Page 3 of Bait Me
“Jesus, Sadie,” I say as I flop back on the sofa, staring at her in shock and awe. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
“I had no idea it was going to be something that stuck, and like I said, water-tight contract and all, but I can see how you’re lost, desperately trying to find your footing, so why not make a little money whilst you figure it out? Or should I say, a lot of money. And I mean a lot.”
“How much are we talking?” I ask.
“Depending on the client, the needs, whether it’s an event or simply for companionship, the lowest rate for the night is five-hundred pounds.”
“Five-hundred?”
“Yup.”
“And does that include sex?” I ask her, because I don’t know if that is something I can do.
“Nope. That’s the going rate for dinner only, and he foots the bill, too.”
“Shit.” I’m astounded. Totally fucking astounded by what she’s said. “And, uh, the guys, are they, um…”
“All different types. Old, young, too much money to know what to do with, some are lonely, and some just need a date for an event. Of course there is the option for more, but I’m quite happy with what I’m doing right now. I have no plans to take it further.”
“Right.”
“And none of the men are married, because the boss doesn’t want the hassle of a wife getting wind of their husband paying for something they’re not getting at home, or words to that effect, anyway.”
“The boss does his homework, huh?”
“It’s a very exclusive club to be a part of,” she informs me, and I have no doubt she trusts this boss guy.
“I have to ask, if you’re making so much money dating these guys, why the hell are you still working at the boutique?” I question.
“I simply like to keep busy,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders. “You know me, always on the go.”
“I can’t believe it.”
“Well start to, and whilst I go and grab us some wine, have a think about meeting with the boss man, because the clients would go nuts over your red hair and curves.” With that, she flounces from the room to go get us wine, leaving me with a lot to think about and multiple questions to ask her when she returns.
Chapter Two
BONNIE
Turns out, I was more than interested in what Sadie had to tell me, and as a result, I’m sat in the high-class club where the bossman will be meeting us in five minutes.
“I’m nervous as fuck, Sade,” I tell her as she sits next to me, a smile fixed on her face and several pairs of eyes looking at us curiously before they decide they’ve had their fill of pondering whether we’d be a good date and they return to their own drinks and conversations.
“You’ll be fine, this is really just for him to see that you’ll fit right in here,” she tells me, as if gaining approval is just so fucking normal.
My leg is bouncing up and down, the wine in front of me doing nothing to calm the anxiety racing through me. This is a mistake. I never should have come here. I mean, me, a fucking escort? I find it a struggle to thank people at my current job, so how the hell I’m supposed to pander to the rich and desperate, I have no idea. I mean, I presume they’re desperate, but then, would that really be the case when this is a high-class establishment? I have no idea, but what I do know is that as I am about to tell Sadie that the whole thing is off, but then my words get stuck in my throat. Because walking in the doors, across the room from where we sit, is none other than my sister’s ex-boyfriend. Darius Cole. And he looks absolutely nothing like the guy that sat around the table at my parents’ house for Sunday lunch previously.
Gone are the casual jeans and T-shirt combo, and in its place is an immaculate suit, shiny black shoes, and the look of a guy who means business.
Pretty sure I just fucking orgasmed on the spot.
Dark hair that’s just long enough to run your fingers through, slight stubble gracing his chiselled jaw, broad shoulders, thick thighs, probably a body underneath the suit that invites you to run your fingers all over it, and those eyes… fuck. Deep grey eyes that could lure you in and make you forget your own name. I mean, I noticed he was fit when Kelly brought him home, but seeing him here, in a different light… again, fuck.
“Sadie,” I say, a little panicked. “Why the hell is Darius here?” I ask as I rip my eyes away from him to look at her, my hair falling like a curtain down the side of my face.
“You know Darius?” She looks surprised.
“Yes I know Darius, he’s Kelly’s ex-boyfriend, you know, the one that recently got fed up of her bullshit and decided to run a fucking mile.”
