Page 6 of Empowered
“Well, it wasn’t German. And it wasn’t Dutch. Nor was it Swedish.”
“Ah, yes. The bastard language of Europe. I’ve heard it all before.”
“You Danish?”
“Technically.” Sarah’s intended smiled back at her. “Born there, mostly raised here. Bilingual and bitter about it.”
Bilingual men were sexy as hell. Especially if they spoke a language Sarah wasn’t terribly familiar with. “I have dual citizenship too. British, on my mother’s side.” She rarely used her UK passport, though. Only when traveling there for business, and she never stayed long.
“That so? Also, I’ve only been a dual citizen for about a year now. Used to be impossible to have dual citizenship until they changed the laws. Felt quite funny being a grown man asking to have it back after I had renounced it to be 100% American filth.”
Sarah had heard something about that, but only in passing. Besides, what the hell did she care about that? The Danish thing was a mere segue toward seducing this man. “You still haven’t told me your name.”
“Lucas.” Before Sarah could reply, he continued, smiling, “Lucas and Angel. What a Biblical pair we make.”
“Suppose that’s true.”
A brief pause commenced. Sarah bit her lower lip and admired Lucas’s muscular physique as it lurked beneath a pesky suit.I could remove that quickly. I have quite the record. He’d be amazed at how quickly I could remove his suit and get my mouth on his cock.
He caught her checking out his lap.
“Do you work for the club, Ms. Angel?”
She bristled. “No.”
“Ah.” Lucas chuckled. “An independent woman. I can respect that.”
Sarah needed to correct something. “I’m not an escort.”
“Too bad. You have the skills to make a killing.”
She cocked her head to the side, the fake hair on her head brushing against the chair. “That so? How much do you think I could make?”
“For a night, or per hour?”
“Either.”
“Hmm.” Lucas studied the glass of scotch Sarah had left between them. “Last I heard, the going rate for a real pro was thousands a night. So, if I had to spitball a beautiful woman such as yourself coming onto a man like me in a place like this… at least $5000 for the night.”
“You’re right. If I worked one night a week, I’d make a killing.” She crossed her legs, making sure Lucas had a good view of her outer thigh. “Chump change for you, I’m sure.”
“No comment on that.”
“What would you like to comment on, then?” Lucas could come from a failing family for all Sarah cared. As long as he could play the part of rich businessman too posh for his own good, Sarah was guaranteed a good time. “The weather?”
Lucas picked up the scotch. “If I drink this, will I pass out?”
“Are you kidding?” Sarah scoffed. “You asking if I drugged that?”
“Wouldn’t be surprised. Places like these? You drug a poor bloke, next thing I know I’m waking up in my hotel room totally cleaned out.”
“Please. If I wanted your money, I’d charge you for my time.”
“But then you wouldn’t have to have sex with me.”
“Haveto have?” Sarah stood up, her heels bringing her closer to Lucas and his cinnamon-infused cologne. “I don’t think you know what’s going on here, Mr. Lucas.”
He did not move away from her as she approached. His hand grazed against his chin. “Tell me what’s going on, Ms. Angel.”
