My Life As An Escort (The Beginning) Book 1 ~ (Completed)✅.

Chapter Sixteen- Evan McCain

I was just about to walk out the door when my doorbell rung. I peeked out the window to see a black town car parked out front of my house. I grabbed the bat that stayed by the door and answered.

"Hello, my name is Simon, Mr. McCain's driver for the night. He asked me to pick you up and take you to the Barcade Patio for the evening."

"Oh, okay," I said sliding the bat into place. Simon was a tall brother with dark hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a black suit and shining black shoes. He seem to watch my every move as I walked to the car and it made me a little nervous. I wondered if he knew why he was picking me up or was he curious as to why he was picking me up? The ride to downtown was less than twenty minutes. Simon looked back at me through the rear view mirror. I smiled the first time but then after that I stared at my phone or pretended to dial a number and talk to someone.

We arrived and the valet opened my door and held the door of the building opened until I walked in. The place was decorated with posters of the artists that were performing for the evening. There were some that I knew from listening to the radio and some were still undiscovered. The bottom floor was decorated with black and blue balloons and streamers hanging from the rafters. Soft music played as people talked in groups laughing and taking pictures.

I walked over to the elevators where another man greeted me inside. He nodded and we were on our way up to the third floor. The elevator doors opened and the acoustics of the music vibrated off the walls. A young lady was singing into the microphone as a host of others danced while others were standing against the wall talking.

I stood in place checking out the crowd searching for Evan. I looked around and he was nowhere to be found. As my eyes glazed across the room a tall darkskinned man approached me.

"Hey baby, you lookin for me?"

I looked at him totally unimpressed. When he opened his mouth not only did his gold teeth almost blind me but the halitosis breath almost knocked me out. Did he not realize there was treatment for that?

"Actually I wasn't so please excuse me." I walked off and I could hear him mumbling about me. It didn't faze me because I was here for one person. I walked over to the bar to get a drink of water because it was a little warm inside. As I asked for some water, strong arms wrapped around me and that all to familiar scent went straight between my thighs.

"You look absolutely gorgeous. You have done something different."

I turned around to stare into those panty-dropping amber eyes. "Do you like?" He was wearing a button down shirt with dark jeans and a blazer. He looked so good I wanted to hold on to him and parade him in front of all the hoochies that were staring back at me.

"Oh, honey you have no idea." He looked me up and down and I blushed. He walked up to me and whispered, "just wait until later. I will show you just how much I like." I swallowed hard as his fingers seductively moved down my spine.

We walked over to an empty sofa that was roped off with a velvet curtain on each side. "Have a seat," he said taking my hand as I sat down. He sat down and looked out across the sea of bodies that were now gyrating across the floor. He nodded his head to the beat of the music and then turned his attention on me.

"How have you been doing?" he asked sliding closer to me. It was hard to hear him as the drums banged and the guitar volume increased. I stared at him hard as I tried to read his lips again. He must have seen my dilemma and pulled me up from my seat and lead me up a set up stairs leading up to a patio. The music was lower and I was finally able to hear again.

"Sorry about that. It can get a little loud in there sometimes."

"That's okay, you're in the music business so you are probably use to it."