Hired (Forbidden Lovers: Rosie Anders)

11 - I Need You

"This arrangement you have with Matthew is completely insane." Kacey states the all too obvious as we head to the bar for the first drink of the night. It's finally the weekend and we can let our hair down as is usual for a Saturday night.

After that moment in Matthew's office, he pinged me a confirmation email for an appointment to sort out birth control. I can only assume he figures out I lied (not surprising) and that I probably wasn't going to get on with as intended (again not surprising) so he must have called in a favour with his friend at the hospital. Now, I have fulfilled all clauses and he stop hounded me to get it done. Not that he knows yet, it's all sorted. Still, that can wait until Monday.

"I know, but I have to think of the bigger picture." I sigh. "He only cares about what he can get out of this personally and while it demeans everything I stand for I am going to keep at it." I place our order and look back at her and Chloe. "What?"

Everything I need to know is in Chloe's smile. "You're enjoying this." She nudges me. "Now it's time you talk to us properly." She leans in, lowering her voice. "Be honest, how big?"

I roll my eyes. "I'm not telling you anything of the kind."

"Well, then he must be massive." Kacey sniggers and picks up her next drink. "So, has he given you the full experience yet?"

I shake my head and take my own drink, thanking the barman, before we head to a table. "Again, not telling you anything." I sit down and down half of it.

Alcohol will be my best friend tonight. I may only be on my first one, but within minutes I plan to be on maybe my fifth. I need to let loose. Although not too much as I won't be able to ensure I don't fuck someone else.

"It's amazing how you tell us so much with so few words." Chloe smiles and sips her drink like a lady.

Ever since I got involved with Matthew, I don't feel very lady like anymore myself. Funny how certain people can change the way you act. "If it saves me saying any actual words, then fine." I lift my glass and swallow every last drop. "I think I need another." I head for the bar and gesture for one more when my phone rings.

I contemplate ignoring it, but when I see the name, I know I have to answer. "Matthew."

"I need you." No beating around the bush then. Straight to the point it is. "Right now." His breathing speeds up and I furrow my brow.

"Why?"

"You know why." He pants a few times. "I have a job only you can do, and it took every bit of me not to let someone else handle the goods. I'm not going to last much longer."

"You sound like you're doing just fine on your own." I muse.

"Funny. But no one can satisfy me like you can. Especially not myself."

I pause for a moment to take in his words. Was that a compliment in any way, shape or form?

I shake the thoughts from my head. "And what if I don't want to? It's Saturday night and I'm out with the girls." I finally say, knowing it must be agony for him as I stall for time. Maybe I can provide a service over the phone to finish him off and then I can go back and enjoy my evening. "I'll give you five minutes of my undivided attention on the phone, but that's it."

"Condition 1 requires you to answer my every call when I am in need of you. Now is that time." He leaves longer gaps between his breaths and I wonder if I can keep him talking long enough that he brings his own happy end. Then I don't have to lift a finger.

"I did answer your call and now, I am going to end this call."

"If you don't walk through this door and give me what I need, your contract will be terminated. Would you risk it? After all this, would you risk not getting that promotion you've been waiting so long for."