between his legs.
“How is the dessert here, Mr. Livingston?”
“It can be satisfying if you’re in the mood.”
“I’m in the mood, Mr. Livingston. But dessert isn’t any fun when there isn’t someone to share it with. Will you be having dessert with me, Mr. Livingston?”
“Perhaps. What do you say we get out of here and find another place to indulge this sweet tooth we have in common?”
“Lead the way, Mr. Livingston.”
As we exited the restaurant, I noticed that all of the other restaurant patrons were staring at us. It was odd. I understood why it was happening in the neighborhood that I lived in but here, it didn’t make any sense. They were all wealthy and better off. Thomas was not an exception. But they looked at me with a bit of disdain that said that I wasn’t one of them. Even with Thomas, I felt like I didn’t belong here. The feeling went away as we quickly made our exit into the limo.
Taking a seat next to Thomas, I got comfortable as he asked me where we would be heading next.
“I don’t know,” I said to him. “Do you plan on retiring early tonight?”
“Actually, you and I have a lot of business to discuss. Shall we head to The Exquisite to talk about it?”
“Yes, let’s.”
I winked at him then leaned in close to kiss him on the cheek. As the limo zoomed into the night, I could see the city falling behind us through the tinted windows. I closed my eyes to forget about everything else and moved my lips to his. I focused on providing Thomas the one pleasure I knew I could and suddenly, every other thought in my head was gone.
Chapter 7
The taste of garlic and frogs lingered in my mouth. I stood in front of the bathroom sink and washed and rinsed out the flavors as best I could. Thomas didn’t seem to mind but I assumed he was just being polite as he always was. After brushing my teeth and reapplying my lipstick, I made my way out to the living room of the suite I thought I would never see again.
There was Thomas, already relaxed and comfortable. His jacket laid across one of the sofas to the side and his tie was loose around his neck. I could see the reflection of the fireplace in his eyes as he stared at it. A glass of white wine sat in one hand and when he finally noticed me, he turned and offered me a glass of my own.
I was getting accustomed to being in Thomas’s presence. Too accustomed. Even though the nature of our relationship was obvious, as we had discussed it several times, I was growing more and more attached to how comfortable a permanent life like this might be. It could all disappear if he simply snapped his fingers. I shuddered at the thought of waking from the dream I was currently living in.
I took a seat next to Thomas and leaned in close to him. I rested my head upon the upper part of his chest and his hard pectorals served as a comfortable pillow. I closed my eyes and I could feel his heart beating. I could easily spend the rest of the night like this. It would be the easiest money I ever made.
“After I graduated college, I was out on the streets.”
I sat up and looked at him confused.
“What?”
“I had taken out a student loan,” he continued. “Nothing different from most college students. When I finally graduated, I had to deal with paying off those debts. I didn’t find a job immediately. I wanted to move back home with my parents but something stopped me. Foolish pride, I suppose.”
I listened intently as he told his spontaneous story. The entire time, his eyes were locked upon the flames.
“I ended up meeting a man named Anthony Westmore. He wasn’t that much older than me. Less than a decade. He was looking for people fresh out of college to help him with his start-up business. It was something with computers. I didn’t know what it was exactly but frankly, it was the best opportunity I had.
“I ended up working for him and guess what? The company exploded. The technology sector sky-rocketed and since I had managed to
“How is the dessert here, Mr. Livingston?”
“It can be satisfying if you’re in the mood.”
“I’m in the mood, Mr. Livingston. But dessert isn’t any fun when there isn’t someone to share it with. Will you be having dessert with me, Mr. Livingston?”
“Perhaps. What do you say we get out of here and find another place to indulge this sweet tooth we have in common?”
“Lead the way, Mr. Livingston.”
As we exited the restaurant, I noticed that all of the other restaurant patrons were staring at us. It was odd. I understood why it was happening in the neighborhood that I lived in but here, it didn’t make any sense. They were all wealthy and better off. Thomas was not an exception. But they looked at me with a bit of disdain that said that I wasn’t one of them. Even with Thomas, I felt like I didn’t belong here. The feeling went away as we quickly made our exit into the limo.
Taking a seat next to Thomas, I got comfortable as he asked me where we would be heading next.
“I don’t know,” I said to him. “Do you plan on retiring early tonight?”
“Actually, you and I have a lot of business to discuss. Shall we head to The Exquisite to talk about it?”
“Yes, let’s.”
I winked at him then leaned in close to kiss him on the cheek. As the limo zoomed into the night, I could see the city falling behind us through the tinted windows. I closed my eyes to forget about everything else and moved my lips to his. I focused on providing Thomas the one pleasure I knew I could and suddenly, every other thought in my head was gone.
Chapter 7
The taste of garlic and frogs lingered in my mouth. I stood in front of the bathroom sink and washed and rinsed out the flavors as best I could. Thomas didn’t seem to mind but I assumed he was just being polite as he always was. After brushing my teeth and reapplying my lipstick, I made my way out to the living room of the suite I thought I would never see again.
There was Thomas, already relaxed and comfortable. His jacket laid across one of the sofas to the side and his tie was loose around his neck. I could see the reflection of the fireplace in his eyes as he stared at it. A glass of white wine sat in one hand and when he finally noticed me, he turned and offered me a glass of my own.
I was getting accustomed to being in Thomas’s presence. Too accustomed. Even though the nature of our relationship was obvious, as we had discussed it several times, I was growing more and more attached to how comfortable a permanent life like this might be. It could all disappear if he simply snapped his fingers. I shuddered at the thought of waking from the dream I was currently living in.
I took a seat next to Thomas and leaned in close to him. I rested my head upon the upper part of his chest and his hard pectorals served as a comfortable pillow. I closed my eyes and I could feel his heart beating. I could easily spend the rest of the night like this. It would be the easiest money I ever made.
“After I graduated college, I was out on the streets.”
I sat up and looked at him confused.
“What?”
“I had taken out a student loan,” he continued. “Nothing different from most college students. When I finally graduated, I had to deal with paying off those debts. I didn’t find a job immediately. I wanted to move back home with my parents but something stopped me. Foolish pride, I suppose.”
I listened intently as he told his spontaneous story. The entire time, his eyes were locked upon the flames.
“I ended up meeting a man named Anthony Westmore. He wasn’t that much older than me. Less than a decade. He was looking for people fresh out of college to help him with his start-up business. It was something with computers. I didn’t know what it was exactly but frankly, it was the best opportunity I had.
“I ended up working for him and guess what? The company exploded. The technology sector sky-rocketed and since I had managed to
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