and more.
He has everything a girl like me dreams of.
Le sigh.
Score 100 for the Matthew the Escort. Score 0 for Piper the Weirdo.
Chapter 6
M atthew
“ S o … I guess we’re really sharing the bed, huh?” Piper walks out of the bathroom, her burgundy hair wet and curly.
She’s wearing a large, sheer white T-shirt that hangs off the shoulder and a pair of bubblegum pink shorts.
I have to say she looks adorable, like a high school girl about to get her sleepover started.
“I guess so.” I look her over briefly before pulling my gaze away.
She fidgets, still standing in front of the bathroom door. She’s not going to come willingly. I know that now.
I stand from the edge of the bed, pulling the blue comforter down and then the sheets.
“I don’t bite. I promise,” I tell her, gesturing for her to come over. “Gotta play the part, remember?”
“Yeah. My parents are really nosy and Bailey likes to pry. If she sees us sleeping separately she’ll immediately know you and I aren’t really a thing.”
“Should I lock the door then?” I ask, pointing back at it with my thumb.
“Mr. Cooper! Do you really think that’s appropriate?” she jokes.
“They’ll think we’re doing some nasty adult stuff,” I tease, my eyebrows wiggling.
“Hmm. A locked door would be very convincing. You’ve got a point there.” She launches herself onto the bed. “Sure. What the heck?” She shrugs, and I step back, locking the door.
It’s not so much to spare her the trouble, but really because I don’t want any of her family walking in on me, especially in the morning when I may have that familiar pal named Morning Wood visiting.
Piper sighs and flops back on the pillows, throwing her arms above her head and staring up at the ceiling.
As I round the edge of it, making way to flip the light switch, I can’t help but notice what’s prodding through her shirt—her nipples, so erect, so perky. And what’s worse? Through the sheer material I can see how rosy pink they are as they bud, taut and hard, and not because she may be cold or uncomfortable.
I’m wondering if it’s more than that, especially when she catches me looking at her.
“Ready?” I ask before she can notice my ogling.
But I’m sure she already has.
She smiles coyly, and slides to the other side of the bed. “Sure. You don’t mind if I take this side, do you? I’m weird about sleeping by the door.”
“Not at all.”
“Thanks.”
She tucks herself beneath the comforter. “All right. I’m ready.”
I flip the light switch, glad there’s a sliver of moonlight to guide me back to the bed.
Right now I’m wishing there were bunk beds in this place. Sharing a bed with Piper doesn’t seem too ideal anymore.
I’ve had some attractive clients, and I’ve had some… not-so-attractive ones. Normally the attractive ones have the worst attitudes—stuck-up, selfish, inconsiderate, or mean.
The not-so-attractive ones are usually very vulnerable, very antisocial, or very… weird.
But Piper is… well… she is none of those things.
I thought surely she’d be another one to be stuck up, conceited, and full of herself—especially after discovering she’s an editor at a lifestyles magazine. I thought it’d be another miserable weekend with a woman that thinks it’s all about her.
But I was mistaken.
She’s gorgeous, with an edge of adorable vulnerability that I can’t help but find tempting.
The reason I can’t share this bed with her is because I feel myself slowly hardening in my shorts. Mini-Cooper is on the rise and in need of release.
Her warm, sweet scent of cinnamon and apples is hard to ignore. I bet her skin is soft, and her mouth tastes sweet and fresh after brushing her teeth.
I’m not supposed to think of my clients this way. It’s a rule of mine. Keep the distance. Play the part. Get it over with. Get paid and then move the hell on to the next desperate woman.
Shit.
Maybe I should excuse myself. After
He has everything a girl like me dreams of.
Le sigh.
Score 100 for the Matthew the Escort. Score 0 for Piper the Weirdo.
Chapter 6
M atthew
“ S o … I guess we’re really sharing the bed, huh?” Piper walks out of the bathroom, her burgundy hair wet and curly.
She’s wearing a large, sheer white T-shirt that hangs off the shoulder and a pair of bubblegum pink shorts.
I have to say she looks adorable, like a high school girl about to get her sleepover started.
“I guess so.” I look her over briefly before pulling my gaze away.
She fidgets, still standing in front of the bathroom door. She’s not going to come willingly. I know that now.
I stand from the edge of the bed, pulling the blue comforter down and then the sheets.
“I don’t bite. I promise,” I tell her, gesturing for her to come over. “Gotta play the part, remember?”
“Yeah. My parents are really nosy and Bailey likes to pry. If she sees us sleeping separately she’ll immediately know you and I aren’t really a thing.”
“Should I lock the door then?” I ask, pointing back at it with my thumb.
“Mr. Cooper! Do you really think that’s appropriate?” she jokes.
“They’ll think we’re doing some nasty adult stuff,” I tease, my eyebrows wiggling.
“Hmm. A locked door would be very convincing. You’ve got a point there.” She launches herself onto the bed. “Sure. What the heck?” She shrugs, and I step back, locking the door.
It’s not so much to spare her the trouble, but really because I don’t want any of her family walking in on me, especially in the morning when I may have that familiar pal named Morning Wood visiting.
Piper sighs and flops back on the pillows, throwing her arms above her head and staring up at the ceiling.
As I round the edge of it, making way to flip the light switch, I can’t help but notice what’s prodding through her shirt—her nipples, so erect, so perky. And what’s worse? Through the sheer material I can see how rosy pink they are as they bud, taut and hard, and not because she may be cold or uncomfortable.
I’m wondering if it’s more than that, especially when she catches me looking at her.
“Ready?” I ask before she can notice my ogling.
But I’m sure she already has.
She smiles coyly, and slides to the other side of the bed. “Sure. You don’t mind if I take this side, do you? I’m weird about sleeping by the door.”
“Not at all.”
“Thanks.”
She tucks herself beneath the comforter. “All right. I’m ready.”
I flip the light switch, glad there’s a sliver of moonlight to guide me back to the bed.
Right now I’m wishing there were bunk beds in this place. Sharing a bed with Piper doesn’t seem too ideal anymore.
I’ve had some attractive clients, and I’ve had some… not-so-attractive ones. Normally the attractive ones have the worst attitudes—stuck-up, selfish, inconsiderate, or mean.
The not-so-attractive ones are usually very vulnerable, very antisocial, or very… weird.
But Piper is… well… she is none of those things.
I thought surely she’d be another one to be stuck up, conceited, and full of herself—especially after discovering she’s an editor at a lifestyles magazine. I thought it’d be another miserable weekend with a woman that thinks it’s all about her.
But I was mistaken.
She’s gorgeous, with an edge of adorable vulnerability that I can’t help but find tempting.
The reason I can’t share this bed with her is because I feel myself slowly hardening in my shorts. Mini-Cooper is on the rise and in need of release.
Her warm, sweet scent of cinnamon and apples is hard to ignore. I bet her skin is soft, and her mouth tastes sweet and fresh after brushing her teeth.
I’m not supposed to think of my clients this way. It’s a rule of mine. Keep the distance. Play the part. Get it over with. Get paid and then move the hell on to the next desperate woman.
Shit.
Maybe I should excuse myself. After
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