Xavier was in the USA for a meeting with CIA.They said they will waive all his charges if he lends them his intelligence secret service.He promised to think about it. Though he had no intention to do it.
Waive his charges? Who is he? A thief? A pimp? What if he does not lend them his secret services? What can they do? Shoot him? Kill him? Arrest him? He chuckled at the thought.He was standing on the balcony of the hotel when he heard a girl talking from another balcony.
"Hello, Is it male Escort agency?"
"Yes, I need one"
"Room 1411 "
"Hotel Magenta "
"OK and do they ...umm...do they have sex with the client? Yes?
Xavier stared at the girl dumbfounded.She was the most beautiful creature he ever laid his eyes on.Her attire revealed she was probably some, librarian.
Why she needs an escort?
What is wrong with the world?
Where are all the men?
The girl turned and went in the room.
Xavier was standing in the pitch black dark.Something crossed his mind and he smiled. His smile was like a cat who just got the fish in its paws.
He was on business tour in the USA and he NEVER mixed business with pleasure.It was not safe.He could be killed.
But once in a lifetime is allowed to everyone.
She was twiddling her thumbs in the hotel room, waiting impatiently for the escort. The agency said it's going to take only thirty minutes. Only twenty-nine minutes were left.
Is he going to be hot?
how is it going to feel?
It's sex, something whole world is crazy about.
After five minutes someone knocked.
Argh, it must be the room service.She was so irked.
She opened the door and almost jumped.
"The escort service"
She heard a very deep voice
His eyes were hidden in dark but she could see his strong jawline and his thin lips in a straight line.
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