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him, but he’s not what I'm used to in bed. You know what I like, Robert, and he’s not able to be with me like I want.”
“That could change. In time, all relationships change.”
“It’s not a relationship.”
“Could be.” Robert planted his arse on the corner of the desk and drilled his gaze into him. “What’s the second reason?” He wasn’t going to drop this, Jacob could tell.
“Fine! I paid him to be with me to shut everyone up about what I'm into and to make a good impression on the big guys.”
Robert sat still, looking at him. “You paid him? Like… paid him paid him?”
“He’s an escort. I booked him through an agency. Well, when I say booked him , I actually booked someone else who I wasn’t as attracted to, but I ended up getting Dominque by some stroke of bad luck.”
Robert took a minute to take in what he’d said then stood up, hand in pockets, looking at Jacob sitting with his arms and legs splayed out and smiled. “Could have been fate. He could be your destiny. You never know.”
“Bullshit. You and I don’t believe in that crap.”
“But you like him.”
“I do.” Jacob closed his eyes. Two weeks passed since he met Dominque and he thought of him every day. “I wish I didn’t, but I do and it pisses me off to no end. I wish I'd never met the perfect son of a bitch. It was a mistake. The whole evening was one big catastrophic failure.”
Robert moved to the couch shoved up against the wall, lying down on it and smiling at Jacob. “You paid for him.” He sniggered a little. “Why? You're not that ugly. I mean, you need to work on your bedside manner, but that won't come as a surprise to you. Surely there are men willing to date you for free?”
“I didn’t want the hassle. I didn’t want a date, I wanted a professional, and Dominque was perfect.” There was that word again. Perfect. It kept springing up and running around Jacob’s mind like a runaway train which he couldn't stop no matter how much he tried. Like it or not, Dominque was fucking perfect. “No one else could have done what he did beside me. And… He gave all his earnings, in fact, more than I paid him, to the charity. Over three thousand pounds.”
“So, you really didn’t pay him, then?”
“No.” Jacob fisted his hands together. “I wish he hadn't done that.”
“Hey, every penny counts.”
“He worked hard for that money.”
“We all work hard for our cash.”
“Yeah, but he was with me, putting up with my sullen mood for hours and hours.”
“Yeah, that’s the worst.” Robert chuckled at Jacob’s frown. “It was his decision. You can't control everything, Jay.”
“I can try.” Jacob grinned at his friend.
“Try and fail.”
Jacob’s mobile went off and they both rolled their eyes. It was constant. “Yes?”
“Mr Buchanan.” It was his secretary. “Allan Parkinson called to arrange a dinner date for next weekend. He said his wife, Bettina, was missing her friend?”
“Ugh.” Jacob took the phone from his ear and ground his teeth together.
The woman had been in constant contact with him since she met Dominque, saying how she liked him and had chatted to him since, but he was being coy about arranging a second dinner date.
Jacob was incensed when he found out Dominque gave Bettina his personal details, but then after two weeks of being hassled by her himself, he understood how persistent the woman could be. Poor Dominque didn’t stand a chance at saying no to her. He pulled the phone back to his ear and sighed. “I’ll contact Allan direct and sort something out for this weekend.”
What the hell he was supposed to do? Another date was out of the question. If Bettina wanted to meet up with Dominque that was fine, but he wouldn’t be there. Then again, Allan was on the board of trustees and an important man, one who Jacob shouldn’t ignore, and pissing off his beloved wife was bound to do just that.
“What's up?” Robert sat up, crossing his arms
“That could change. In time, all relationships change.”
“It’s not a relationship.”
“Could be.” Robert planted his arse on the corner of the desk and drilled his gaze into him. “What’s the second reason?” He wasn’t going to drop this, Jacob could tell.
“Fine! I paid him to be with me to shut everyone up about what I'm into and to make a good impression on the big guys.”
Robert sat still, looking at him. “You paid him? Like… paid him paid him?”
“He’s an escort. I booked him through an agency. Well, when I say booked him , I actually booked someone else who I wasn’t as attracted to, but I ended up getting Dominque by some stroke of bad luck.”
Robert took a minute to take in what he’d said then stood up, hand in pockets, looking at Jacob sitting with his arms and legs splayed out and smiled. “Could have been fate. He could be your destiny. You never know.”
“Bullshit. You and I don’t believe in that crap.”
“But you like him.”
“I do.” Jacob closed his eyes. Two weeks passed since he met Dominque and he thought of him every day. “I wish I didn’t, but I do and it pisses me off to no end. I wish I'd never met the perfect son of a bitch. It was a mistake. The whole evening was one big catastrophic failure.”
Robert moved to the couch shoved up against the wall, lying down on it and smiling at Jacob. “You paid for him.” He sniggered a little. “Why? You're not that ugly. I mean, you need to work on your bedside manner, but that won't come as a surprise to you. Surely there are men willing to date you for free?”
“I didn’t want the hassle. I didn’t want a date, I wanted a professional, and Dominque was perfect.” There was that word again. Perfect. It kept springing up and running around Jacob’s mind like a runaway train which he couldn't stop no matter how much he tried. Like it or not, Dominque was fucking perfect. “No one else could have done what he did beside me. And… He gave all his earnings, in fact, more than I paid him, to the charity. Over three thousand pounds.”
“So, you really didn’t pay him, then?”
“No.” Jacob fisted his hands together. “I wish he hadn't done that.”
“Hey, every penny counts.”
“He worked hard for that money.”
“We all work hard for our cash.”
“Yeah, but he was with me, putting up with my sullen mood for hours and hours.”
“Yeah, that’s the worst.” Robert chuckled at Jacob’s frown. “It was his decision. You can't control everything, Jay.”
“I can try.” Jacob grinned at his friend.
“Try and fail.”
Jacob’s mobile went off and they both rolled their eyes. It was constant. “Yes?”
“Mr Buchanan.” It was his secretary. “Allan Parkinson called to arrange a dinner date for next weekend. He said his wife, Bettina, was missing her friend?”
“Ugh.” Jacob took the phone from his ear and ground his teeth together.
The woman had been in constant contact with him since she met Dominque, saying how she liked him and had chatted to him since, but he was being coy about arranging a second dinner date.
Jacob was incensed when he found out Dominque gave Bettina his personal details, but then after two weeks of being hassled by her himself, he understood how persistent the woman could be. Poor Dominque didn’t stand a chance at saying no to her. He pulled the phone back to his ear and sighed. “I’ll contact Allan direct and sort something out for this weekend.”
What the hell he was supposed to do? Another date was out of the question. If Bettina wanted to meet up with Dominque that was fine, but he wouldn’t be there. Then again, Allan was on the board of trustees and an important man, one who Jacob shouldn’t ignore, and pissing off his beloved wife was bound to do just that.
“What's up?” Robert sat up, crossing his arms
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