Mr.Langmore

Chapter nine

My head was pounding and racing still.

"Sorry, How much longer?" I asked the driver Jacob had sent for me.

"Five minutes miss." He replied, his dark eyes looking at my breast before turning back. The dress was pushing them up uncomfortably. It was all uncomfortable, even the situation. I would have never cared if it weren't for Will. He made me feel look at myself and see who I really was.

We pulled up to a busy street and the driver left the car and ran to open my door. I thanked him and walked out. I looked inside the glass windows and saw all the luxury. The classy woman dripping in thousand dollar outfits and designer brands I hadn't even heard of. They looked like diamonds.

I couldn't help but look down at myself and compare. My provocative and enticing dress alone showed how out of place I was. I was like Jacobs little pet he could show off to his friends, prove what a complete asshole he was, how everyone was okay and possibly found it humorous how he held me at his hip.

"Speaking of the devil." I muttered to myself as Jacob walked towards me.

"Fucking perfect." He exclaimed. Holding up his glass of whiskey.

"Jacob, hey." I said clenching my jaw. His dark blue suit perfectly fitted on him, mischievous eyes gleaming with pleasure at the sight of me. I felt a bit of hatred as I looked at him. He was a confirmation of how low I had stooped.

It was all so subjective. A woman should be able to work in what she pleased, I never thought less of myself for doing the things I did so why did I now? What had changed?

He placed a kiss on my lips as his hand snakes around my waist to grab a fistful of my ass.

"Come on. Let's get you a drink." He said and I smiled forcefully and followed his step as he held my hand with his large one.

We walked inside the restaurant and the human noise quieted the chatter inside my head. It was beautiful, almost glittering with all the glass and dim lights.

"It's beautiful." I said and he turned and looked at me. A warm smile spread on his lips.

He sat me at the bar and he ordered me wine without asking. I gladly accepted the glass and took a big sip.

"How have you been." He asked me. He stood over me his hand grazing up and down my bare thigh.

"Yeah Fine... good." I said smiling. He chuckled and I looked up to see what was so funny.

"What is it? What's bothering you? School?" He asked me and I could have sworn it was genuine concern. A smile stretched out on my lips as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"No, just a bit spaced out today. I hit my head earlier maybe it's that... but I'm okay. How are you?" I asked him and he shrugged.

"As good as I can be seeing as I have to make conversations with these idiots." He laughed jokingly.

"You don't get along with the people you work with?" I asked drinking my wine.

"Very few." He said.

"Hey can I ask you something?" I asked him and he kept his eyes locked to mine and nodded.

"How often do you hire girls like me to do this type of thing?" I asked curiously.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know? You think you're expendable?" He answered with interest.

"Just curious." I replied remembering Will had told me he did it often.

"I don't know Andrea. You know the second I saw you I knew I had to have you... don't you notice how all the men in the room try and get a glance at you without their wife's noticing. Can't you see how dangerous you are?" He said closer to my ear.