(A/N-Special thanks to Bekki boo for beta reading this.)
Mrs. Patricia Johnson was Robin's latest client, and she loved to pay for the entire weekend with him. His fee was large as he gave the best service imaginable. There were only three rules he lived by. He had his own separate room, which he'd use the moment Patricia passed out. She was in her late fifties, but with all of her plastic surgery she looked a little younger. The woman still liked to fuck and paid his fee without complaint.
He was checking his cell phone in the bathroom, putting his pants back on as he walked back into the room, Patricia was waiting for him, smoking a cigarette.
Robin was a male escort. He didn't work for anyone, not anymore. When he'd squandered all of his father's inheritance ten years ago, he had no choice but to work for someone else. He'd started at a young firm as one of their escorts, offering his dating service. Robin had never been good at dating. He'd been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. With nothing to his name, no money, no house, no car, just bankruptcy, he'd learned how to date. He'd treated all of the women who asked for his service with care and consideration, but over the months, he saw another guy, James Nolan make a huge name for himself. The only difference between them was James fucked his clients.
At the end of the week, Robin had seen his paycheck and happened to catch a glimpse of James's paycheck. The amount had been easily ten times more than what Robin picked up for taking women on dates. Offering James a drink, Robin had made it his mission to find out exactly what the other man did.
"I do whatever the woman asks me to. I've got limits, but they're small limits. There are a lot of lonely women out there."
After a large drinking session, Robin had gone back to the corporation and requested he be put on the different service, the service that offered more. The following week he had been booked morning, noon, and night. He quickly forgot about James living up the life. By the end of the first week, he had been able to find a decent apartment to rent within the city. The second week came, and Robin had realized he wanted more. If he was going to earn a shitload of money, he was going to offer it all.
Robin became everything. He started a friendship with the woman who controlled the client list. The chart of demands and expectations had been her responsibility. She had told him what women were seeking.
Over the next year, Robin had learned how to become a Dominant man within the bedroom. He'd learned everything he knew from an exclusive club known as Club Kinky. The Doms in charge had taught him how to handle a whip, paddle, all of the toys for this kind of play. He'd loved it, relished it, and found a calling within him that he was in fact a Dom. Robin didn't expect to get a submissive. His career choice wouldn't be easy for anyone. He was paid to have sex with other women.
He didn't allow himself to go out with anyone but his clients. Working everyday he didn't have much time of a social life, apart from his friends who hadn't turned their back on him. Neal Cassidy was one of his best friends and knew what he did for a living. Not many of Robin's friends knew, but Neal was his closest, and Robin had confided in him, especially when he bought his own home two years into working for someone else.
"If you love it, you should consider going out on your own."
Neal's words had stuck with him. Now, Robin worked alone. He didn't ask anyone else to work for him, but he'd been approached by other escorts, male and female. His company had started up, Pure Smut. There was nothing dirty about him, but the moment he typed the words into his website, there was just something catchy about the name "Smut". People looked at it. The word caught their eye, and after a week of no work while he set up his own business as a personal escort in everything, he was hooked. His slogan, "No Limits", was just perfect for him.
The second week, he'd gotten a call for work. In no time at all, he was filling the beds of lonely women. James did everything. He took subs, and once even became a sub himself, which he never did again. There was no way he was answering to anyone else in the bedroom. Within two years he took on another two employees, escorts called Tamara and Jefferson. He'd hated employing Tamara and was going to refuse until she broke down and told him she didn't have a choice. To him, with women escorts, he felt a little like a pimp, and he didn't like that feeling. When he'd worked for other people, he saw many women break down because of what they did, not all, but some. He didn't hate the job he did, but he also knew how dangerous it could be out there. He'd not worried about Jefferson because the other man had been upfront about loving the business and looking forward to earning. Tamara was more reserved.
Robin didn't know much about Tamara as she was always very private. At first, he'd paid careful attention to her to make sure nothing bad was happening with the clients. Over time, she begged him to stop treating her with kid gloves. She didn't like or want the extra attention from him.
