--Three months back -
"Bella! You're late, and we were short on time anyway!" Alice yelled as I walked through the door. I rolled my eyes and I began stripping down. "Chill out pixie! My hair is already done, I just have to change and reapply the face. Ben kept trying to get me to stay. You'd think they'd get it by now ya know?" I explained, rummaging through my closest.
"Tell me about it!" Rosalie exclaimed, coming to also rummage through my closest. "Mark has called all week, asking to take me out on a real date. I keep telling him sorry, it doesn't work that way. It drives me crazy! They know the rules before we go, and yet they always want to break them." She mumbled, trying on a royal blue low v-neck sweater. I pulled a black one of the same thing out, and tried it on.
"Give me that!" We said at the same time. It was always like this. Alice always shopped for us, almost daily, and we always ended up having the same stuff in different colors, but wanting each others anyway. Alice came in and threw a pair of black stilettos at Rose, and a pair of silver ballet flats to me. I slipped the sweater on, changed my blue jeans, and then slipped the shoes on. We really were running late if Alice wasn't going to bitch about the jeans I was wearing.
"Okay, who's up for the night?" I asked, swapping purses with her.
"Um, you have a guy named Jay. He's twenty-eight, his brother's getting married in two weeks, wanted to meet you first before he decided to take you. He knows the rules, quick dinner, quick chat, no kissing etc, done in an hour." She explained, grabbing the keys.
"He better be cute if he expects me to do a damn wedding! I hate May, I swear, I get all the stupid weddings! Don't they know it'll only last a few years if even that?" I complained, walking out the door with them. They both laughed.
"Ah, the ever present wedding hater. Don't you believe in love?" Rose asked whimsically. I snorted. "Love is jaded, and fake." I replied, hopping in my car.
Yes, we were escorts. It was a business we started our freshman years in college as a way to earn extra money, and let's just say business was great. We never slept with the men, unless we really liked them, which was rare, and we barely ever kissed. With the exception of a wedding or something where the guy told the family we were their girlfriend. We always stopped escorting when we actually went out and met a guy we were interested in dating-i.e. not someone in need of an escort.
I arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes late, obviously. This was the designated spot, always. We knew it well, the employees knew us well, and it was close to home. We could bail quickly if needed. Always a bonus in this business. Thirty minutes later, I had said goodbye to Jay, agreeing to another fucking wedding! Ugh, I was so tired of those!
That was the first night I saw him. He was beautiful, to say the least. His hair was messy, in a very sexy way, and a weird bronzed color. It was…lovely. I wanted to run my fingers through it just looking at him. The rest of him wasn't bad looking either, but I really loved his eyes. The most amazing shade of green I'd ever seen. It was like he could see straight into my soul. I wanted to jump him right there, but when he looked at me, I forgot how to breathe. He gave me this gorgeous crooked grin, and quickly looked down like he was shy. Oh. My. Gosh. Can you have an orgasm by just getting smiled at? Just kidding. Maybe.
Once he left, I remembered how to breathe. I wanted to follow him, but I didn't dare. He was so out of my league. But, oh to dream. I licked my lips, and got up. Okay, time to go home and take a cold shower. Why couldn't someone like him need an escort? I'd go with him anywhere. And I do mean anywhere. Even if it was just to his bed. Oh, did I think that out loud? When I got home, I quickly took a shower, and threw on a tank top and boy shorts to lounge around in. I knew the others wouldn't be home for awhile. They were both on real dates tonight. Which was another reason I was late today, I'd been taking their clients as well. I turned on the TV, ordered some take out, and prepared for my night of relaxation.
About fifteen minutes later, the door bell rang. I jumped up, grabbed my wallet, and swung the door wide open fully expecting to see the Chinese delivery guy. Instead, it was him. You know, him, the one I about climaxed over at the coffee shop. My first thought was stalker, and my second was come to take me to bed? Ha, I'm ridiculous, I know.
"Uh, hi?" It sound confused, which was pretty good. Because I was more…shocked than anything. He gave me that damned crooked grin again and I forgot to breathe. After a few seconds, ya know when I started to get dizzy I remembered to breathe, and realized he had said something. Good going moron.
"Sorry what was that?" I asked.
"I asked if you were Isabella." He stated. Oh, gosh that voice. Silky, smooth seduction. Oh, please take me to bed. I cleared my throat, and tried to remove all thoughts of sex from my head. "Yeah that's me, but call me Bella." Or whatever else you'd like. Stop it! He smiled again, and handed me a card. What the…oh!
"You dropped this outside, and it looked important. So I figured I should bring it back." He explained. It was a business card, with Jay's information on it. I would have been screwed without that. I quickly blushed, and tried to cover it with my hair, and then I realized my hair was in a messy bun. Awesome. "Right, well thanks." I stated, biting my lip. Oh my gosh! I was nervous! I never get nervous with guys! Not since high school! This was getting ridiculous.
"You're very welcome. Have a nice night." He said, and walked away. My brain was screaming at me to call him back and invite him in, but it was also then I remembered I had greeted him in my underwear. Fudge. I had just closed the door when someone knocked again. I jumped and went to turn around quickly, thus causing me to fall on my face. "OW!" I yelled, clutching my toe. Stupid clumsy horny little bitch! I scolded myself, jumping up and throwing the door open. It was him again, and the Chinese guy.