Caught Inside by CJ Hawk

Bill and myself easily becoming great
friends.
    I had a full social schedule for the
next few weeks of international clients, and he fit the bill
perfectly, no pun intended. I tried the escort office but there was
no answer. I did not see going out on the Sunday date, when Bill
was the man whom I wanted to pull all this off with. If it worked,
I would keep him on for the next year. We discussed him living in
my spare room, attending college and doing some side work in
marketing for me to help Lorna out. He was a hidden gem and there
was absolutely no sexual interest, but he was an incredible actor.
He had me practically begging for him behind the wine cellar
storage room with his flirtatious touch and mannerisms, then we
broke out in laughter, and he told me to watch him charm the men.
He could act all manly and worldly, act sensitive and caring for
the women, flirt the skirt off anyone and spoke three languages
decently. He knew how to dress, how to work a room, and he was an
aspiring actor who had me fooled. He knew how to avoid political
stance without leaving the person offended. He understood the
perils of international business and had a way of acting out as if
he was a character in a leading movie. He basically charmed me to
the point of elation. I found my answer. No strings attached, but I
look successful not only in business but in my personal life as
well.
    I finally decided by nine o'clock at
night it was only fair for me to drop by Trey's place and let him
know. His personal number was unlisted, and he had not responded to
my texts as well. Probably, because his surfing buddy and him were
off doing some swell or another. However, since Trey lived but five
miles down the coast from me in some new condos, it was worth a try
on my way home.
    I rang the doorbell twice before
thinking about walking away. Just then, the door opened with a
naked, except for a towel around his waist, Trey. He looked better
than the picture, and I felt my legs tremble. His sculpted abs were
hardened as if he had been exerting himself, his arm muscles pumped
and needless to say his chest muscles looked the same as they did
when he surfed the circuit.
    "Jennifer? You are um here, at my
place. What's wrong?" His voice sounded concerned but his smile and
wandering eyes told me he had other things on his mind then my
well-being; that is, unless I was naked underneath him, or so I
internally told myself. Then a little voice crept into my brain,
'you would take him while on top'. I let my mouth smile with that
thought.
    I looked over his shoulder to the
sounds of two female voices giggling, and then I found my
professional composure and spoke up. "Uhm. Nothing. I tried to text
you and Zachery. Bill is perfect. I'll take him. I need him solid
for the next two weeks. He's totally available to travel and..."
The sight of two naked gorgeous blondes chasing each other with
whipped cream cans over Trey's shoulder stopped me. He caught my
stare, looked over his shoulder and turned back to me with a smile
that explained it all.
    "I've got some stress to work
out."
    My mouth spouted out before I could
retreat from my comment. "I bet you do. The right woman would only
take one, not two women to help you work out that stress. Listen,
have Zachery call me. I don't need tomorrow's appointment." My tone
had been a bit snide at first then when I looked back into his
eyes; I heard my deceptive voice with my own ears. I was flirting
when I said the right woman would only take one, and I wanted
desperately to offer up my services to show him. More so, just to
prove my theory than anything else. I was a very competitive person
by nature.
    "Okay." He stood there with his arms
now outstretched over his head, his hands above grasping the
doorframe, flexing his entire set of chest muscles and abs, staring
at me. Looking me up and down with his eyes as if they were laser
beams, and he was undressing me right there at his doorway. Blonde
twins be damned. He had a look as