Jefferson, Tamara, and himself had become friends over the years. He owned Pure Smut, but the other two were the closest friends, after Neal, that he could trust. All three of them had something to lose if anything happened to Pure Smut. They all played their part in Pure Smut, and Tamara made sure to run checks on most of their clients. She helped to organize his life, creating a well oiled machine.
In the last seven years Pure Smut had built up with him taking most of the variety of clients. There was enough for his company of ten escorts. He was selective, and he was also wealthy once again. The difference between then and now was he cared more about the money he earned, and he took care of it. He didn't spend it on lavish parties or fucking any woman he could throw a few dollars at. The women he fucked now, paid him a large fee.
Pulling out of his thoughts, he looked at Patricia. Her husband was probably away with one of his many mistresses. Robin remembered the Johnsons from when he was part of that circle. They were wealthy, disgustingly so.
"Can I not lure you into my bed for the night?" Patricia asked, running her hand down his naked chest.
"I've got rules, baby." He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "I don't break those rules."
"Rules, pfft, they're nothing. I'll give you two thousand more for the night."
He shook his head. No amount of money would lure him into any woman's bed. He had his own space, and no one else was going to break him. Three simple rules were all he lived by.
Once he was done and Patricia snored softly in the large bed, Robin dressed into his suit jacket, making his way toward his own room. Closing the door softly, he flicked the lock to assure his own privacy.
Going to his phone, he checked through his messages. Tamara had gotten home safely, and the money she made had gone straight into his bank account. Tomorrow he'd wire it to her. Flicking through his messages, he saw three from three submissives who liked his brand of punishment. They owned a dungeon, but he always took the bag of toys he kept with their names on. The women were lawyers and business CEOs who liked to have the control taken from them in the bedroom. He owned a bag for each woman filled with toys for their special needs. Accepting their custom, he set a date over his cell, lining up his next week of clients.
Once he finished with business, he took a long shower, washing all traces of the woman from his body. Back in his bedroom, he saw a message was waiting for him on his cell phone. Picking it up, he saw Neal had left him a message.
Neal: Just got engaged. You will be best man. I don't care what you think.
Robin chuckled. Where most had gotten rid of his number and all memory of him when his money was gone, Neal made sure he was still a friend. At least he had someone in his life.
"You can't stay a virgin forever," Ruby said, sitting beside her on the sofa.
"What makes you think I'm a virgin?" Regina Mills asked, wincing at her high-pitched voice. She hated this, the inquisition that Ruby gave her every Friday night.
"We made a pact out of high school that we'd tell each other when we lost our v-card."
"You didn't even come to our last prom. It doesn't count." Ruby had gotten laid prom night, losing it to the most popular boy in school. Regina, yeah, she was still a virgin at twenty-five years old, she had been considered a nerd in her younger years. Yes, she had been determined to make good grades in school, she had never trusted a man enough to get naked with him. She'd had boyfriends, but none of them had been worth the stress of sleeping with. One of the guys she'd really liked, and even fallen in love with—Graham. He worked on Wall Street and was sweet, charming, and she'd fallen in love with him. They had dated for six months, and he hadn't pressured her for sex.
One night, she'd decided to surprise him only to find him fucking another woman in her apartment, in her bed. She rubbed at her chest remembering the pain of what she'd witnessed. Graham had used her. Apparently she was family material, not fucking material. He wanted to use her to get further up the ladder, but he never actually wanted her.
He'd been dumped, and she made a pact with herself to never allow love to rule her judgment. No men, no love, no sex, and she was happy with that.
"Honey, you're twenty-five years old. You work hard for your boss, and you spend your days baking for your neighbors."
"I like baking for my neighbors. Mrs. Ellis loves my lasagna."
"Honey, everyone loves your lasagna. But, you refuse to go out to nightclubs or to just let yourself go."
"I can't do it. I just—I can't trust anyone with myself." Tears filled her eyes as she remembered the humiliation that Graham had put her through.
