Title: Sex or Love

Author: Bru Cardoso

Summary: Rory is a successful businesswoman in her mid-twenties with no time - or skill - for relationships. Jess is a good-looking guy who is willing to spend a night pleasing a woman as long as she pays for it. What happens when they meet? AU Lit

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters; do own the plot. You know the drill.

A/N: Huge thanks to ginnyclone for the beta.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed and a especial thank you to:

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Lexi, OrangePunk, Bittersweetbloodbaby, efka, Michela, pbnk-ink : thank you for reviewing every chap and letting me know what you think. It's always great to read your reviews

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pam halliwell: thank you, and I totally get what you mean about "You'll be loved", but I think there are better songs – not more romantic, just more personal – that could be played in a situation like that. Since he was just teasing her it was fine, but later on it gets more intimate – I think.

And please, drop a line telling me what you think of it; anything true goes - as always.

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Chap 07

"Hey, Mom! How are you doing?" Rory greeted as she flipped her phone open.

"Hey, hon," Lorelai said hesitantly. "Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm just great. What about you? And Will? Luke?"

"We're all fine." Lorelai paused. "Did something happen?" she asked cautiously. Rory was way too cheery to be her 'normal-self'.

Rory swallowed, "Uhm… yeah."

The line went silent for a minute and then Lorelai sing-sang, "Someone got laid…"

"Mom!" Rory berated.

"Oh, it's true! Who is he? Is he good? Of course he's good, otherwise you wouldn't be in such a good mood."

"If you're going to act like a four year old I'm going to hang up."

"No, no, no! Come on, what's his name? Tell me everything! It's so exciting! I haven't been on a date in years and it's been forever since your last boyfriend."

"Mom, there is nothing to tell."

Lorelai scoffed, "Of course there is!"

Rory sighed; there was no way she was going to tell her mom the truth. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly, "It's still new, and I don't know if there is anything there… But if it gets serious you'll be the first to know," she half lied, half shared her hopes.

Lorelai sighed, "Okay, okay. But keep me posted, alright?"

Rory smiled, "Yeah, sure. So, not that I don't enjoy this conversation but is there any special reason for this call?"

"Oh yeah. You see, since I'm a very organized and thoughtful woman I decided to call you in advance to tell you the date of my 'second honeymoon'."

"So Luke made you call me to give me some time notice, huh?" Rory asked knowingly.

"I'd have done it anyways," Lorelai defended.

"Of course; one day prior."

"You know the saying; what counts is the intention."

"Yeah, and that helps a lot," she said sarcastically. "Okay, when is your honeymoon?"

"In two weeks."

"Fine. Can you drop Will at my place or do you want me to pick him up?"

"We'll drop him at your place Friday at seven. I don't want to cause you anymore trouble than I have to."

"Thanks. And it's no trouble at all to spend the weekend with my little brother," she said with a smile.

"Seriously Ror, thank you. We were really in need of a break. You're an angel for taking care of Will."

"Anytime."

"Okay, I'll let you go. See you in two weeks, baby."

"Bye, Mom."

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Rory tried her hardest to apply lipstick to her lips while riding in the back seat of the speeding cab without running it to her cheek. Checking her image on the small mirror she carried on her purse, she smiled. She looked happy, and she really was.

The cab pulled over in front of the restaurant she came to once a month. As soon as she stepped inside she found the table with three of her best friends already waiting. She greeted each of them and sat next to Samantha who, as it was to be expected, was on the phone trying to close yet another deal.

"Little Chinese men?" Rory asked Jen and Layla, motioning to Samantha's phone.

They shook their head smirking. "Little Japanese men. From what I've got so far, they won't know what hit them," Jen told her.

Rory smirked at her friend; that sounded like Samantha. A few minutes the other two girls arrived and they ordered their special: lots of red wine. After their routine talk about business they went back to their main topic last month.

"So, who is going to start?" Judy asked.

"There isn't much to tell," Layla started with a grin. "Except that I called Josh. Apparently I had forgotten how good he was. Or he got even better. Either way I'm not complaining."

The other women on the table chuckled and she nudged Clara's side, "Oh, you're laughing at me? Why don't you let Clara tell you her news?"

They all gasped and a couple of them even pointed at her. Jen was the most shocked one, and after her jaw dropped she had to say the only words in her mind, "Clara, even you?"

Clara raised her hands in defense, "Hey, you guys kept bragging about how good and easy it was and you know the saying… desperate times call for desperate measures."

Samantha closed her cell phone just then, "Wow, the world is really coming to an end. Even sweet Clara went to a hooker. At least tell me he was good."

Layla interrupted, "Oh yeah, it was Josh's friend, Nick. Josh recommended him, said he was quite the lady's man, very romantic and discreet. I thought he'd be a good match to Clara."

"Nick, as in Claudia's former 'employee'?" Judy asked.

"Claudia used to go to a hooker?" Rory asked surprised.

Samantha turned to her, "Please! As if she would stand to be all that time her fiancé spent traveling alone, with no fun at all."

"Wow. Nick and Claudia?" Clara asked a little worried.

Samantha petted her on the shoulder in a comforting way, "Don't worry, hon. They've stopped doing business just before she got married. Now, if that's going to last I have no idea." She looked at the other girls, "Okay, and how about you, Judy?"

