case. Some men know what they’re doing, but others, they’ve not got a clue what a vagina is or a dick.”

  She smiled. “Do you think I should tell anyone?”

  “Where has all this curiosity come from?”

  “You. Your suggestions last night. You’ve had sex, and you know what it’s like.”

  Clara pushed some of her hair out of her eyes. “Okay, serious conversation. If you love the guy you’re with then tell him you’re a virgin but wait until you get to know him. Some men see it as a serious competition screwing a cherry. It’s going to hurt at least a little. Haley, you’re twenty-five, and it’s pretty old to be considering losing your v-card.”

  Heat filled Haley’s cheeks. She wasn’t going to tell James. He did say his name was James.

  Who was she kidding? She remembered the dark tone of his voice with the way he talked.

  “After it hurts though, Haley, I promise you, you find the right man and wow.” Clara looked up to the ceiling, closing her eyes. The expression on her face looked like one of rapture. “Let’s just say you find the right man who pushes all of your buttons, then there is no wanting to leave the bedroom. I’ve done it. I’ve spent the entire weekend being fucked into oblivion.”

  “Clara!”

  “No, seriously, Haley. You’re missing out.”

  Serving Clara her pancakes to shut her up, Haley did the next batch for herself. She wanted to experience that look. After she fed Clara she said goodbye to her friend and spent the rest of her weekend wishing for the week to go. Several times she picked up her cell phone intending to cancel her appointment with Pure Filth. Each time, she hung up before anyone answered.

  She wasn’t going to cancel.

  On Monday she made her way into the office and picked up the ringing phone. She took several calls before she even made it toward the coffee machine. Edge Industries helped with the buying of smaller companies and either splitting them up or making them into something bigger and better. There were times she hated her job. Men and women would come through the doors looking defeated and leave looking even worse. Then on a rare few times she’d see the magic of the business world as people would leave looking like they were on cloud nine.

  Picking up Tricia’s cup, she headed toward the coffee machine. Four guys who worked on the fourth floor were standing around.

  Haley paused, wishing she’d come before now.

  “I tell you her tits were fucking huge and the way they bounced as I fucked, unbelievable. I’ve got a picture. Look.”

  Scrunching up her face as the guy showed his friends a picture of his latest conquest, Haley was disgusted. These men put her off searching for a man of her own. She hated men in all of their forms. The escort was a damn good idea.
/>   Entering the room and hating the way they looked at her, Haley ignored them as she did her coffee first. Their talk turned into hushed whispers. She kept her back to them even as they giggled like schoolboys. The men in the room were not men—they were boys, childish boys who were legally allowed to fuck.

  Haley wasn’t looking for a boy. She was looking for a man.

  “What about you, sweetheart? You got any stories for us to hear?” One of the men grabbed her ass, making her squeak.

  Whirling around, she glared at all of them. “Don’t touch me.” She didn’t want any of their hands on her. Haley didn’t know who’d touched her, but the thought of any of them putting a hand on her sickened her.

  “What’s the matter, baby? Can’t handle the heat?”

  Shaking her head, she finished Tricia’s coffee. Tricia was one of the women who ended up being the target for their conversation. She’d given into one of the men only to regret it.

  “I’m not interested in sloppy seconds. I feel sorry for the woman you’re talking about.”

  She grabbed the two coffees and left the room. The escort was the best solution of all. No one would ever talk about her around the coffee room. Handing Tricia her coffee she didn’t let her know what happened in the coffee room. Haley tapped her fingers onto the computer, but her thoughts were on Friday night. What should she wear? Every time she entered the coffee room she saw one of the men who’d been talking around the coffee machine. She didn’t even know his name, but he made her skin crawl.

  “Hey,” he said.

  Ignoring him, she made the two cups of coffee.

  “I understand why you don’t want to talk to me.”

  Again, she ignored him. There was something about this man’s latest interest that she didn’t trust. Her woman’s intuition was tingling.

  Chapter Three

  Friday night

  James stared at his reflection as he put on his most expensive Italian suit. He’d been looking forward to this day all week. Throughout his appointments with clients she’d enter his head all the time. It was hard for him to think of anything else. He didn’t have a clue what it was about her, but she’d gotten to him and he’d not even seen her in the flesh.