Ruby pulled her into a big hug. "I tell you, I'd castrate the bastard if it wouldn't send me to prison. Bastard deserves to become another man's bitch."
Wiping away her tears, she stared at her friend. Her lifetime friend. "Why would I want someone to sleep with me? It's—I can't do it."
"Regina, you're a gorgeous woman."
"I'm a nerd."
"No, you're beautiful and smart. There are men out there who'd love to get their hands on you. We were in the Italian place, and ten men had their eyes on your ass. I tell you, they were imagining you naked."
"They weren't."
Ruby frowned. "Okay, you really don't have a clue what men think about. I assure you, they were checking you out. You've got to put yourself out there."
"I can't do it. I can't just sleep with anyone."
"I'm not telling you to just sleep with anyone. Damn, I hate that man."
"I'm happy not having sex. I don't know what I'm missing out on."
"Exactly, you don't know what you're missing out on." Ruby threw her hands up in the air. "Do you want to have sex?"
"This has to be the weirdest conversation we've ever had."
"Do you?" Ruby asked.
"Yes."
"Then, we'll find a way."
Regina frowned as Ruby grabbed her tablet from the coffee table.
"What are you doing?"
"The internet provides us with everything. There has to be a way for you to lose your v-card without the fear of being humiliated or expecting anything from you."
"Why is this so important to you?"
"I saw the supply of dirty books in your closet, Regina. Someone who doesn't want to have sex doesn't read sex books."
"They're good books."
"You want to have sex. I'm your best friend, and I tell you everything. I know what you want."
Regina couldn't deny it. Sex intrigued her. She'd even started to watch the porn channel to see what all the fuss was about. Shame swamped her. She was a full grown woman, a virgin woman, and didn't know what sex was like. It was pitiful. She couldn't even bring herself to orgasm. Regina had tried, but nothing happened.
Nothing.
She wasn't doing it right.
Maybe she was flawed. The first woman in the world who wouldn't know sex if it hit her in the face.
"What about an escort?" Ruby asked, breaking into her thoughts.
"A what?"
"An escort. You know, you pay a guy for sex."
"That's tacky."
"It's necessary and perfect. He's paid not to expect anything else. You pay him, you meet up, you have sex, your virginity is gone, and there's no question about that when you date."
Ruby handed her the tablet.
"I don't think so. I couldn't afford something like this."
"You come from money, Regina. Your grandfather left you a pretty big inheritance because he knew your parents would try to force you into marriage."
That was true. She came from wealthy parents who only cared about money. Regina had gone home after high school graduation to find a man older than she was waiting for her. He was her fiancé, she'd been told. The man had been in his late Fifties, a shipping tycoon or something like that. Horrified, she'd run. Her grandfather made sure she never had to worry about money again. She'd graduated high school, gone to college, and was now working as a secretary at Fire Industries.
Her inheritance was large. She didn't have to work at all if she didn't want. Regina liked to work. She was nothing like her parents or her mother in particular, who liked to organize parties, have facials, or do all the boring stuff.
"Please, let me know you'll consider it."
"I don't know, Ruby. I think I'd rather stay a virgin." She stared down at the tablet, closing the screens down. "Here, I'll figure something out."
"You're really killing my buzz. Anyway, let's watch this movie so I can pass out."
Chuckling, Regina picked up her wine glass. There was only soda in the glass, but Ruby refused to let her drink from the can. Sipping at her soda, she watched the romance story unfold, wishing for something similar to happen in her own life.
Men like that were not real. A man in real life wouldn't lay his heart on the table or change just for a woman. She'd seen men, listened to them at work. They liked variety. She had even heard that some of the men in the office who were married, like to fuck the new temps. Regina hated them and had started to hate them being near her. The men at work were one of the reasons why she was still a virgin. They talked all the time about their latest conquests. She didn't want to be the talk around a coffee machine.
"Come on, Ruby," she said, helping her friend to her feet.
"I love you, Regina."
