Page 21 of Sex Coach

Seven

Jake

I spent moretime debating on what to wear in one night than I normally did in a month's worth of assignments. And considering sometimes I had two a day, that was pretty pathetic .

In the end, I went with a finely knit sweater and a pair of tailored slacks that more than a few of my clients had told me made my ass look amazing .

It wasn't arrogance to know that I had a decent body. In my line of work, it wasn't just a plus, it was a requirement. I spent a good hour in the gym each day and every meal I ate on my own was a healthy one, save for the one or two cheat days I allowed myself each month ,

Sometimes, my clients wanted to indulge in a lavish meal, and when that was on the agenda, there was very little to be done but join in. I wasn't going to order broiled fish and salad when she wanted a steak and was craving crème brulee .

That didn't do much to make a date feel special. And while my dates paid for my time, it was all about making them feel special from beginning to end .

It was strange to think about, but I was more nervous about the upcoming dinner with Michelle – and it wasn't any kind of date – than I'd been in a long time .

Because it did no good to brood about such things, worry about such things, or get nervous, I told myself to knock it off. Just get the hell to the restaurant early, maybe have a glass of scotch while I waited for Michelle and check with the staff, make sure everything was set up as I'd requested .

I'd cultivated a relationship with the maître d and staff of almost every restaurant I frequented, so it wasn't hard to request something in the way of special service, a seat at the chef's table, wine waiting when we were seated, a special dessert, little touches all designed to make the woman feel special .

And the woman always paid .

Except Michelle wasn't paying tonight .

We hadn't discussed it .

Standard procedure would be either each of us picking up our own tickets or her paying, possibly with a company card since she was doing an interview for a magazine – and that was funny as hell to think about – a magazine paying for an interview with a manwhore .

But I was paying for her meal .

Maybe I'd even talk her into going for a walk with me .

I didn't know why, but she was in my head way more often than she should be. I needed to do something about it. I just didn't know what .

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O kay.I'd been lying to myself .

I knew what I needed to do about it .

I needed to fuck her blind and hear her moaning out my name, screaming it, sobbing it, squealing it, whatever noises she made when she came, and I needed to hear her do it over and over again while wrapped around my dick .

And preferably soon .

Because if I didn't, I was going to keep obsessing about the thought and keep obsessing about her .

I couldn't afford either distraction .

Michelle was one hell of a distraction too .

With those blue-green eyes that made me think of warm, Caribbean waters and deep red-brown hair, her skin all soft and creamy, everything about her was a little vivid, a little too surreal. She wasn't beautiful, but she was pretty, kind of like the girl next door the nice kid I used to be would have wanted, but he knew she was out of his reach .

Now, though, she was sitting across from me, wearing a halter-styled dress that played up the ripe curves of her tits, and I wanted to free the tie at her neck, peel the dress down and free her from whatever kind of bra she wore, then have her breasts spill into my hands. She'd been wearing a shrug earlier, but she'd slid out of it and now the light from the fire just a few feet from where we sat gleamed against that pearly skin, making my mouth water and my hands itch .

"So you just...go by instinct," she said, eyes still on her notepad .

We had spent most of the evening like that, her asking questions and staring at the notepad instead of me. I knew why. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink that shone through despite the very excellent application of makeup. I wanted to get her so mussed up, the makeup had no chance at hiding her blushes. But I couldn't do that here .

"Instinct?" I asked, reaching for the water glass in front of me .

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