Chapter 1
I had just come off a private jet and into a limo at McCarran International Airport. James had been with me the entire way but we’d barely spoken at all during the flight. His mind seemed elsewhere but I did notice him staring at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I thought that was curious, but I tucked it away for future reference.
Now seated opposite me in the limo, he seemed occupied with his phone. If he wanted to ignore me then I was totally fine with that. Two can play that game.
When the town car had picked me up at home and dropped me to the private airstrip, James had done a double take when he saw my new look. He frowned immediately afterwards but I couldn’t care less whether he approved of the look or not. The old Lila Miller was gone along with my fraud of a husband. I was going back to my maiden name. I was now going to be Lila Reed, call girl to the elite members of society. I tried not to shudder.
My best friend, Deidra, hadn’t taken the news of me leaving or my reasons for leaving any better than I had. She was my only family. I was an only child and my parents passed a couple years back in a car accident. It was hard saying goodbye to her.
I saw James put his phone in the jacket pocket of his pristine dove grey suit and met my eyes squarely. The force of those magnetic blue eyes on me always made my body react. My pussy creamed and my nipples pebbled just as he’d conditioned them too. I hated myself for it. But I hated him even more.
“You haven’t asked me any questions.” It was a statement.
I shrugged and glanced out the window as the luxury hotels passed by in a blur along the Vegas Strip. I folded my arms across my chest and saw his gaze lower to my breasts that threatened to spill over the top of my dress.
“I figured you’d tell me what I needed to know when I needed to know it.” Yeah I was going to be in full on bitch mode the entire time. I crossed my legs to ease the ache that being in a confined space with him brought on my pussy.
His eyes assessed me for a moment taking in my haughty expression and shift in body language and I knew he knew the effect he had on me. The bastard.
Just because I agreed to the situation didn’t mean I had to like it.
“When I said I wanted you to work for me at my agency I didn’t expect you to dress like a damn hooker.” His voice had a hiss.
I stiffened. I didn’t appreciate his tone.
I unfolded my arms slowly to clench them in fists at my sides.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what,” I made air quotes, “High end call girls dressed like.”
I saw a tick in his jaw.
“A wardrobe has already been provided for you back at your new apartment. You are to wear the choices you find in there alone when meeting clients.” He scolded, adopting that bossy tone he used when he gave me permission to come.
My pussy throbbed at the memory, annoying me further. It wasn’t real. I reminded myself again. He had just used me as I’m sure he did to countless other women.
“We already have your medical reports which confirm that you’re clean and you’re already on birth control so that’s good.” He said discussing my body as if he were dissecting a business report.
He’d made me see a doctor before our trip to run tests for STDS and whatever else he told them to. He also made sure that his clients did the same before any meetings.
What also shocked me was that I engaged in all sorts of sex without using any kind of protection with James myself. Who knew what a guy like him got up to?
“How do you go to sleep at night knowing that you sell women’s bodies for a profit?” I asked him coldly.
The question didn’t faze him in the slightest. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees to give me his answer.
“Everything is consensual, Lila.” He informed me, “These girls know what they’re getting into when they sign my contract and they get paid very well for it.”
Except the money I was going to make would go directly to him as repayment for my husband’s debt.
“I’ve always been very clear in all of my business dealings.” He leaned back against the seat then, “Any other questions?”
I eyed his naked left hand and then met his eyes; a question did constantly nag at me.
“Are you married?”
He barked out a laugh.
“No. Don’t see the point in it. Especially as I can have anyone I wanted, as we both know.” He reminded me not so politely.
My cheeks heated but I turned my nose up at him even though I knew he was right. My body was so attuned to him that if he asked me to strip so he could devour me, I didn’t know if I could say ‘No’. I knew what those lips and hands could do for hours.
James was young; he looked about mid thirties, super gorgeous and clearly rich. I was sure that settling down was not high on his agenda if at all.
The limo rolled to a halt and the door was opened with a flourish.
I eyed the valet before craning my neck to look up what looked to be at least fifty stories high. Lights sparkled all around me and I could see people milling about, all of various ages and states of undress.
I felt James come up behind me and put a hand on my lower back to guide me into the hotel. My back stiffened automatically but I made no move to shove him off. The valet followed us with our bags.
I could hear the cha-ching of slot machines as we crossed the lobby and started across the large casino. A couple shouted as the machine spat out coins into a bucket and I could see a couple making out in a corner of the room.
Well they didn’t call this Sin City for nothing.
I saw people nod at James and he nodded back discreetly and it made me wonder what else he was into.
We entered the elevator and were quickly lifted to the forty-fifth floor.
The valet opened the room marked 455 and after dropping my bags, left discreetly, leaving me alone with James.
The room was really like an apartment. A kitchen stood immediately to my right with a dining area in front of it. There was a sitting area just off the left and a door which I assumed led to the bedroom.
I walked over to stand at the glass wall overlooking the Las Vegas strip.
“This is your apartment for the next six months.” He said unnecessarily.
When I said nothing and continued to stare out the window, he went on.
“Your clients will meet you here at the times designated. There are cameras throughout the apartment for your safety.”
I swung around to meet his gaze.
“Someone will be spying on me while I’m here?”
He shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
“Someone will be watching over you while you’re here.” He clarified, “It is also in case we have any trouble with our clients.” He didn’t have to say it. He would use the video as blackmail if need be. I knew just how ruthless he could be.
“We have an account with the spa downstairs and your appointments for tomorrow have already been made. Now get some sleep. You meet your first client tomorrow at 7 p.m sharp.”
He walked away then and closed the door softly behind him so he didn’t see when the first tear fell.