She smiled. Ruby had had one too many to drink. She stripped her friend down to her underwear, helping her into the bed.
"I love you, too, Ruby."
Leaving the bedroom, Regina left the door open in case Ruby became ill throughout the night. She cleaned away their glasses, putting the empty wine bottle into the trash. Going into her room, she dressed for the night, but she still wasn't tired.
Cricking her neck, she pulled her own tablet out of the drawer beside her bed. Curiosity got the better of her. Were there real male escorts around?
Typing in the words "male escort", she was shocked by what came up. Scrolling through the titles, she winced, wishing she hadn't done so. Blowing out a breath, she glanced across the room to see her lonely reflection in the mirror.
"I'm all alone. I'm a virgin all alone on Friday night. This is pitiful."
On a whim, she typed in "lonely woman looking for fun". Scrunching up her nose she was about the close the window when two words caught her attention.
"Pure Smut." Hovering over the link, she shook her head. "No, it's wrong." Before she could stop herself she clicked on the link. "No limits." Her body tingled all over. Something about those words struck a chord with her. No limits, it would mean no limits for virgins either.
"A crash course in fucking a virgin." Shaking her head once again, she kept looking through seeing the list and prices. "Satisfaction guaranteed. Discretion, privacy, and pleasure are our goals. Your desires."
Licking her lips, she thought about the books in the bottom of her closet. She wanted to have sex. Regina really wanted to have sex, a lot of sex, but her pesky virginity was a problem. A big problem.
"Contact us. Why the hell not?" Again, without really thinking Regina pulled up the contact box.
"Hello, I would like to book one of your male escorts for the evening. Dinner and…" She paused. What else could she say? Crap, this is awful. "More." She put in her contact details and sent the message into cyberspace. The moment the message was gone, Regina dropped her head into her hands.
This was what her life had come to. She doubted anyone would answer.
The following day Robin was taking his clothes off for Patricia, who was on the bed in front of him. She was touching herself watching him, he was here in this hotel room, about to fuck her when her cell phone rang. The moment he heard her husband on the line, Robin made himself scarce. There was no way he wanted to be part of that conversation. The couple was not on the best terms. He imagined it had to do with both of their indiscretions. Grabbing his phone, he saw an email waiting in his inbox. He didn't know why, but something tugged at his gut as he saw the name, RegalReginaMills_01. There was something so unexpected about the message. He hovered over it looking toward the door with a frown as he heard Patricia's raised voice.
"You cheating fucking bastard. Don't you dare tell me what I can or cannot do."
Tuning out her voice, Robin clicked on the email. He read through her information, short and sweet. "Something more" made him smile. She wasn't used to dealing with escorts. The name seemed familiar to him.
Typing back a response, he waited.
This was the first time in his life where he'd waited for a response.
His phone chimed, and he looked down. The email was from her.
Scrolling through the email he found that she wanted dinner and for it to continue to the bedroom. She didn't use the words fuck or make love. Was she a total novice?
Robin moved from the bed toward his bag that he kept with him at all times. Pulling out his business diary he saw he had next Friday clear. Usually he left the new clients to Jefferson. The younger man, twenty-seven, knew how to handle the darlings. There was just something about this email that struck him.
In her contact details she'd left her number. Unable to resist, he dialed her number. Robin rarely took calls for initial clients.
"Hello," Regina said. He imagined it was Regina.
"Is this Miss Regina Mills?" he asked. The sound of her voice did something to him. Robin didn't have a clue what was happening. In the other room was another of his clients, a very lucrative client, yet he was more interested in this mystery woman who'd emailed his company.
"Erm, yeah."
"This is Robin Locksley, the owner of Pure Smut."
"Crap, have I done something wrong or illegal? This is insane. I'm so sorry."
He smiled. Her nerves were refreshing. The women he dealt with knew the deal. They were hard core with hearts as cold as ice.
"You've not done anything wrong. I just want to make sure you're aware of what my company provides."
There was a pause. He heard her breathing down the line, and he smiled.
