The Businessman's Escort✔️(Wattpad version)

The meeting

Lacey

They drove me to a location in the heart of Cedar City, a bustling city of people and traffic. It nestled the most important businesses. The suburbs are on the outskirts of it.

I came to the city when I worked for dinner parties or dinner. A personal shopper delivered items to my apartment. I prefer it that way.

We pulled into a parking garage and exited the car. I followed the man to an elevator. Dressed in business attire, I treated it as a business meeting. As far as my presence concerned people, I'm here to conduct business, not the kind they knew about me.

The elevator doors opened. We stepped out onto the ceramic floor as my heels clicked against the flooring. I held my head high and shoulders back as I walked, exuding confidence. My chestnut curls bounced upon my shoulders as we made our way to an office door.

The man opened the door to reveal a spacious office and office furniture and a man sitting behind a desk.

"Vincent, your three o'clock appointment arrived," the man announced.

"Thank you, Cruz. You may leave," Vincent told him. The man turned, leaving the office while closing the door to provide us with privacy.

"Would you like to sit?" He asked, gesturing to a chair that sat in front of the foreboding desk.

I walked over and sat down, crossing my legs, ladylike, as he examined me. I watched him check me out and knew at that moment; he has one thing on his mind.

Vincent

I sat at my desk, awaiting her arrival. Cruz found out information about her. Her name wasn't Cherry, which she used to conceal her identity. Her actual name is Lacey Powell. Father was an alcoholic, the mother abandoned the family, and grades were abysmal. How did she ever graduate?

She worked several odd jobs while living in a homeless shelter. Became an escort of twenty and is now twenty-three. I'm curious. How someone with her pathetic background became the highest-paid escort in Cedar City?

My office door opened as Cruz walked in with a petite brunette following him. She dressed in a navy business attire with manicured hands and exudes confidence. She's beyond beautiful.

After dismissing Cruz, I offered her a seat to sit, crossing her legs. Something told me she knew what she was doing.

I studied her for a few minutes before standing and walking around the desk towards her. I sat down in a chair next to her and looked at her.

"Do you speak?" I asked.

"Not usually. It's better that way," she answered.

"As an escort, you don't speak to your clients?" I looked at her with curiosity.

"You learn not to speak much. It keeps the clients wanting more. My clients prefer it that way, so I oblige," she spoke with certainty.

"Interesting," I reasoned as I watched her. She didn't show fear or concern. She was at ease sitting there. I needed to disarm her and take control. "I know you refer to yourself as Cherry, but your actual name is Lacey," I commented as I watched her tense.

"How do you know my name?" She questioned me.

"I like to know everything about the people I conduct business within my life. I don't like games. I don't have the time or patience for them. I prefer to get straight to the point," I answered as she looked at me with irritation.

"Mr. Powers, you asked for a meeting with an escort. You prefer to get right to the point. Why am I here?" She asked, annoyed.

"I have a proposition for you," I offered as she looked at me with intrigue. "I would like to hire you for one month to be at my beck and call."