Prologue
His brother was dead…
His life was one big mess…
She just had disappeared and he could not find her…
Peter needed something. He did not know what exactly, but he needed it. Some fried had told him about that 'Agency'. Peter looked the number on the card and dialled it…
She stood in front of his door.
He was just a client.
Another one…
Another night…
Claire flipped out her short black hair took deep breath and knocked on his door.
She could not see his face and honestly, she did not care. He had the money and she had the body. It was dark and she saw only one hand pulled her inside of the apartment.
'Roxanne?' his voice was a whisper. It was familiar to her, but she thought that is just her imagination.
'Yes.' Her hands were on her hips, but she did not move. Then she asked. 'Peter?'
'Yes.' He whispered.
This time it was the name. His...
Peter
She chose him, because of his name. The name of the man, captured her heart. The name of the man she could not have.
'No kisses.' She said when he pulled her closer. Peter nodded.
She was professional, but she could not kiss him. Not him.
Peter buried his head in the crook of her neck. Biting… licking… kissing… driving her crazy. He was different. Claire could feel it. He was not like the others. He was Peter. Not her Peter, but still… Peter. She tilted her head at one side and gave him better access to her skin. Her hands buried in his hair. It was short. He was young. She could barely see him in the dark room, but she could feel him.
Her short dress dropped on the floor. He slammed still open door and took her in his arms. Then he threw her on his bed. Claire sank into mattress and reached hands for him. Peter took of his clothes with few simple moves. She pulled him closer and his lips traced her skin again. She arched her back moaning. His hands followed her curves and found her ready for him.
He sank into her with one quick thrust. She yelped from surprise. Her eyes closed. Claire grabbed his shoulders and hid her face in his neck. Her nails penetrate his skin as he making her screamed for more with his every thrust. Her legs wrapped over his waist. Her head tilted painfully aback as she tried to breath. His movements increased and suddenly she came, screaming his name.
Peter…
He followed her few seconds later, releasing with one loud groan.
Peter fell over her. She waited for him to calm his breathing and pulled aside.
'$500?' he said with voice still throaty after the sex.
'Yeah.' She said still trying to breathe.
'I will give you another $1000 if you stay with me tonight.' He said and she looked at him strangely, still could not see his face. This Peter sounded desperate. He sounded lonely. She shrugged. After all, he was the client and since he gave her the money… Plus with such tip, she could have one or two free nights.
'Okay.' She said and in the next moment found herself captured in his arms.
Claire closed her eyes. His scent. There was something familiar in his scent…
She shook her head…
It was her imagination.
However, in his arms she felt safe. Only one man could make her feel safe.
Peter…
Claire closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Peter did the same.