𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚

Three

Lalisa Manoban fled the bedroom on rubbery legs. Her first instinct after an orgasm like she'd just had was to collapse on the bed and recover. Since that wasn't an option, a speedy escape would have to do. She'd actually already planned on leaving the room at this point in the encounter, hoping to give Rosé some time to stew in anticipation, and perhaps even disobey the order to stay put. As it turned out, she was the one who needed a moment of respite.

She had just done something completely unplanned, something so far outside her norm that she didn't know how to feel about it. She'd asked Rosé to penetrate her. Sure, it was only her tongue, and yeah, Rosé had been on her knees in submission at the time—but still. She didn't demand that from clients. Ever.

Penetration was something she occasionally enjoyed, but only when she was alone. There was a time when she'd had sex with men for money, and that act was rarely negotiable. She'd never liked how it made her feel. These days, she could choose her clients—women only—and set her own limits, so she no longer did anything that made her feel vulnerable.

Being penetrated was an intimacy she had chosen to reserve for someone she genuinely trusted, should that woman ever come along. Despite her admittedly rough past, Lisa still held out hope that she would appear.

A half hour with a client wasn't nearly enough time to build trust, so her impulsive command to Rosé baffled her. As good as this particular client was with her mouth, as perfectly cute and sweet as she seemed, Lisa didn't understand why she had so easily lowered her defences.

On paper, 'Park Chaeyoung' or as introduced, Rosé, was her dream client. Her sexual turn-ons almost perfectly complemented Lisa's—where she liked taking charge, Rosé clearly yearned to have her own sense of control stripped away. Reviewing Rosé's file had actually excited her, which didn't happen often. The photograph that Joy had taken during their initial appointment revealed a very pretty girl—soft golden locks, contrasting with her eyes, which sparkled intriguingly. Lisa would notice her across a room, but never approach someone like her.

Park Chaeyoung appeared to be a preschool teacher, or a cupcake decorator in a chic bakery, or something similarly innocent and good-natured. In other words, she appeared to be Lisa's polar opposite. While Lisa found that wildly attractive and infinitely exciting, she was fairly certain that a woman like Rosé wouldn't be interested in someone like her—at least not for more than a one-night stand.

Hoping to walk off her strange lapse, Lisa headed for the kitchen. She craved a beer, but would have to settle for water. Drinking was strictly forbidden during work, not that she was much of a drinker, anyway. She'd engaged in her fair share of stupidity as a teenager.

She pulled two bottles of water out of the refrigerator that Joy kept fully stocked. This condo was one of a few that the Xtreme Encounters agency leased for all-night appointments, and it was a nice place, if a bit more posh than Lisa would choose for herself. Her clients seemed to love it, though.

On her way out of the kitchen, she glanced at the counter where she'd left Rosé's file. She reached to pick it up, then stopped. Having already memorized its slim contents—the questionnaire, the health-screening results, the adorable snapshot—she knew it didn't contain any answers. Nothing in there would tell her why Park Chaeyoung affected her so powerfully.

Asking for penetration hadn't been her first lapse. The first was in the car, when Rosé had asked her name. She never gave her real name to clients. Never, until tonight. It had just fallen out of her mouth, as though her brain were insisting that Rosé should know something real about her. She'd surprised herself with the disclosure. Perhaps she'd done it because Rosé seemed so nervous. Maybe she'd been trying to comfort a woman who clearly didn't have a lot of experience with this type of thing. Whatever the reason, revealing something so personal was out of character.