"Satisfaction guaranteed along with discretion. I would like it to be private. I don't wish for anyone to know what, erm, what we're doing. I know what you provide." She blew out a breath. "I would like to warn you, I'm not exactly a free spirit when it comes to sex."
Robin was charmed. No woman had ever warned him about anything.
"Would you like me to send you a picture in case none of your escorts would like to, erm, to be with me? I would hate for them to be disgusted."
This woman was breaking his heart.
"How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-five."
Sharing pictures was never necessary, but he wanted to see this little angel. He needed to put a face to her.
"If you would feel more comfortable sharing a picture then please send me one."
"Okay, two seconds. I'm just doing it now. My friend is passed out. I'd hate for her to see what I'm doing. Not that she'd care. She was the one who suggested this."
Again, this was another strange trait. Would she even be able to afford his services?
Pulling out his second cell phone, he brought up his emails and started to look through for her email.
"Damn, I'm sorry. I can't hold a phone and do this."
Before he responded, he heard the clattering of the phone. Regina Mills was an interesting woman.
In the background he heard Patricia shouting even more. Moving toward his bathroom, he pressed the lock, giving himself more privacy. For the first time in his life he really didn't want to be here. Blowing out a breath, he saw her email and clicked on it.
"Do you have it?" she asked.
"Yes."
Robin stared at her picture. She was stood beside a Christmas tree with her arms folded. Regina didn't look happy to be having her picture taken. She had the most beautiful hair he'd ever seen. In the picture he saw how the soft curls tumbled around her head, and the length was long. There was more than enough length to wrap her hair around his fist as he fucked into her hard from behind.
The picture showed off her dark eyes. They were the color of chocolate, and had a spark to them that made them appear to have an inner fire. His cock thickened harder than ever before. Her body was filled out in all the right places.
"You're stunning," Robin said. The words stumbled out of his mouth without even meaning to.
"What?"
"Friday. I'm free and would love the opportunity to have dinner with you and more." God, did he want more. He wanted so much more.
Placing the phone on the back of the toilet, he ran a hand down his face. He needed to get his emotions under control or he was going to seriously lose it. Staring at his reflection, he reminded his image that he was a professional. He didn't behave like a horny boy. This was what he did for his living.
"Yes, I would like that."
He named a restaurant that also held hotel rooms. "I'll email you the details."
"You'll know who I am. Should I just turn up and wait?" she asked.
So innocent.
"Yes. I'll make the other arrangements." Patricia was no longer shouting. Robin said his goodbyes, hating the fact he had to hang up on her. Exiting the bathroom, he moved toward the door, opening the door that separated their rooms, he held onto the frame above his head. "Is everything okay?" he asked.
She was packing a suitcase, throwing her clothes into a small vintage looking bag. "No, everything is not okay. My husband has demanded that I go back to him now. It's not like he spent the whole of last night fucking his mistress. Damn," she said, storming toward the bedroom. "I was really looking forward to this weekend."
"I can offer you a refund. You paid for the week." He'd wire her back the rest of her money.
"No, there's no need. It's my ass of a husband that did this. Maybe next time you'll give me a discount." She walked toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Patricia went onto her toes going for his lips.
Turning his head, Robin took over, kissing her cheek.
"You never kiss me. I always hope you'll change for me."
"I've got simple rules, Patricia. They keep me sane. I don't break my rules for anyone." He stroked her cheek, pulling away. Robin never allowed them to believe he wanted more from them than what he was willing to give.
"You always break my heart."
She'd need a heart to start off with before he broke it.
"I'll pack my bags," he said, talking to her as he moved toward his room.
He listened as she huffed and cursed with each item of clothing thrown into the bag. Robin folded his clothes, relieved to no longer having to spend more time with Patricia. She wasn't the easiest woman to listen to. Her constant complaints and gossip about the people he was once friends with hurt. Within ten minutes he was packed and stood in his suit, waiting for her to leave. He took the keycard. It was his responsibility to see to the room.
