His Woman (18+)

Chapter XLVI

THE JOB

Never sell yourself for less than you're worth, love.

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CHAPTER XLVI

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He let out a loud, obnoxious laugh as I turned around to the bar. The young bartender went back to work, probably assuming that I wasn't interested in him.

He was right. I wasn't. But I wasn't interested in the man beside me with his hand on my exposed thigh either, yet there we were.

“How about I take you back to my room? And then we can get to know each other, if you know what I'm getting at,” he said, squeezing my thigh.

My stomach lurched at the action, but I swallowed down the bile and looked at him with a small smile. “It's not going to be that easy, sir.”

This was exactly what Pablo and Daniel wanted to happen and I was putting it off because of my own fear. Oh well, at least I didn't flat out reject him. The night was still young.

“Of course it's not,” he chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down my leg.

We sat in silence after that, where I sipped my drink until it finished and let my mind wonder off to Daniel. Everything was beginning to get complicated. Before we started whatever it was that we had now, I never thought of him as much as I was starting to. These days, he was always on my mind. His health, the way he looked, the way he spoke... The sex.

I was completely enraptured by him.

“How about we go up to my room and continue this conversation?” the man asked, gaining my attention again as I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I always do better in my solitude.”

“Is that so?” He nodded and a smirk lifted onto my lips. “Well then let's go.”

He got up and took my hand gently, taking me by surprise. He led me out of the bar and into the elavator where he continued talking to me.

Once the elevator door pinged open, he placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me down the hall until he reached his hotel room. It was left unlocked, so all he had to do was open the handle and walk in. He gestured for me to go in first before coming in after me.

I didn't miss how he locked the door behind him, but I pretended that I did as I walked further into the room and took a seat in the living area.

He was in the top suite, so he had a kitchen and living room on the bottom floor and then probably multiple rooms on the top floor.

“Can I get you something?” he asked, making me snap my head over to where he was.

He was at the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Even though he asked the question and I hadn't answered, he still poured some white wine into a wine glass and brought it over to me.

“Thank you,” I said politely, taking the drink from him as he sat beside me.

He watched me expectantly and I rolled my eyes and pretended to take a small sip of the drink before placing it on the coffee table in front of us. I let my eyes scan over my surroundings, but jumped when I felt his hand on my thigh.

I turned to him with wide eyes, but he had taken that opportunity to lean in and kiss my jaw. My heart almost beat out of my chest.

Where was Daniel? Wasn't this the point where he was going to go out and do something? Why was he still here?