Much to Adam Cole's delight, he beaten John Layfield by two shots in their round of golf. Although Alexa had never played the game herself, she had been left with the impression that Cole was a very good player. She supposed he got plenty of chances to practice. Naturally, she had acted delighted for 'her man' after his win, and had promised to reward him that night.
The afternoon's entertainment was a trip out on Layfield's yacht, which he had piloted out into the ocean far enough so that there was no one else around them. They had their own piece of ocean for the afternoon, and what a delightful piece it was. The water was a picture perfect shade of blue, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. When added to Layfield's pledge that all drinks where on him because he had lost at golf, Alexa had to admit that there were not many better ways to spend a few hours.
Once the yacht had been anchored, Cole and Layfield had settled onto sun loungers, each with a beer in hand. Boring business discussion had resumed, leaving Alexa to wish she had a pair of earbuds with her as she arranged her own lounger beside Cole's.
Jillian Layfield had joined them for the trip, having apparently been out shopping all morning. She was much younger than her husband, blonde, pretty, and seemed to have much the same mental capacity as the character Alexa was playing for Adam Cole. Apparently these oil types had a certain stereotype that they liked to go for.
"Here we go, guys," Jillian said, walking out onto the deck with a cool box that she had fetched from the galley. It was loaded up with bottles of beer and cans of soda.
"Thanks, honey," Layfield said, taking it from her and setting it down in the shade near to where he was sitting.
Jillian disappeared again. Moments later, as Alexa was getting settled on her lounger, she walked back out onto the deck again, carrying snorkelling gear and a pair of fins. "I'm going to go for a swim. Join me if you like, Lexi? There's another set of gear inside. The men are only going to be talking about oil prices. Who wants to listen to that?"
Alexa figured there was no reason not to accept the invitation. The water looked lovely, and as Jillian said, it would save her having to listen to Cole and Layfield's conversation about things that she had literally no interest in. "Alright, I'll join you," she said, getting up and heading into the boat's wheelhouse. Jillian followed her and fetched the second set of snorkelling gear out of a cupboard.
"It's a shame you couldn't join me on my shopping trip this morning, Lexi," Jillian said, handing the gear over. "I found some really nice boutiques, I'm sure you would have liked them."
"I'll see if I can get Adam's gold card off him and maybe we can go again tomorrow," Alexa said. She knew it wouldn't happen, but it was a funny thought to imagine maxing out his credit. How about that for a moment of Bliss?
"That would be a lot of fun. I don't get many opportunities for a girl's day out," Jillian said.
No, you're probably forced to follow your sugar daddy everywhere so he can show you off, Alexa thought sympathetically. Still, Jillian didn't seem all that bothered about her lifestyle.
They walked back out onto the deck. Alexa had already changed into a skimpy black bikini not long after they had gotten on the yacht, so she was ready to get into the water.
"Have you snorkelled before?" Jillian asked.
"Many times," Alexa said, already crouching down to put her fins on.
Moments later she was walking down the steps at the back of the yacht, ending up only a foot or so above the water. She lowered her mask over her face, put the snorkel in her mouth and jumped into the water, finding it pleasantly warm. Jillian was not far behind her.
The two women swam and had fun in the water for almost an hour before Alexa decided that she needed to go back onto the yacht and have a drink. One problem with snorkelling or scuba diving was that it left you with a dry throat after a while. Jillian opted to follow her lead, swimming back to the yacht by her side.
Alexa climbed out of the water, removed her gear and sorted her hair out as best she could. When that was done, she followed Jillian up the steps to the deck where the men were still lying on their loungers. There were now a couple of empty beer bottles by the side of each of them.
"That's a sight for sore eyes," Cole said when Alexa came into view.
"Thank you, baby," Alexa smiled sweetly. "The water is beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you two are," Layfield said.
Alexa smiled. She supposed it was compliment, even if it sounded a bit lecherous.
"Honey, will you take me for a ride on the jet ski in a minute?" Jillian asked Layfield.
"Alright, I suppose I can," Layfield said. "I'd better stop drinking anyway, I've got to drive the boat back this evening."
While Layfield downed the beer he had been working on and got up, Alexa took a Coke out of the cool box and chugged some of it down, enjoying the cold refreshment.
"I'll take you out for a spin later, Lexi, if you like?" Layfield offered.
"I'm good, thank you," she replied, getting onto her lounger. "I think it's time to soak up some rays."
"Suit yourself," Layfield said indifferently. Turning, he motioned Jillian down the steps. They would be able to open up the back of the yacht, which had a compartment with the jet ski inside.
"How much does one of these things cost?" Alexa asked Cole once their hosts had disappeared down the steps. She was referring to the yacht.
Cole turned his head to look at her and responded with his customary arrogance. "Don't know. Want me to buy you one?"
