SV5 - One Shots

If The Price Is Right... (2)

Amelie looked back down at her feet. Just a few seconds of eye contact with the man had her shaking. He had the most beautiful eyes, a vivid blue like two rare sapphires. He was drop dead gorgeous! What was a man like him doing in a place like this? Surely he could get any woman he wanted.  Why did he want her? And why was he offering a ridiculous amount of money for her?

"My name is Sebastian...."

Sebastian. Even his name was gorgeous. "Violet, please look at me." She shook her head vehemently.

"I can't," she gasped. She heard him sigh.

"I promise you don't need to be scared of me." He didn't get it. She wasn't scared of him. She was scared of her reaction to him. She had never felt anything like it before. She was imagining how his lips would feel on hers, how they would feel kissing her in places she'd never been kissed before. Evan had never kissed her there. She instinctively knew that Sebastian would if she let him. She didn't know how she knew that, but she did.

"Ok, so I guess I should explain things..."

She shuffled in her seat, her nerves growing. Did she want to hear his reasons? Surely nothing could persuade her to sell herself to this man.

"As I said, my name is Sebastian. I'm thirty five years old. I was born and brought up in Germany, but I've lived in the U.K. for five years now. I moved here for work, with my wife."

He was married. Of course he was. That explained why he came here. That made her mind up for her. She stood up, pulling the hem of her PVC skirt down. "I think we're done here. I wouldn't even consider anything with a married man." He gave a small laugh.

"Violet, sit down. I'm divorced. I assure you there is no woman in my life."

"Oh," she replied, dropping back down onto the chair.

"I got divorced two years ago. Since then I've had women throw themselves at me, mostly because of my money. There are so many gold diggers out there Violet. I have no interest in a relationship and the minute I so much as look at them they begin to get ideas. I have a high sex drive Violet, I need regular sex, but I just don't trust any of the women who move in the same circles that I do. At least here I know they are doing it for money, the difference is I know the girls here need the money. It's a win-win situation. I get no strings sex. They get paid well."

Amelie nodded, still looking at her feet. She guessed she could see his logic. He seemed nice, she just couldn't see herself agreeing to his offer. She couldn't. He'd only be disappointed in her. And what he was offering was too good to be true. What weird shit would he expect to do to her for that amount?

"Tell me something about you Violet. I don't mean anything too personal. Just something random."

"Um, I don't know. I'm not very interesting." He sighed again.

"Meet me halfway Violet. I want to get to know you, and for you to get to know me. You need to talk too." He was right. She knew he was.

"Um, I'm sorry. I just can't think..."

Sebastian smiled to himself. She was so nervous. She looked so adorable. He found himself wanting to hug her and tell her she was doing great, but he knew that touching her was out of the question for now.

He glanced at the creamy swell of her breasts that showed over the top of her cami. He wanted to touch her so badly.

"How old are you Violet?"

"Twenty eight," she mumbled.

"And how long have you worked here?"

"Five weeks." He wondered why she worked there. What was her story? He glanced at her arms. There were no needle marks.