"Well, I called Mike and left a message on his machine. Today he called back. It seems he's on vacation but he'll call me to book a date as soon as he gets back," she said with a small smile.

"Good for you, girl," Layla rubbed her shoulder supportively. Rory wanted to laugh at how bizarre the situation was. She felt like she was inside a Picasso painting.

"And you, Jen? Have you found casual sex or a date?"

"Nope. Our last conversation was very inspiring, so I called Jack and it is like we never called it off."

"That's nice. He's friends' with Dan, I think…"

"I guess… I wouldn't know, actually. We don't talk much, if you know what I mean."

Samantha laughed, "Understandably." Then she turned to Rory, "Okay, now you're the only one missing. Have you called the guy I gave you the card? Jess?"

Rory smiled a bit inside thinking about him, but she didn't want to share that with her friends and talk about him like he was a piece of meat. She shook her head slightly, "Sorry. It just isn't me."

Samantha shook her head in disappointment, "Your loss, you don't know what you are missing. Charlotte says he's just amazing in bed. From what she tells me he's just getting better and better."

Rory chocked on her wine, "What?"

"Exactly what I'm saying. Word on the street is that he's one of the best. I haven't tried him because I thought you would and you're all worried about morals… Besides I'm so satisfied with Dan," she said flashing a feline grin. "But I've heard so many compliments about him that I just might give him a shot."

Rory took a deep breath and gulped the rest of her wine down trying hard to keep her heart in control and her face blank as she said, "Hope he meets your expectations."

After that she just ignored all conversation and ten minutes later she left the restaurant saying she had a splitting headache. When she got home she went straight to the bathroom to throw up.

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He knocked on the door and looked up with a smile when she opened it.

"Hey, how was your day?" he stepped into the apartment and kissed the corner of her mouth. She didn't respond to the touch.

She looked at the floor, then at him. "Good. Let's go to my room. I don't want to mess up my living room," she said coolly.

"O-kay," he answered hesitantly, following her down the hall. When he got into the room she was taking her shirt over her head and stepping out of her shoes. He followed her lead not really understanding what was happening. She went to him and kissed his bare chest and her way up to his neck, at times biting and leaving some marks behind. He winced once or twice when she got a little too rough for his like, but kept it quiet.

When she reached his jaws she drew back and looked at him, avoiding his eyes, " I want to be on top and I want it to be fast and rough and quick. No kisses either," she said, giving orders like her grandmother would do to a maid.

He sensed the change and his eyes became dark, "Raw."

She nodded silently.

He nodded too, "As you wish." He stepped closer to her, letting his hands roam her body and take the last few pieces of clothing on her body off. Then he looked her to the bed, all the while his hands wondering through her body, but his lips never touching her skin. He turned them both and sat down, bringing her with him in a way she ended up straddling him.

She gasped but he didn't get any gentler. If she wanted rough, that's what she was going to get. He reached for her nightstand where he had left a few condoms a few days ago and got one. Before she could realize what was happening he was lying on his back on the bed, moving her so he could get inside her. A moment later he was thrusting mercilessly into her. No warning, no foreplay; nothing. She glared at him as he helped her move up and down onto him. He just raised an eyebrow, "Raw, right?"

She closed her eyes trying to ignore him and concentrate on the feelings he was sending through her whole body. He gripped her waist and she opened her eyes. "You want to come, right?" he asked. She nodded mutely and he reached one hand in front of her while the other kept helping her move. He started playing with her clit and she moaned. He grabbed one of her hands that rested on his chest for support and took it between her legs, showing her what to do. When he was sure she was doing a good job he went back to grip both her sides tightly, making her ride him faster and harder. She couldn't feel her legs anymore, and even though she would never admit, she was glad he had taken control. She kept riding him for a few more minutes and then her body went rigid as her senses overwhelmed her. Still, he didn't stop or slow down until he was sure all waves of her orgasm had faded.

She opened her eyes, trying to calm her breathing but not really succeeding. He took her by her sides and set her on the other side of the bed before standing up to gather his clothes.

"You didn't come," she stated with a hint of accusation.

He smirked cruelly, "Anger doesn't really work for me. And it's not about me coming; it's about you. And from what I see I did a fucking good job. Pun intended."

"Oh, so you only come with your other clients now?" she asked in a hatred tone.

He stopped mid-way while putting on his underwear and looked at her with icy eyes, "It's $300; cash, please."

She reached for her purse and took the money from her wallet, throwing it at his side of the bed. He took the money and shoved it into his pocket. "Thank you and until next time," he said putting his socks on.

"What are you doing? You're staying."

He turned around to her and chuckled coldly, "Uhm… I don't think so."

"But… you can't!"

"I'm leaving," he said firmly while pulling his jeans up.

"I pay you to stay," she said, bossy like a five year old when told she can't have the toy she wants.

He turned to her with a cruel and cold smirk on his lips, "Well, I'm not that desperate for money yet."

She gasped but he paid no attention, just grabbed his shirt and headed for the door.

"So what? You're going to just cross my name from your list of clients?" she yelled, following him to the living room while wrapping a robe around her body.

"If you want to have a sex life this is not the moment to give me any ideas," he turned back around to leave. She grabbed the closest portrait in sight and threw it on the wall behind him. He turned around with slightly widened eyes.

"Fuck you," she cursed through gritted teeth.

He rolled his eyes, "Right back at ya," he said before slamming the door behind him.