"I really wish I could spend the weekend with you," she said as they entered the elevator.
"I do as well." The lies were easy to tell. He'd been telling them for ten years. The short conversation he had with Regina had unraveled him on the spot. Robin didn't know what it was about her, there was something there that he just couldn't put his finger on.
When he went in a separate way from Patricia, he climbed into his car. Before he started up his car, he pulled out his cell phone to have another look at her. Regina was a beauty, there was no denying it. She looked like someone you bring home to mom...
Cursing his stupid thoughts, he put his cell phone away. He wouldn't be having daydreams about anyone, least of all a new client.
"Shit, I did it. What the hell is wrong with me?" Regina dropped the phone and pressed her face into the bed. "Why did I do it?"
"Why did you do what?" Ruby asked, standing in her doorway. It was past ten, and Ruby rarely got up an hour before that time.
"Nothing." Regina's face was flaming hot. It had to be. She felt the heat starting to work its way up to let her know her problem.
"You're sounding a little crazy, and I was the one drinking last night. Anyway, disregard everything I said last night. I've got another crazy idea for your v-card."
Great, because your last idea wasn't bad enough. You're wanting to tell me more.
Forcing a smile, she watched as her friend walked a little unsteadily toward the bed.
"How about we sell your v-card on the internet? What's the name of that website when you can sell anything?"
Groaning, Regina put away her tablet and phone so Ruby wouldn't be tempted to snoop.
"I tell you what, why don't we stop talking about selling my v-card and concentrate on getting you sobered up? It's Saturday, and you stink of wine and garlic. It's disgusting."
"Oh, will you do me pancakes with chocolate chips and syrup?"
"Yes, if you don't breathe on me." Regina urged her friend out of the door. "Go wash, shower, hose down or whatever. I'll go and cook."
Regina waited until her friend was safely away before she headed into her kitchen. She collected together the usual ingredients to make up pancakes but paused as she realized that she'd done exactly what her friend suggested. Shit, fuck, what the fuck?
Her palm grew sweaty as she held onto the skillet.
"I've just arranged to sleep with an escort." Glancing around the kitchen, she gulped at the same time as her body grew hot at the thought of being with him. He had a nice voice, dark and husky with an accent. While they'd been talking over the phone, he'd sounded amused. She didn't find anything amusing, at least not about herself. This was awful.
Should she cancel?
Part of her really didn't want to cancel. The thought of saying no was just too downright depressing.
She wanted to have sex, but she didn't want it to involve the talk of the men at the copy machine. There was no way she'd live that down.
The only way for her to have sex and still be able to look in the mirror was by using Pure Smut. Absolute discretion and satisfaction guaranteed. Pressing her hand to her face, she groaned.
"I'm an idiot."
Would he even know if she was a virgin? Would it matter?
Crap, so many questions and so little time. Hearing her friend sing, she quickly started working so Ruby wouldn't ask why she was standing still, staring into space. She'd made pancakes so many times that she really didn't need to measure any of the ingredients. The recipe was easy for her to use.
Ruby appeared ten minutes later looking refreshed as Regina put on the first pancake. "You look better."
"I feel better. Damn, I think I drank the entire bottle last night."
"I'm afraid you did."
"It's the movie. No wine for me for at least a week."
Regina giggled. Her friend loved wine, but seeing as her parents pretty much lived on the stuff, Ruby regulated her drinking so she wouldn't become addicted.
"They smell good."
"Does it hurt?" The words blurted out of Regina's mouth before she could stop them.
"Does what hurt?"
Cringing inside, she looked at her friend wishing she hadn't said anything. "Losing your virginity? Does it hurt?"
"See, you're curious. This is why I think we should seriously consider the escort thing."
"Please, stop talking like that. I want the truth as a friend."
"You want to know if it hurts?"
Regina nodded. She flipped the three pancakes that she fit into the skillet. If the ground could open up and swallow her, she'd be happy.
