But Delia wouldn’t look him in the eyes.
“Is wise that you stay away from the girl. She is dangerous, very selfish. I can see she will be a problème if you get involved with her again.” Michelle looked Aaron directly in the eyes to see how he reacted to her advice.
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy?” Aaron asked with a smirk.
“You know she’s not right for you. Is very difficult to have close relations with people. They are not like us.” She pursed her lips in admonishment as though above such petty jealousies. “Is true I care for you. We are bonded. What affects you affects me. But I could never be jealous about this girl. She is an enfant terrible, a spoiled child. And she has an obsession with you.”
Aaron grinned at her admission. “You are jealous,” he chuckled. “Admit it, maybe a little?”
He kissed her on the lips and stroked his fingers through her hair. “You’re right, as usual. She is silly, and immature, and there is nothing for you to be jealous about. You know you own my ass. Besides, she could never pull off that stunt you did up against the wall the other night. That was insane. After that performance, how could Delia compare?” The brat enjoyed teasing her. He was gaining confidence in his new life.
“Aaron … do you still have feelings for this girl?”
His nonchalant comment made her sick to her stomach. “I hate the thought I take away your choices.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “I do not wish to ‘own your ass’ as you say so crudely.”
“Aww, Michelle, ma belle.” He smiled as he ran his fingers over her jawline. “No, no, no. Really, I don’t think of Delia for even a minute. You’re the only one who gets my attention. You’re the one I want. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Mmm … Oui.” She smiled as he played with her.
“So what about the real issue? The police.” Aaron gave her the raised eyebrow.
“They are just as silly and stupid as the girl, but very dangerous. If they become a problème, we will deal with them or move on. I am not a murderer, but I have no problème with taking out the trash.”
Detective Grayson walked up to Konowicz’s desk and slapped down a sticky note, “Got a message for you. It came in while you were on the other line. Says, The girl you are looking for with blond hair and green eyes works with EZ Escort services and her name is Michelle. I got the phone number to EZ from her too, but she didn’t say her name. Wanted to remain anonymous.” One look at Konowicz and he chuckled.
“Oh shit! Is that the prize fighter who knocked you on your ass the other day? Ha! That’s fuckin’ priceless. When you catch up with her tell her I said thanks!” Grayson slapped Konowicz on the shoulder laughing at him. Konowicz’s busted nose throbbed from the jolt.
CHAPTER 14
“My, my, my, très sexy. Don’t you look nice! I like this shirt on you. The blue is your best color.” Michelle turned Aaron in a circle as she checked him out for his big date.
“Yeah, I do look pretty damn good, don’t I? I’m dead sexy.” He spanked his ass in the mirror as Michelle grinned. His new eight hundred dollar outfit made a distinct impression. He had never realized how much clothes can make the man. Michelle had a sharp eye for fashion, and a deep pocketbook.
“Thank you so much, I never could’ve bought this on my dime.” He smiled as she ran her hands over the ass of his black slacks.
Michelle never seemed to care about money. She was constantly shopping for expensive designer clothes for the both of them. She paid all the taxi rides, and who knew how much her apartment cost. He never bothered to ask about money. He didn’t have the first clue about her finances beyond the fact that she made good money on her dates.
He stared at her sideways in the mirror as she smiled back. Who is this woman that I’m in love with? He didn’t even know how old she truly was, or so much as her full name. The woman was a mystery, but that’s the way she liked it.
Michelle broke him out of his silent reverie with her speech on vampire etiquette. “Mon petit chou. Remember the rules. Feed no more than sixty seconds. No multiple orgasms––you risk the addiction. Release her when she pops. Not a moment longer. Avoid sex. Is a very bad idea. Your control is not good right now. Trust me when I tell you, is bad. You don’t want to hurt a woman that way.”
“Yes, Massa. Aye’s a good slave, Massa. Don’t beat me!” He pinched her ass as he teased.
“I want you to save your energy for later tonight. I have something planned. Some more tricks for you. We will need your stamina!”
He envisioned the many things she had taught him in the bedroom. Wild passionate sex for hours and hours on end. He shivered in anticipation, adjusting his pants as he caught a semi just thinking about her.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Callahan. My name is Aaron. How are you this evening?” He met his date in the lounge of the Double Tree Inn. The music hadn’t begun yet and the quiet unpopulated ambience felt peaceful, romantic.
