After night!
Emma's sensations flared up like a dazzling display of fireworks. "don't stop. more... I want more." James looked into Emma's eyes, seeing the desire burning within them. He couldn't resist giving in to her request, pulling her closer for another heated kiss.
Her thirst for him was unquenchable and insatiable—a relentless longing that consumed her.
With eagerness, Emma tore at his shirt. "Kiss me once more," she demanded.
James smiled, his desire matching hers. "Gladly," he whispered before capturing her lips in another passionate kiss. The intensity of their connection was undeniable as they lost themselves in the moment.
Emma had already lost her bath towel.
"Emma, mm..." James felt her heartbeat with slightly chilled fingertips on her chest.
Their breath blended together, their noses almost touching in a tender caress.
Emma's hands roamed freely over James' body, feeling the heat radiating from him. Her mind was a blank canvas, painted only with the image of him, her every thought consumed by his presence.
Her hand followed his right arm, asserting her control over him.
"Take initiative and act on your desire. I'll give everything to you. "
The god to whom Marcus had given his entire being as a sacrifice was what he didn't want.
It was still possible. There were still decades of life ahead of him and her.
"Don't stop calling my name... It has such a lovely sound." Emma's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires.
Glancing at the incredibly attractive man in front of her, she threw herself at him without hesitation, knowing that this moment was meant to be seized. The fire in her eyes matched the intensity of her desire, igniting a spark that would consume them both with passion.
But before she could move, the man grabbed her wrists. It was the pitiful desire to have something but to be afraid of losing it. "Let me start by saying that I may not have the best skills and that I lack experience. I cannot be compared to other people. I will not put up with you looking down on me when you wake up. You cannot leave me behind if you take me."
Emma was unable to understand the man's words.
She grabbed his short, neat hair viciously and gave him a menacing glare with her sultry red eyes.
"Stop talking, and put your thing inside me," she whispered in a seductive tone.
As he moved closer, Emma felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear, but in that moment, she didn't care. All she wanted was to feel something—anything to fill the emptiness inside her.
"Aaaaahhh"
She let out a loud moan as he entered her, finally succumbing to the pleasure that he had brought her.
...
Emma had never felt so ashamed that she immediately wanted to run away.
Unmentionable parts ached vaguely when she woke up, and her entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck.
The disjointed scenes in her mind painfully reminded her of what had happened the night before, fueling her shame.
She reacted when he brought her face washing water to the bed when she woke up and saw the man cleaning the house.
"Close your eyes." He cleansed her face.
"I got you some clean clothes to change. Rise and have a meal."
"There is a red stain on the sheets. When you get up, I'll change them."
Her face was red, too, not just the sheets!
Emma really wanted to disappear from the scene. But now that she was seated at the dining room table, staring at the lavish breakfast spread out in front of her and spotting the luggage out of the corner of her eye in the adjacent room, she realized she needed to set the record straight.
Twice, when she wasn't sober, she met this man.
He was sitting across from her now, looking dapper in a suit. His strikingly handsome face.
He observed her silently with light-colored eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses. The morning light fell on his tall, noble figure through the dining room window.
The individual was completely engulfed in light, strikingly captivating.
She didn't lose out, she thought, thinking that such a handsome guy had a wild night with her.
Coughing and clearing her throat, Emma lost her bravery. "Let's converse. I appreciate all of your hard work from last night and this morning."
James gave her a nod, indicating that she could proceed. He flashed his sensual Adam's apple when he undid his top button.
Emma took a swallow.
Hold on. What would she say next?
As she had woken up, she had actually known immediately who this man was.
She stated yesterday that she wanted to spice things up. It seems that the bartender misinterpreted. She realized what she had drunk when she thought back to the bartender's words.
That bartender really was "dependable"!
He located the "best" top escort and gave her the strongest drink to liven it up.
This man spent the entire night at work. He moved his luggage over and took care of her politely in the early hours of the morning. Above all, he had the appearance of an elite bartender.
His identity was obvious.
Emma recalled her intended words. "Last night, I did inquire with your colleague at the bar about hiring someone on a long-term basis."
"You're looking for a long-term employee?" James seemed lost in thought before responding to her question.
"No, no, no. In other words, I had a change of heart afterwards. It's possible that your colleague did not explain it well. Either way, I'm done using that. How much is a nightly rate for you? You can depart after I give you the money."
Emma felt uneasy about what the man was thinking when she saw his light-colored eyes fixate on her after he finished speaking.
She kept her distance from him, not even daring to look him in the eye as she put on a brave face.
James spoke slowly after a protracted silence. "My entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck when I woke up this morning, and unmentionable parts vaguely hurt."
Emma thought, "How can you?"
Why did it feel off?
Regarding matters of the bedroom, did men share women's feelings?
Despite his grace, James seemed weak and tired as he covered his mouth and coughed lightly, saying, "You took me many times last night."
Emma choked instantly.
That was logical.
But no way!
"$4,000 for a single evening? Are you really saying this? Why are you acting so avaricious?" One night shouldn't cost that much, even for a top escort. She wasn't a sucker; she wasn't that stupid. "Flat rate of $500. You didn't have the best of skills last night. I suggest you refrain from making irrational demands."
"Oh? You kept wanting me, crying, kissing me, and hugging me because my skills were so terrible." Ears burning, James drew out the final word.
"Stop talking!" Emma's blush had extended to her ears from her neck. She gave him a fierce look. "Oh, that's right—a thousand dollars!"
This top escort said nothing that pleased her.
To transfer the money, Emma opened her phone. James brought up a specific account number.
"your name?."
"James Sinclair. James by the ear, Sinclair, as in the word for pleasant music at a brunch on the terrace in the spring."
Emma turned to face him upon hearing this. "Your name sounds a little familiar, Little Jammy."
"Maybe you gave me a brief moment of attention." James gave her a glance as well. His eyes were light and cool behind the gold-rimmed glasses, but they held deep emotions like the depths of the ocean.
Emma felt her heart race with anticipation as his intense stare burned into her soul.
He was an excellent escort, I must say. He was very alluring!
The two made their way downstairs. Emma walked straight to the bus stop, not even bothering to look at James.
Two minutes later, she glanced back in secret and saw that James had vanished. He must have already departed.
It was then that she began to wince in agony. Now that she had braved the unbearable pain all morning with dignity, she could let go of her need to control her expression.
She was still able to hazily recall certain emotions and situations. Their sizes obviously did not correspond. Even the best top escorts didn't seem to fit everyone.
"Beep!"
A car horn went off deep. She raised her head.
A sleek black Maybach glided to a smooth stop in front of her, a symbol of luxury and intrigue. The window rolled down slowly, revealing the distant, clear face of that top escort. "Get in."
For the first time, Emma blinked twice and began to doubt this world.
Is this car affordable for him with his job?