Page 10 of Wildest Desire

As he walks over, his eyes don’t leave mine. He stops in front of me then leans in closer. The sound of him inhaling my scent is loud in the quiet room, but then he moves back and grabs his wine glass off the table as if he didn’t do something strange. “I have wine. You didn’t need to bring any,” he says as he walks away.

I let that one slide and don’t reply. “Would you like to be called? Mr. Knight or Ethan, tonight?” I ask. His text message didn’t give me much information about how the night is to be played out.

Without turning around, he asks, “What would you like to call me?” He’s not being playful when he says it, either. I stay quiet. I’m unsure about how to answer. I don't even know what the hell I’m what doing here, much less he expects of me. “Ethan.” He never drops his direct stare into my eyes as he walks back toward me.

The way Ethan looks at me can be very intense. It’s like how you would envision a vampire looks when they want to suck the blood out of you. Hungry.

I wonder what he thinks when he looks at me. It feels like he’s drinking in every inch of my body. Everywhere his eyes touch makes me feel like I’ve lost a part of myself in him.

“Take your coat off.”

Please. I let the jacket fall from my arms, and his fingers softly touching my arms sends a pulse of heat through my body. I go to pull the chair out, but Ethan beats me to it. He takes a napkin and places it on my lap. He lingers there like he wants to say something but pulls away when we hear a knock at the door.

As he goes to answer the door, I pull my phone out and send Ms. Jackie a message.

Lexi– Does Ethan know that we don’t have sex with, or date our clients?

I may be wrong, but the looks he gives me and how he gets in my personal space makes me feel like he wants more from me.

Ms. Jackie– Yes, I gave him the contract with the rules. Everything okay?

I replay the contract in my head. One Call provides women as a date in a public place. The call girl is paid to be present at a social function, such as a cocktail party or a business dinner. They're not paid for anything other than their time. We provide companionship only. Kissing is allowed if the situation requires it, and both the call girl and client are in agreement. No sexual favors will be provided, including blowjobs, handjobs, etc.

Lexi– Yes, I think. He just seems very intense. Will message you when I get home. x

Putting my phone down, I jump when I feel his hand on me. He scared the shit out of me.

Ethan plates the food with wrapped chicken, vegetables, and some fancy sauce on the side. He pours me some more wine before sitting down next to me.

“This looks very nice,” I say. I need to make this comfortable, otherwise I won’t be able to work with him in the future. “Next time, I'll have to make you dinner.” I smile as I cut some of my chicken.

“Open.”

Please. I look over at him as he brings his fork to my mouth. My eyes are wide as I watch him feed me. Slowly shutting my mouth around the fork, his eyes remain fixated on my mouth. I close my eyes, and a small moan leaves my throat. The chicken with the orange sauce is amazing. Opening my eyes, I look at Ethan. Fuck! If the devil wasn't smiling before, he is now.

I take a sip of wine and look out at the nightlight of San Francisco. “Have you lived here long?” I ask, trying hard to move past what just happened.

“Five years or so.”

“It’s a wonderful place. Do you—”

“Do you like your job?” he cuts in. I notice he’s not really looking at me, but more like past me.

“Yes. How else would I be able to buy Jimmy’s?” I smile at him. I love my shoes. One day I hope to own as many as Carrie does from Sex in the City.

Ethan’s eyebrow lifts as he catches my gaze. “Jimmy?” he asks me.

“My shoes, Jimmy Choo.” I point to them with a smile. He doesn’t reply, but takes a quick look at them and returns his attention back to his food.

Looking back outside, I take little side glimpses of him from the corner of my eye. He never does just one thing and he never stops moving. He's either messaging on his phone, looking out the window or looking over at me as I eat my food.

I have no idea what to make of this night. I’m uncomfortable because he's not telling me what he wants from me. Finishing my dinner, I push my chair back and start toward the kitchen to place my dishes in the dishwasher.

“Sit.”

Please. Why can’t he just say please? I look over at him and slowly sit back down. As he's walking away, I take another look around. I thought the purpose of me coming today was for us to get to know each other a little. That way it would be easier when I attend events and such with him. But I’m not learning anything new about him. Maybe I should google him.

“I didn’t know what kind of desserts you liked, so I got an assortment of them.” He puts down a plate full of different mini desserts, cheesecake, chocolate cake, and chocolate mousse. There are so many to choose from.

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