She hugged him, planting a kiss on his cheek––a little too familiar to be completely cordial. She replied with an inviting expression. “Fantastic now you’re here, honey. Aren’t you the sexiest thing I’ve seen in years? Look at you!” She held his hand as she stepped back in appreciation of his physical assets.
Reading her mind, he found her fascinating. His first official date as an escort. He dug in deep, trying to get a sense of her entire being in addition to her current thoughts, which were mostly occupied with fantasies of sex with him. He clearly read several key components of her soul. She’d been married for twenty years to a jet-set corporate CEO. The asshole preferred sex with his secretaries and assistants to her. Of course, it hadn’t always been that way. Her husband had developed the habit over the years, gradually growing distant. She’d thought of divorcing him many times over, but their kids kept her from going through with it. This wonderful forty-plus mother of three lived daily with emotional and sexual neglect, much the same as him. Well, up until a week ago.
He sympathized with her instantly. He couldn’t fault her for hiring an escort. And why exactly was she interested in him? Discretion. She could afford expensive eye candy that guaranteed discretion and allowed her to enjoy life’s simple pleasures of sexual fulfillment with a hard body half her age. It wasn’t love, but it would have to do.
He realized immediately he would break his promise to Michelle. He couldn’t refuse this woman the very thing she needed most, Michelle’s warnings be damned. He vowed to maintain control and give her what she was paying for.
She planned to spend the evening at the hotel. Dinner, cocktails, dancing, and then retire up to the room. At five hundred an hour, she intended to pay cash for four hours. The escort service had already charged their fee in advance. His cash would be his to keep.
The dinner went smoothly with small talk about her family and business interests. She drifted into politics that flew completely over his head. He mostly just listened to her. She was a truly remarkable woman and he had grown to genuinely like her.
They danced for a time, slow and intimate, stealing kisses here and there. Her hands began to roam below his waistline. “Why don’t we head up to the room?”
“You must be reading my mind.” She had such a beautiful smile to complement her aching soul. He wondered what kind of asshole would treat a woman like this so poorly.
This woman needed him. She needed him to make this a special night for her. She seemed so wonderful, only wishing to be loved. He was willing to test his tenuous control, for her.
Upstairs, she kissed him on the lips. “Call me Rosalie, Mrs. Callahan is so formal, makes me feel like I’m talking to one of my son’s friend’s. I’m going to get changed into something more comfortable. I’ll be back in a moment.”
She exited the bathroom a few moments later wearing a red see-through negligee with a matching sheer G-string. Rosalie wasted no time. She kissed him deeply while her hands undressed him fast and efficient. She had a definite plan for the night’s activities and followed it without hesitation or embarrassment.
Rosalie looked him up and down with another one of her beautiful smiles blooming across her face as he stood before her naked. He enjoyed seeing himself from her perspective as she ogled his body. She loved his trim abs that didn’t fold over his belt like Mr. Callahan’s. And his firm pecs, they didn’t need one of those compression t-shirts to hide man-boobs. When her attention settled on his cock she licked her lips. The woman couldn’t wait to get him in her mouth. He was the best date she’d ever had through the agency.
If he could perform like the stud she imagined, she’d definitely be coming back for another date. After a few seconds of appreciation and wild imaginings, she put her skillful hands to work caressing him, bringing him to full size.
As she pushed him back onto the bed, she climbed over him and said, “I love fellatio; it’s a specialty of mine. I can’t resist wrapping my lips around something so beautiful.” With that she went down on him. She took the top position working him voraciously. He lay back and let her do as she pleased. She toyed with him, licking up and down his length, teasing, and then concentrating intense suction on the very tip. He moaned and couldn’t help but fist his hand in her hair and lift his hips as she tugged on the head of his cock. She pulled away, teeth, tongue and lips scraping past his most sensitive flesh to come up for air with a smile on her face.
“Honey, I can do this all night long.”
Then she went right back at it, a muffled, vibrating groan massaging him as she went all the way down, craning her neck to accommodate his full length.
He read her desire to receive the same treatment she gave him. Never leaving her mouth, he pivoted into position, his face buried between her legs as Michelle taught him. He took his time. His fingers toyed with her entry and stroked her inner thighs. Pulling her panties aside, he bared her flesh to his taste.