sexier than ever before, even more than with her brief, clandestine relationship with Richard. She scooted herself to the far corner in the back area that was big enough to fit about twenty people.
Now it was time to pick up her mystery date, the one Dina had set up for her. She wasn’t very clear on whether she had planned on using an escort service. Even during their day of beauty, the ladies had kept mum.
It took all of about twenty minutes, winding through suburban neighborhoods to get to his home. When the limo stopped, Ava took the opportunity to move over to glance at the house.
The large ranch home looked rustic and out of place among the contemporary two-story houses. With little exceptions, the house looked like a modern log cabin, complete with a stone chimney. Large stone-covered pillars drew her focus to the porch.
Minimal landscaping punctuated the simplicity of the residence. Trees lined the property with small shrubbery standing guard around the house. She didn’t see any plants, nothing that colored the property.
She hoped that the man she would be meeting didn’t match his outside décor, hard and cold on the outside without any color or creativity. Why would she care, though? It wasn’t like she was about to meet the man of her dreams, her Mr. Right or even her Mr. Right Now. If this man was an escort, he probably had seen more vaginas than a gynecologist.
When she heard the front door slam, Ava scurried over to the far side of the limo again and waited. She glanced through the window to see if she could see him. If the portly driver hadn’t been blocking him, she could have gotten a great view.
The door opened. Ava sat up taller, crossed her legs, and allowed her dress to fall open at the slit to show off her legs. Just because she wouldn’t be sleeping with the rent-a-date didn’t mean she couldn’t tease him a bit.
As soon as he got in the vehicle, his back to her, she noticed his broad shoulders and wide back. She didn’t know guys like these existed in an escort service. The driver closed the door.
As he turned to face her, he said, “Hi, my name is—”
Ava’s date faced her and they both stopped. She stopped breathing. He just didn’t move, leaving his hand frozen in midair.
“Mr. Whitten.”
“Dr. Kushnell.”
The night just got interesting.
* * * *
As the Hummer sped down the interstate, so did Troy’s heart.
The first one. The first damn set up and it’s with his fucking professor? What are the odds?
“Dr. Kushnell.” He ran his hand over his hair.
The rented monkey suit that arrived at his house earlier that day constricted his movements. The tightness may have been a good thing. Staring at his teacher in her stunning red dress and her toned legs awakened his resting cock.
“In light of the situation, I think it would be okay to call me Ava.” She rubbed her forehead. “So you’re a—”
“I’m your date this evening.” He extended his hand again, hoping for acceptance. “Call me Troy.”
To his surprise, she allowed a small laugh to escape before she shook his hand. “You’re bound and determined to get me to call you by your first name.”
Troy smiled at her, his way of easing the tension permeating the back of the limo. For as long as he lived, he would never forget the softness of her hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, why would a woman like you need to be set up?”
With her arms crossed, she carried an indignant look when she asked, “What do you mean, a woman like me?”
Streetlights along the interstate illuminated her face in intervals. Each time a light lit up her face, he lost his breath. “Beautiful.” It was the only word he could utter as an explanation.
She lowered her arms and shifted in her seat. Then she shook her head. “I can’t believe it. The first time I have a date in months and…” Ava turned to Troy when words failed her.
“You never answered my question on why you would need a service to get a
Now it was time to pick up her mystery date, the one Dina had set up for her. She wasn’t very clear on whether she had planned on using an escort service. Even during their day of beauty, the ladies had kept mum.
It took all of about twenty minutes, winding through suburban neighborhoods to get to his home. When the limo stopped, Ava took the opportunity to move over to glance at the house.
The large ranch home looked rustic and out of place among the contemporary two-story houses. With little exceptions, the house looked like a modern log cabin, complete with a stone chimney. Large stone-covered pillars drew her focus to the porch.
Minimal landscaping punctuated the simplicity of the residence. Trees lined the property with small shrubbery standing guard around the house. She didn’t see any plants, nothing that colored the property.
She hoped that the man she would be meeting didn’t match his outside décor, hard and cold on the outside without any color or creativity. Why would she care, though? It wasn’t like she was about to meet the man of her dreams, her Mr. Right or even her Mr. Right Now. If this man was an escort, he probably had seen more vaginas than a gynecologist.
When she heard the front door slam, Ava scurried over to the far side of the limo again and waited. She glanced through the window to see if she could see him. If the portly driver hadn’t been blocking him, she could have gotten a great view.
The door opened. Ava sat up taller, crossed her legs, and allowed her dress to fall open at the slit to show off her legs. Just because she wouldn’t be sleeping with the rent-a-date didn’t mean she couldn’t tease him a bit.
As soon as he got in the vehicle, his back to her, she noticed his broad shoulders and wide back. She didn’t know guys like these existed in an escort service. The driver closed the door.
As he turned to face her, he said, “Hi, my name is—”
Ava’s date faced her and they both stopped. She stopped breathing. He just didn’t move, leaving his hand frozen in midair.
“Mr. Whitten.”
“Dr. Kushnell.”
The night just got interesting.
* * * *
As the Hummer sped down the interstate, so did Troy’s heart.
The first one. The first damn set up and it’s with his fucking professor? What are the odds?
“Dr. Kushnell.” He ran his hand over his hair.
The rented monkey suit that arrived at his house earlier that day constricted his movements. The tightness may have been a good thing. Staring at his teacher in her stunning red dress and her toned legs awakened his resting cock.
“In light of the situation, I think it would be okay to call me Ava.” She rubbed her forehead. “So you’re a—”
“I’m your date this evening.” He extended his hand again, hoping for acceptance. “Call me Troy.”
To his surprise, she allowed a small laugh to escape before she shook his hand. “You’re bound and determined to get me to call you by your first name.”
Troy smiled at her, his way of easing the tension permeating the back of the limo. For as long as he lived, he would never forget the softness of her hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, why would a woman like you need to be set up?”
With her arms crossed, she carried an indignant look when she asked, “What do you mean, a woman like me?”
Streetlights along the interstate illuminated her face in intervals. Each time a light lit up her face, he lost his breath. “Beautiful.” It was the only word he could utter as an explanation.
She lowered her arms and shifted in her seat. Then she shook her head. “I can’t believe it. The first time I have a date in months and…” Ava turned to Troy when words failed her.
“You never answered my question on why you would need a service to get a
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