Millionaire Escort (An Erotica)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

     I looked around Saxon’s office and sighed impatiently as the small room made my skin crawl a bit with anxiety. I didn’t like how cramped the room felt, especially when I was this close to Saxon and my body was telling me to throw myself at him and demand that he take me right there on his desk. My cheeks were flaming at the thought and I shook my head as I focused on one of the large bookshelves lining one of the walls. It held several different accounting books and a few books in a foreign language that I couldn’t quite place. I grabbed one and pulled it off of the shelf, flipping it open, ignoring the amused look that Saxon was giving me from across the room. I tried briefly to translate the jumbled up letters but just groaned and put it back, mentally cursing Saxon for being able to read what most could not.

     “Giving up already, Scar?” He chuckled and stood, walking towards me and turning me before pressing his body against mine until I was sandwiched between him and the bookcase. “You’ve been quiet ever since we got here. Is something on your mind?” His fingertips trailed down between my breasts, causing me to tremble quietly and my cheeks burned hot.

    “No, Saxon. I just don’t talk when there is nothing to talk about.” I had meant for my reply to come out more confident than what it did. Instead, it came out shaky and almost bleak, betraying the nerves that were bubbling just under the skin. I gently pushed at his chest, trying to put some distance between us as he leaned down and kissed the shell of my ear. “W-What are you doing? We came here so you could get some work done, yes? This isn’t work.”

    He laughed and nipped at my earlobe sharply, eliciting a gasp from me. “I’m just taking a small break before we have to go out there where all the fun happens. Before that, though, I will have to have you change so that you look the part. After all, you are my fiancé.” I glared at him and pushed him away again gently, my heart thundering as the thought finally processed in my head.

     “Oh god, this is real… I was really hoping I would wake up at any time now and this would all have been in my head. What have I done?” I was partly talking to myself as everything fully sank in. I was here in a BDSM club with a man that I really didn’t know… And I was engaged to him. I was engaged to one of the richest men in the city and we knew nothing about each other. And I was strangely okay with that…

     He towered over me, his cologne assaulting my nose as he leaned in again, looking me straight in the eyes. “This is no dream, Scarlett. Even if it was, would you truly want to wake up? Here, I can take care of you and give you what you need for your sister to remain at college. I can keep you from having to sell yourself to countless men as you tried to scrounge up the cash to keep afloat. I will take care of you until you decide you just can’t do his anymore.”

     “Then why do I feel so bad about this? About taking your money and lying to your parents? Is this really the way you should make your parents happy? Is this the way you want to remember their last months? I just don’t understand why you are willing to lie to them to make them happy.” I looked up at him, my mouth going a bit dry as I stared into his eyes. Very slowly, I felt the world slipping away from me as I focused on the man directly in front of me.

     This animal attraction I held for him was going to be the end of me. I could not remember the last time that I felt so attracted to a person without them even trying. Saxon was just there. His entire presence filled the room and could almost make you drown in it, even as he gave you the air to breathe. He was suffocating me with his masculinity that threatened to extinguish every fiber of my being as his dominant stare challenged my own. I felt myself backing down and letting him have his way. I would go along with our deal, but I was beginning to suspect that I really didn’t mind.