The Professional Lover II (18+) | [Complete]

10 : Hiding It

"So ... You like him?" Remy asks me.

I watch him as he continues to stir the tomato bisque, so daring while wearing a white dress shirt and dry-clean only slacks. "He's not half bad," I say as I try to hide the full depth of my adoration for Daniel. Sexy, sexy Daniel. I'm an automatic fan of anyone that can make me come that hard the first time we fuck. I warm at the memory.

"And you think it will work out well?"

Fuck yes, "I do." I pick up his glass of red wine to take a swig.

He tilts the glass away from my mouth before I get a taste. "You're not old enough for that yet," he says, taking the glass from me.

"I'm old enough to sell to a forty-six-year-old man, but I can't have a sip of wine?"

He gives me a sideways glance and says, "Touché," before taking a drink. He hands the glass back to me.

"I still can't believe he's going to pay me that much just to fuck him."

"Yeah, well ... He has money to blow. Might as well use it to get blown."

That makes me laugh. "He's pretty hot for being so old. He could probably get blown for free."

"Don't make suggestions that don't make us money," he scolds me with a playful grin.

"Yes, Sir."

He reaches for the drawer beneath me and I pull my legs up to cross them on the countertop. I down the last of the wine and enjoy it as it settles warmly in my stomach and chest. "How is school?" he asks me as he reaches into the cabinets for bowls.

"It's fine."

He pulls open the drawer directly below me and grabs two spoons. "I'm going to need you to be more specific."

"This is my weird semester. I'm taking music appreciation, intermediate modern dance, and a bullshit computer science class. They're all blow-offs since they expect A&P to kick my ass." 

"Is it?"

"Yeah," I admit. Not as much as life, but it's a close second. "I have a whole three weeks to memorize every part of every bone in the body."

Remy's brows raise. "Damn."

"Right? My TA gave me his number and offered to help me study."

"Sounds like you should take him up on that."

I chuckle. "That's probably a bad idea."

He has a curious expression as he spoons the soup into the bowls. "Why?"

"Because he's cute and I want to fuck him."

He gives me a sideways glance and smirks. "And what's wrong with that?"

I shrug. "I have Daniel now?"

Remy glances up for a moment and chuckles. "He doesn't own you, Mags. He pays you for availability, not exclusivity." He hands me a steaming bowl, his white smile gleaming between his lips. "I doubt Sugar Daddy can go more than twice a day. What is that? Thirty minutes tops?"