Kapitel 5: TANGLED DESIRES

As the host rambled on about the auction items, my butt was plastered to the chair. On his own jet, Smith had donated two tickets to Australia, which were immediately auctioned off to generate money for an environmental cause. I wasn't at all surprised by it. Anyone would want to fly with a billionaire, right? The issue was that the Earth would get smoggy from all those magnificent jet exhausts. I kept a stiff expression and bit down on my knuckles to stop myself from laughing.

The pain in my foot lessened when the clock reached twelve.

Before massing out the door, people gave their final words to Smith. I let the distance between us grow while I awaited his first step toward the door. My insides had been tingling all night from being so close to him. I needed to flee. Even if his aura made me want to tumble into his lap like a prey animal, I had no intention of doing so.

I was encircled by his arms. He appeared to be a close relationship because his hand was hanging around my waist and pulled me close to him. I closed my eyes and breathed in his earthy aroma. As I breathed out, I struggled to keep my body from shivering. Had he noticed my response? If I could only flee and hide.

"Are you having fun?" Smith babbling in my ear.

Oh gosh. My insides jolted and my flesh came alive at the sound of his rich voice. My pelvis became infected with arousal, and my breath became shallow pants. He observed me while I struggled to respond. In a raspy voice, I said, "I am, thank you. I breathed out clearly. The question "And you, Mr. Mason?"

He shifted his lips to the side as he scanned my body. His gaze scanned my thighs and breasts before returning to my face.

The thought of him examining and judging me made my heart race. Most girls would have been put off, but I kind of loved it.

It was incredible, he said. You are excellent at what you do.

Despite the fact that it was only an escort job, I basked in the compliment. How challenging could it be to attend to a date, really? It's not like I had to show up and speak. By donning a dress and displaying face, half the work was completed. "I'm grateful. Especially coming from you, means a lot.

"What makes me unique?"

My brain was jumbled. He was asking way too many questions, and I didn't have any textbook solutions ready. "Uh…I'm not sure. All I can say is that you appear significant. as if you are in command. Dominant."

"I see. Do you enjoy a domineering man?

I let out a whimper as my chest shook. My face started to heat up as I attempted to respond. I silently scolded myself and swore to stop thinking about him in the future. He was off-limits because he was a client. "I'm not certain. Never have I encountered somebody like that.

Would you like another chance to make sense of it? He queried.

What was he implying? A second date? My mind rejected the notion. I had absolutely no intention of ever seeing this man again. My lip was bit. Should I inform him that as of tonight, I am no longer an employed escort? The words were resisted by something inside of me, which urged me to speak with Grace first before coming clean.

He frowned at my silence as we left the building, the chilly breeze surrounding us. His mouth turned downward.

I shuddered and took my time answering the query. I'm unsure right now. Going with my inclination, I said, "I have to run it by the agency. "Are you... do you intend to go to another gala?"

He gave me a long, blank look as he peered at me.

What did he have in mind? Had I gotten his goat? Reading his thoughts was challenging. Was my inquiry intrusive enough? Just an escort, really. He didn't have to provide me the specifics of his calendar. I opened my mouth, and my cheeks grew hot. "I'm sor—"

He reprimanded, "There's always a gala to go to.

I had made a connection. "I apologize. I apologize for being so nosy.

No, I'm the one. I'm perplexed. Do you consistently refuse to give yourself what you want?

My lips tensed up. Now that he had gone too far, the conversation had changed completely. I made the decision to say it again. I must speak with Grace.

Smith nodded as he accepted my explanation. His back straightened. "Good. If you have a reservation, have Grace email me. If you're not, he said, his tone lowering, "I'll have her send another girl."

Oh no way. My heart rate rose. Am I really so replaceable? His slight threat lingered in my head as a searing heat burned through my veins. I took a deep breath to ease the envy pains. Really, did I need him to be seeing someone else? He was destroying all I stood for and me. Smith was the last person I wanted to get involved with, but the thought of watching him date another female made my stomach turn. even if it was all purely professional. I kept my mouth shut. I made the decision to accept it if he needed another woman. Who the hell needs another gala anyway?

Smith took hold of my wrist. Although it didn't hurt, his aggressiveness made my skin itch. I felt drunk from his presence since sandalwood radiated to my head through my nostrils.

He drew me in his direction. "Come. I must take you to one of my favourite places.

Between us, there was a five-year chasm. He had certainly experienced a lot in his thirty years, and my limited life experiences made me feel little in comparison. My heart was thumping furiously against my chest as I followed him deeper into the shadows.

He advanced briskly. "Up there is this breathtakingly lovely garden. Occasionally, throughout the night, fireflies may arrive and cast light upon the blooming flowers, the man stated.

I kept following him and discovered that he wasn't lying. Rich soil around vibrant blossoms that sparkled under the crescent moon was in front of us. I marvelled as I inhaled the magnificent scene.

His breath gently warmed my cheek as he wrapped his arms around me.

I breathed in while squinting. sweet child

Raw and masculine.

Before I could breathe again, his lips brushed against mine. As our lips parted and his tongue entered my mouth, sending shock soaring down my spine, I embraced him in my arms. I crushed my body against his and groaned. My delicate nipples beaded as my breasts bumped against his chest. I struggled to keep my quaking thighs under control as a surge of moisture accumulated through the folds of my flesh.

His deep tongue plunged into my lips rendered every sense of reason useless and silenced the inner voice. He was torturing me, and I was complicit in it. While my body pressed up against him for more of the frantic, hot tongue, my brain screamed "NO!"

He seized my lips and gave me a kiss unlike any other. He demanded more by putting his hands around the back of my neck and pressing on me. He had a controlling, possessive touch. He was a complete alpha, and I detested that my body shook in his grip.

I needed to halt. It had continued long enough. Imagine Livia! I backed away from him, forced out a gasp, and then just stood there, gasping for air. He appeared equally as shocked as I did. He was used to this, right? He had brought a ton of girls here, held their hands, and made out with them till they were blue in the face, I was certain of it. Not going to be me, though. I raged, adjusting the bodice of my dress, "I need to get home," I said.

He appeared perplexed. He finally put his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes. "I must apologise for my actions. I noticed that each one was posted in your profile, so I know you have regulations. I'm sorry. I couldn't contain myself.

Then it was over. I didn't propose a second date to him, and he didn't ask. He was aware that by breaking the regulations, he forfeited the right to any further dates. I got into Smith's vehicle as he turned around, facing forward till we got to his apartment. In order to keep my address a secret, it was always part of the agency agreement to deliver me last.

He gave me a handshake.

I grabbed it from them. My chest erupted with adrenaline.

"I said what I meant. I apologize. He descended from the backseat of his own car with a lowered head. He swung around and gave his driver a single nod. Make sure Miss Davis gets home safely, please.

As we rode away, he stood by his front door staring at me intently. As we approached the traffic lights, he started to lose shape. I turned away, obstructing my view of him.

My entire body erupted with excitement. I want to go out with him again. Badly.

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