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Bella

I was just finishing up another cup of joe when a faint buzzing sound was coming from the living room. I knew it couldn't have been my personal cell because I always kept the vibrate off. It was work. Shit.

"B. Swan here, lady marmalade at your service."

Yeah, so I answered that cheeky? Give me a break.

A voice cleared away in a throat, and if I wasn't mistaken, I think it may have been a man's voice. My job has a variety of experiences; I'm an escort with a sassy type of sex. I personally would prefer men doing the job, but if a woman holds a very large amount of a price, I wouldn't deny her offer. God, I should see someone about this.

"Hello, Ms. Swan? I have your card in my hands here, given to me by a dear friend. I know on your listings it states that your prices are at a very high range, and being someone with quite enough cash... I'd like to ask of your services."

His voice was deep, sultry and seductive. He spoke as if he knew every word coming from his mouth, its meaning and how to use it; he seemed arrogant. It was about the money, not the person. I had a lot of different clients, ranging from geeks to simply beautiful women. They had the dough, I had the pussy.

"Hmm... well, since you've called me quite early on a Saturday morning, I'm not working at the moment but give me your price and I may be open to a meeting." I wanted to sound confident.

He chuckled on the other line, humming in thought. I rolled my eyes and took a sip from my coffee. I wasn't going to waste my personal time on an arrogant asshole who couldn't decide when he wanted pussy. Jesus, they're all a like.

"Ten-thousand dollars. Meet me at 10 a.m. at Timothy's Cafe. Don't be late."

The line went dead. Okay... so this guy was rich, arrogant and had a voice that perhaps could have made my panties damp. This, I was suddenly interested in.

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I watched the second hand on my watch hit 9:58 and I was suddenly anxious. Hell, I never got anxious. Something about this guy seemed to trigger all of my inner emotions; knowing exactly where he wanted to meet, giving me a straight forward answer when I asked. He liked to be in control, that was for sure and so did I.

Raising the cup to my lips, I glanced around the cafe and parking lot just to be sure I hadn't missed any hint that he was already here. Coming around the corner was a much darkened shade of a black Lamborghini, with tinted windows and a smooth build to the design. I gulped hard and my stomach began to twist.

It pulled to a stop, bringing a tall, lean man stretching his legs onto the sidewalk. God, he was beautiful. His hair stuck out in all directions, the shade to it had to resemble a penny. He raked his long fingers through it a few times and fixed his shades before shutting the door to his car, approaching the cafe. God, please be him. Please, oh please be him! Inner B chanted.

As his fingers pulled open the door, he slides the barriers covering his eyes down to clip it against the collar of his shirt. I studied him carefully, giving my eyes a beautiful wonder. His neck was poised, a chiseled jaw and his chest-as to what I could concur-was lean and well built. Fuck, please be him.

He glanced around the cafe, glancing down at my card once more and a soft smile reached my lips. This was him, and I was extremely pleased. Finding my strength again, I stepped off of the stool and approached him only to be met with two green eyes. Oh, god those eyes. The pools of green wound around his irises and back up into the pupils. His warm smile lit up those eyes, showing me a pair of white teeth. Okay, get it together Bella.

"You must be, Ms. Swan." He stretched his hand out to shake.

Fuck, call me anything you want...

"You can call me B."

He nodded gently at me, curling his hand into mine and shook it once. His hands were a decent size, wounding out his long fingers and I brought my eyes up to his neck where his Adam's apple became the target of my examination. He cleared his throat and retrieved his hand from mine while studying my eyes carefully.

"Oh, sorry. I'm seated over here." I led him towards the table and smiled to the seat in front of me.

"So, B. As I said over the phone, I'm willing to give you any offering you would like to receive. I'd like to have you twice a week, if you don't mind. I'll double the amount each time."

Was he serious? Twice a week and raising prices up from ten grand? Jesus, where are clients like him?

"That's not a problem. But, I do request weekends off and I don't do anal. I'd also like to set a few ground rules." I knew I had to sound confident in this situation if I was going to get anywhere with him.

"Never call me by Swan, always B. Its just personal reasons. Two, don't ask me personal questions or decide its okay to start nagging on them. Three, I don't kiss on the mouth unless I'm the one offering that, understand? Oh, and ... I need to know your name. You've left that part out."

His lips pulled up at the sides to reveal a crooked smile and if that didn't damp the fuck out of my panties. He chuckled, brushing one of his long fingers across his lips to tap his chin.

"Edward Masen, Jr. But you can call me whatever you'd like, beautiful."

God, there's Mr. Cocky. Honestly, I'd rather him smile than speak.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Masen. I do believe I've heard of you before." I smirked softly.

We decided to begin tomorrow, as he and I didn't want to wait for any chance of him getting caught. He told me to give him a call when I got in tomorrow so he could get "settled" before my arrival at his residence. I somehow had a feeling his "residence" was nothing like I'd imagine. God, I was in trouble. Big. Fat. Trouble.