"Sure! Why not? Can I have three?" Alexa asked with good humour.
Cole laughed. "Maybe we'll see by the end of the week."
Making herself comfortable, Alexa savoured the feeling of the hot sun on her. She realised that even though she was tanned, sun screen was going to be needed. Earlier, she had seen Jillian putting some on herself and on John. Getting back up, she went into the wheelhouse and found the bottle standing on top of the cupboards. Taking it with her, she went back out on the deck.
"Hey, can you put this on me, please?" Alexa asked Cole, handing him the bottle.
"Shouldn't you be doing that for me?" he asked. From the back of the boat, the jet ski fired up. John and Jillian motored away, looking like they were having a great time.
"I will if you like, after you've put it on me."
"Fair enough," he chuckled.
Alexa got back onto her lounger, this time lying on her front so that he could rub the sun screen into her back. As he got to work, she had to admit she liked the feeling of his powerful hands working her skin. As seemed to be the case in every aspect, he wasn't gentle. She found herself with a question on her mind, and she decided to just go ahead and ask it.
"Adam, why is it that you're single? I mean, you're good looking, confident, rich. You socialise a lot. I don't see how it's hard for you to meet someone."
"It's not," he replied, squirting some more sun screen onto the palm and placing it onto her lower back. "I could have a girlfriend or a wife if I wanted one. I don't. There are too many gold diggers out there. I'm a self-made man, and I'm not going to have some thot move in with me for a year before deciding to take off, taking half of everything that's mine with her when she clears out. I'm not that stupid."
"That's a rather narrow way of looking at things," Alexa said, pausing for a second to find the right descriptive word. "You're saying you're happy to pay someone to act like she's your girlfriend, but you never want to actually get into a relationship with a girl because you don't want to trust anyone."
"That's about the size of it," Cole confirmed. His next squirt of sun screen went onto her right leg.
"So you genuinely don't think the right person is out there for you?"
She couldn't see Cole, but it sounded like he shrugged at the start of his reply. "They may well be. Right now, I'm not looking. I'm enjoying my life the way it is, and that's what matters to me. If I want sex, I can get it. If I want someone to make like they're my girl for a week, I can get that too."
"Fair enough," Alexa said with a smile. She wasn't going to judge the way he wanted to live his life. After all, her method of earning a living was hardly conventional. It would be, and indeed it was, easy for people to judge her.
"So, what about you? What's your deal? Married? Kids? I have to assume no kids with a body as perfect as yours." Cole asked.
"I don't talk about my personal life," Alexa responded coolly.
"Bullshit. I'm not having that," he insisted. "You got me talking about my life, so you can talk about yours. It's not like I'm asking for your home address or something, I just want to know a bit about you."
Alexa sighed, deciding to give him the bare minimum. "Fine. I'm engaged."
"Someone's a lucky bastard," Cole said. "What's his name?"
"He is a she. And her name is Clementine," Alexa said. He had just finished applying the sun screen to her left leg, so she rolled over and faced him.
"Wow. Well, if you ever need a penis bringing to the party, be sure to let me know."
Alexa knew he was joking, so she simply rolled her eyes rather than getting annoyed with him.
"No? Boring," Cole chuckled. He sat down on his lounger and turned more serious. "It must be tough being in a relationship and doing what you do. Like, doesn't Clementine mind?"
"I can't say she's thrilled about me sleeping with other people for money, no. But at the same time, Clem was a client. That's how we met, so it wasn't like she didn't know what she was getting into. I made it perfectly clear when we started seeing each other for real that my job was not up for discussion, and if she was going to have an issue with it, we were going to be a non-starter."
"So she's not overjoyed about it, but she accepts it?" Cole said, more of a statement than a question.
Alexa nodded. "That's right. I plan to run the business for another ten years or so. By then we'll have enough money for me to stop doing it, and we can settle down and live a comfortable life."
"Well, I say good for you," Cole said seriously. He reached into the cool box, took out another beer, popped the lid off and toasted her with it.
Alexa raised her Coke can and toasted him back.
"I know I might not be your favourite client, but I am having a great time," Cole said reflectively after a minute of companionable silence.
Alexa smiled. "I'm glad to hear it. Honestly, I'm enjoying myself too, and that's not something I can say about all of my bookings."
A crafty smile appeared on his face. "Does that mean I get a discount next time?"
Alexa laughed loudly. "We'll have to see about that, Mr Cole. We'll have to see."
A/N: Thank you to everyone who left a review last time.
This brings the coverage of Adam Cole's booking to a close. I hope you enjoyed it? I have a good number of ideas saved, some of them thanks to readers. Again, let me say that I'm willing to consider suggestions, so if you have one, contact me.
What did you think of the little bit of background info we got about Alexa?