"It can hurt. I know it's different for everyone. On prom night it hurt for me, but it was also nice. It depends on the man or boy in my case. Some men know what they're doing, but others, they've not got a clue what a vagina is or a dick."
She smiled. "Do you think I should tell anyone?"
"Where has all this curiosity come from?"
"You. Your suggestions last night. You've had sex, and you know what it's like."
Ruby pushed some of her hair out of her eyes. "Okay, serious conversation. If you love the guy you're with then tell him you're a virgin but wait until you get to know him. Some men see it as a serious competition screwing a cherry. It's going to hurt at least a little. Regina, you're twenty-five, and it's pretty old to be considering losing your v-card."
Heat filled Regina's cheeks. She wasn't going to tell Robin. He did say his name was Robin.
Who was she kidding? She remembered the dark tone of his voice with the way he talked.
"After it hurts though, Regina, I promise you, you find the right man and wow." Ruby looked up to the ceiling, closing her eyes. The expression on her face looked like one of rapture. "Let's just say you find the right man who pushes all of your buttons, then there is no wanting to leave the bedroom. I've done it. I've spent the entire weekend being fucked into oblivion."
"Ruby!"
"No, seriously, Regina. You're missing out."
Serving Ruby her pancakes just to shut her up, Regina did the next batch for herself. She wanted to experience that look. After she fed Ruby she said goodbye to her friend and spent the rest of her weekend wishing for the week to go. Several times she picked up her cell phone intending to cancel her appointment with Pure Smut. Each time, she hung up before anyone answered.
She wasn't going to cancel.
On Monday she made her way into the office and picked up the ringing phone. She took several calls before she even made it toward the coffee machine. Fire Industries helped with the buying of smaller companies and either splitting them up or making them into something bigger and better. There were times she hated her job. Men and women would come through the doors looking defeated and leave looking even worse. Then on a rare few times she'd see the magic of the business world as people would leave looking like they were on cloud nine.
Picking up her cup, she headed toward the coffee machine. Four guys who worked on the fourth floor were standing around.
Regina paused, wishing she'd come before now.
"I tell you her tits were fucking huge and the way they bounced as I fucked, unbelievable. I've got a picture. Look."
Scrunching up her face as the guy showed his friends a picture of his latest conquest, Regina was disgusted. These men put her off searching for a man of her own. She hated men in all of their forms. The escort was a damn good idea.
Entering the room and hating the way they looked at her, Regina ignored them as she did her coffee first. Their talk turned into hushed whispers. She kept her back to them even as they giggled like schoolboys. The men in the room were not men—they were boys, childish boys who were legally allowed to fuck.
Regina wasn't looking for a boy. She was looking for a man.
"What about you, sweetheart? You got any stories for us to hear?" One of the men grabbed her ass, making her squeak.
Whirling around, she glared at all of them. "Don't touch me." She didn't want any of their hands on her. Regina didn't know who'd touched her, but the thought of any of them putting a hand on her sickened her.
"What's the matter, baby? Can't handle the heat?"
Shaking her head, she finished her coffee. Alice, a co-worker, was one of the women who ended up being the target for their conversation. She'd given into one of the men only to regret it.
"I'm not interested in sloppy seconds. I feel sorry for the woman you're talking about."
She grabbed the coffees and left the room. The escort was the best solution of all. No one would ever talk about her around the coffee room. Handing Alice her coffee she didn't let her know what happened in the coffee room. Regina tapped her fingers onto the computer, but her thoughts were on Friday night. What should she wear? Every time she entered the coffee room she saw one of the men who'd been talking around the coffee machine. She didn't even know his name, but he made her skin crawl.
"Hey," he said.
Ignoring him, she made the two cups of coffee.
"I understand why you don't want to talk to me."
Again, she ignored him as she walked away. There was something about this man's latest interest that she didn't trust. Her woman's intuition was tingling, telling her that he was up to no good and that she needed to stay on guard around him. Regina was always one to trust her instincts and they were screaming at her to be on her guard.
But was that because of the creep or the escort she was soon to meet?