The Escort

2 - The Escort

'So what now? We just kiss?'

Andreas took off his vest, revealing a fitted shirt that complemented his strong body. I never knew he was this muscled. I mean, as an escort it made sense he looked after his appearance, but as a manager I couldn't imagine him doing anything else but working.

He rolled up his sleeves. 'We do whatever you want. You paid me, so I do as you please. Except for anything that has to do with BDSM or choking. That's not my thing.'

I gulped. Was I for real having this conversation with my boss? We should discuss marketing plans, not his sex preferences.

My gaze went over the luxurious hotel room. Flora had probably spent at least a thousand dollars on this suite. I couldn't let her pay for all of this for nothing. Boss or not, Andreas was my escort for the night and I was still a virgin. The idea that Andreas would take my flower, however, made me go all nauseous again.

We didn't have to do any penetration. I wasn't an expert on the foreplay part, anyway. Maybe I could practice that with him.

I put my purse on the desk. 'You do whatever I want?'

He nodded.

'You aren't going to fire me tomorrow?'

He took a step in my direction. 'No, because tonight you are Celestina and I am Don André.'

I couldn't contain a chuckle. 'That name is so dumb.'

Andreas looked away, biting his lip.

'You could have chosen every name on the planet, but no, you chose Don André.'

He took another step towards me. 'You can call me whatever you want. Tonight I am yours.' I held my breath when his body was only a few centimeters away from mine. 'Though I keep wondering why you'd want an escort, when you are still this young and beautiful.'

I was beautiful to him? No, that couldn't be true. This wasn't Andreas Jensen speaking. For one evening he was putting up an act, playing his role as Don André.

'It's my birthday', I confessed.

His hand took a strand of my straightened hair between his fingers. He inclined his head towards mine. 'Happy Birthday, Celestina.'

His lips hovered above mine, not making any move, as if he waited for my directions.

Andreas wasn't going to do anything, only if I asked him to, I realized. Though I knew I paid him for this, the gesture warmed my heart.

I should use this opportunity to the fullest. No more wasting time. 'Can you kiss me?'

His other hand found the small of my waist. 'Always.'

His lips caressed mine as if I was made of porcelain.

Carefully he applied more pressure, pulling me closer 'till our bodies were flush together. I could feel every hard part of him against all of my soft ones.

Andreas was a great kisser. I had made out in the past, but none had felt like this. It must sound silly, but it was magical.

I tugged at his shirt and bit on his lip. I usually was never this bold, but the kiss ignited something inside of me.

Want.

I wanted him. Oh God, I wanted my boss.

Andreas' hand found its way to the back of my head and somehow got us even closer to each other. His scent was all over me, intoxicating my senses.

It was too much. It was wrong. This whole situation was wrong in so many ways.

I pressed my hand against his chest, breaking our kiss.