The Escort

3 - The Contract

It was still dark outside when I woke up. A heavy thing rested on my bare stomach. It took me some time to discover it was Andreas's arm.

For a moment I just lay still in the silent room, the only sound coming from Andreas's soft breathing. I turned my head to look at him. His face looked serene with his eyebrows relaxed. He didn't look like the arrogant boss that I always saw at work.

Speaking about work, I should go. I had to go home and freshen myself some up before heading off to work.

I tried to wriggle myself free from under his arm, but as I did, his grip tightened, pulling me closer towards his chest. My body didn't resist. My treacherous body.

His breath caressed the skin of my neck, leaving goosebumps. I held my breath when his hand flattened against my stomach. His fingers brushed against the edge of my thong.

'Andreas?'

He groaned in my hair, pulling me even closer. That's when I felt his morning stiffness against my ass.

'Andreas!' I was not going to spoon with my boss the morning of a work day. Not when his velvet wrapped steel - like all authors liked to call it - was pressing against me. It was just too much for me. How was I going to be able to look him in the eyes today when we had shared such an intimate moment.

But you've already kissed him.

That didn't matter.

Andreas shifted behind me. 'Hmm.'

I tried to free myself of his tight grip. 'Andreas!' Didn't he have any sleep for ages? Why wasn't he already awake?

'You're making it worse', he murmured with a low husky voice.

'Then let go of me!'

'What-' His arms immediately released me the moment he realized what was happening.

Finally.

I crawled over the bed, tugging my dress down. My eyes located my shoes in a second. In a max of two minutes I was ready to go. I hadn't checked myself in the mirror of the bathroom, afraid to see what I looked like. I didn't need any shame right now. I had to get out of here first.

Andreas leaned on his elbows, giving a great view of his chiseled chest. He said nothing when I took my purse, ready to leave.

I turned around. 'I'll get going.' An awkward silence filled the room. 'I- Thank you. Euhm, great work.' I saluted. 'See you.' Why did I salute?

I left the room without waiting for a response. He could give me one when he saw me at work in about an hour and a half.

When I fast-walked through the corridors, I kept my mind from wandering to last night. I could pretend it had never happened. I was just going to live my life as if everything was normal, as if I hadn't kissed my boss or had woken up in his arms.

With recovered courage, I dashed out of the hotel straight to the first free taxi that I could find.

On my way home, my stomach rumbled. I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday's lunch break. How did I even survive? I was known for being a hangry person. No wonder I didn't have any control over myself last night. I hadn't been myself. After some good breakfast I would feel a lot better. 

In my apartment I jumped in the shower and began scrubbing my skin as if it could erase yesterday's events. At least I hoped it would.

However, every time I closed my eyes and water streamed down my face, I was hit with the memories of Andreas's lips. It had been little over six months since I had kissed someone, but it was the first time that it had felt so good. That all-consuming want had burned my soul to ashes when his fingers were exploring my body. Would I even survive sex with him?