6. Liam

CHAPTER SIX

liam

Someone, please give this woman an Oscar. This is the first time I've ever had to keep reminding myself that the person across from me is an escort. And I've been making a real effort to impress her. Repeatedly.

The way April speaks about her life, the amount of detail she provides, and what she can almost convince me are true feelings, are throwing me off. She's quite invested in the persona she created for tonight, and I applaud her dedication. What an actress.

Truth be told, it's been quite a while since I've had this much fun on a date, fake or not. I'm thoroughly entertained by her stories.

April looks younger than I usually go for—I have no patience or interest in rookies—but this woman can hold her ground and I'm not about to fact-check her age. The agency knows my preferences and while I'm happy to pay for sex, I'd never engage with a business that works with underage girls.

Brooke's done a good job picking and preparing April. She's intelligent and bloody gorgeous, with long brown hair that she's constantly playing with or twirling around her finger. I wonder how many times I can wrap it around my wrist.

She has big, captivating green eyes and huge tits that not even this surprisingly conservative dress for an escort could ever hide. There's a promise of a great body lying underneath all that fabric.

April seized my attention the moment she entered this place, and I hoped she was my company for the night. I couldn't stop staring, feeling more excited than I should've when she waltzed her way to my table.

Everything out of her pouty lips fascinates me and I feel goddamn stupid forgetting every once in a while she's a professional.

I'm going to have a fucking feast on those lips later. I can't wait to lick, bite, and suck on them. On all of her. Just the thought of it makes me adjust myself in my pants.

Clearly, I've been possessed by the spirit of a horny teenager, because all I can think about is how I'm about to fuck her ten ways to Sunday. I might break this tiny woman when I do, but I'll make sure she'll go with a smile on those lips.

Since she likes her tequila and didn't feel comfortable asking for one earlier, I invite her to a Mexican pop up restaurant in one of my hotels. They have a spectacular tequila list and an authentic Mexican menu.

I brought Martín, the chef, to London after he impressed the hell out of me on a visit to his restaurant in Oaxaca. I invited him for a year residency at the hotel and it's been a big hit. Martín became a good friend, and I texted him to let him know I'm coming with a plus one, so he'll clear a table for me.

When we enter the hotel, the receptionists all nod but don't attempt to start a conversation. Women have been throwing themselves at me for a long time and sure, it was fun for a while. But at forty-two, I'm over this and have become quite unapproachable. Even more so for young, female employees, reeking of a lawsuit.

Stress is high enough as it is. I rather be known for being an asshole of a boss than a sleazy one.

Martín isn't as discreet as the clerks and bursts out of the kitchen to hug me as soon as he spots me in the restaurant. Certain that this is a terrible idea and knowing for sure I'll wake up tomorrow with the mother of all hangovers, I join April in the tequila tasting the chef suggested.

It's past ten. The kitchen is supposed to be closed now, but Martín has kept it running for me. I'll make sure to compensate his team. Not him. I already paid the fucker an obscene amount of money to convince him to come to London.

The music gets louder and the tables in the middle of the place are removed to give people room to dance and sweat the tequila and spices away.

We eat, drink and when it becomes too loud to be able to talk from across the table, I pull April's seat closer to mine, startling her.

We have to lean in to talk into each other's ears and fuck, I'm hard again. She's telling me something that happened in her made-up story about arriving in London today for her new job. I'm dying to find out if she's this creative while lying on her back too.

My ear is right by her mouth, her warm breath dusting my skin while I spread my open palm on her thigh. She gasps but recovers quickly, carrying on with her story. My fingertips lazily dance up her thigh, causing her to scramble for words.

I resist a smile and raise my head to look at her. I've lost track of what she's talking about while I play with the hem of her dress, edging it up. My mouth is a mere inch from hers. "What were you saying?" She's frozen, a deer caught in headlights.

She takes a deep breath and my hand slips under her dress, straight up to her— oh, fuck yes —lacy panties. "Sorry. I have no idea," she eventually replies.

"Stop apologizing over nothing, April."

Her eyes drop to my mouth and that's my cue. Somehow, I fail to remember my strict rule of no PDA and kiss her.

It's rough, invasive, and my dick stands to scream, " Finally! "

She eventually breaks the kiss, panting. "Liam, what do you say we check if…" Her voice drops to an inaudible whisper and her skin turns pink before my eyes. She's blushing. She's actually blushing. She averts her gaze before resuming her question with minimum volume. "... if there's a room available at the hotel upstairs?"

Oh, wow. That was good. Academy, where's that fucking golden statue for this woman?

"I have a room already booked," I deadpan, and she jerks back. What? Is she pretending to be surprised now? Did she want me to play along?

She's smiling at me with those swollen lips that are begging to be kissed some more. She drops her head to one side, breaking my stare free, and asks, "Oh, you do? So do I look that easy or are you just that confident?"

Fine, I'll play the game, but I don't grace her with an answer. I move my finger, caressing her clit, causing her to clench her thighs. "Do you wanna go now?" I try to sound gentlemanly and patient, but I'm a second away from finger fucking her in the middle of this bar.

She raises an eyebrow and gives me a snarky look. I grab her hand and put it on my rock hard dick. I could cut diamonds with it right now. She gasps for air and her mouth takes an "O" shape that I can't wait to fill.

"Oh," is indeed her only answer. My cock twitches in her hand and she grabs it with welcome force.

"I'll take that as a yes." Lifting her hand from my cock, I pull her from her seat and fast pace my way to the elevator. I position her in front of me so that the fucking tent in my trousers doesn't show and hold her there with my hands on her waist. April giggles in anticipation.

Never, ever, have I seen an escort giggle. This woman must really love her job.

The elevator door opens and I can see her blush-tinted face in the mirror. She's biting her lower lip. I nudge her inside with my hips and drop my mouth to her ear. "Let go of that lip, I have something much better to shove in your mouth".

Her chin drops and I smirk, celebrating my win. I lick the patch behind her ear and she moans, her mouth opening wider to release the sound.

Yeah, baby, open up just like that . Her eyes roll back in her head and she holds onto the rail as she rubs that fine ass into my hardness. "If there wasn't a fucking camera in here, you'd be down on your knees right now, with my cock deep inside your throat."