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“Usually at
least three weeks. Beyond that, it depends on the day.”

“Three weeks?”
She’d been hoping to meet up with him again a lot sooner than that.

Obviously
catching the disappointment in her voice, Ander tilted up one corner of his
mouth. “I occasionally have cancellations. I can let you know. Otherwise, I
think my first available evening is two weeks from next Wednesday.”

Lori thought
quickly and couldn’t think of anything she had scheduled for that evening. And
she figured she better snatch the day while she could, since obviously Ander’s
time was a hot commodity. “I think that would work. Let’s schedule it then.”
Feeling a prickle of curiosity, she asked, “Do you work every evening?”

He shook his
head. “I keep certain days to myself.”

She made
herself get out of the bed and walk over to the table. She slid the money over
toward him without meeting his eyes. “It should be the right amount for
tonight.”

He didn’t count
it. Just slipped it into his pocket and picked up his case.

“Thank you for
tonight,” she said.

“You’re
welcome. I’ll see you on the twenty-eighth.”

“I’m looking
forward to it,” she said as she watched him walk to the door—lean, upright, and
infinitely cosmopolitan. Cool and competent. A quintessential businessman with
a very particular business. She wondered why he was bald. And wondered how he’d
gotten into this line of work to begin with. Wondered what was up with him and
his father.

She hadn’t done
everything she’d intended to do tonight. She hadn’t had intercourse. But she’d
had a good orgasm, and that was excellent progress. She was fairly satisfied
with herself.

As Ander closed
the door behind him, she realized maybe she actually
was
looking forward
to their next engagement.

By the time two weeks from Wednesday
rolled around, Lori had worked up a fair amount of excitement.

After her weird
awkwardness immediately following her first session with Ander, Lori concluded
that the encounter been a real success. She wasn’t looking for a fantasy. She
was just looking for a way to rid herself of her virginity, a way that was easy
and hassle-free. Ander was talented, accommodating, thoughtful, and very
attractive. And his professionalism made the first engagement exactly what
she’d been looking for.

She couldn’t
imagine the second engagement would be a problem. It would likely go the same
way, only with intercourse rather than oral sex. Because she had such a good
impression of her first session with Ander, she began to anticipate the second
one.

She was still
nervous. But, as the days progressed, her excitement became stronger than her fear.

So Lori arrived
at the hotel at six o’clock on the scheduled Wednesday. She followed the same
routine as before: took a bath, shaved, applied lotion, counted cash, drank
wine, and sat in a chair waiting for Ander. Her belly was fluttery with nerves.

But she was
pretty sure she wasn’t going to be sick.

She’d been a
virgin for twenty-six years. And she’d spent many of those years looking
forward to
not
being one.

And now it was
finally going to happen.

When Ander
tapped on the door, she walked over to let him in without even the slightest
impulse to hide in the bathroom.

Tonight, he wore
all black—black trousers, black dress shirt, and very expensive black leather
shoes. He smiled at her, exactly as she’d expected him to. Urbane, sensual.
Infinitely practiced.

“Hi there,” she
said cheerfully, leading him back into the room. “You look all cool and
stealthy tonight.”

Ander blinked
and looked down at himself. “Stealthy?”

She raised her
eyebrows—in an expression that mirrored his own—and handed him a glass of wine.
“All black. Do you do a lot of lurking in the shadows?”

“Not if I can
help it.”

His dry tone in
combination with that appealing twitch of his mouth caused Lori to snort. When
he set his leather case in the chair, she moved to stand beside him. “What
goodies have you brought today?”

The first thing
he pulled out of his case was a slim, pink vibrator still in its original
packaging. He offered it to her. “As promised.”

Her lips parting,
she accepted the vibrator and stared down at it. “Thank you. It was nice of you
to get it for me.”

“We can use it
some this evening, if you want.” His eyes rested on her face, as if he were
checking her expression. “It might help in foreplay, and I can show you some
ways to use it.” When she just stared at him, he added, “But only if it won’t
make you uncomfortable.”

Getting
vibrator lessons from a male escort might make her a
little
uncomfortable, but it did sound like a practical idea. “No. That would be fine.
A little weird, but fine.”

“Why is it
weird?”

She narrowed
her eyes. “Have you taught other women how to use vibrators?”

“Of course.”

“Oh.” A little
taken aback by this matter-of-fact answer, she concluded, “I guess it’s not
that weird after all.”

Ander smiled
and reached into his case, pulling out a DVD. “This was the best I could find,
if we want to start with erotica again this evening. Well-made, female-oriented
erotic movies are few and far between. This is a series of short films, so each
is just a half-hour. That would leave us more time, which might be smart if we
want to practice with the vibrator before we move on to intercourse.”’

Nodding
absently, Lori studied the DVD cover. “Is this as good as the one last week?”

“Not quite.
It’s good—made for women and not tacky. But the stories are not as
well-written. It’s the best I could find with business-type male leads. Manual
laborers tend to be more popular—painters, carpenters, pool boys, you know.”

Lori sneered
faintly at that inexplicable fact. Then she thought about the implications of
what he said. “Did you look for this one particularly for me?”

“Yes. I thought
it would be best to have a shorter film for this evening, but I didn’t have
anything in my collection that would work.”

Staring up at
his smooth, polished expression, Lori tried to imagine Ander rooting through
shelves or online catalogs to find erotic DVDS. “That was awfully nice of you.
Thank you.”

Ander gave a
half-shrug. “It’s no problem. I can always use it again later.”

“Just exactly
how big is your collection of erotic films?” Lori’s mouth wobbled with
amusement as she imagined a secret room chock-full of sexy paraphernalia and
DVDs in Ander’s doubtlessly slick, cool-toned apartment.

He chuckled
briefly—with that same faint note of bitterness she’d heard in his laugh last
time. “Big enough to do my job.”

He moved over
to put the DVD in the player and asked over his shoulder, “Tonight, do you want
to go about things the way we did last time?”

Lori lowered
her eyebrows as she took her seat on the sofa. “I want to have sex this time.
Intercourse.”

A tiny lip
twitch. “Yes. I meant in terms of my behavior. Did you want to continue the
same attitude or perhaps play out a fantasy tonight?”

“Oh. I get it.”
Lori chuckled as she thought about how she’d misinterpreted him. It was very
nice of him not to laugh out loud. “No, I like how we did it last time. Don’t
pretend anything.”

“Understood.”
He hit play on the DVD player and went to sit beside her on the sofa.

Ander was right
about the movie. It wasn’t as good as the one last time. But it was basically
well-made and still quite sexy. But the time it had run its course, Lori was
plenty aroused.

“We can watch
another one if you need to,” Ander offered.

“Nope. I’m
good.”

Ander got up,
turned the film off, and went over to the table. He pulled some batteries out
of his case and then removed the vibrator from the package. As Lori watched him
slide the batteries into the little tube, she couldn’t help but admire his long
legs and firm, well-contoured ass. She wondered how often he had to work out a
week to sculpt his great body.

Then she
wondered what he looked like without clothes.

When Ander went
over to the bathroom to rinse off the vibrator, Lori moved to the bed. She
turned down the comforter and sheets and then sat down on the edge of the
mattress. She took off the belted sweater she wore—the same one she’d worn last
time. Under it, however, she was wearing a chemise in the same soft cashmere as
her favorite pajama set. She thought it might be smart to wear something that
could just be pushed up to have sex. And the graceful lines and little tie just
under her breasts made her feel kind of sexy.

It wasn’t any
sort of racy lingerie. Pretty tame in the scheme of things. It was sexy for
her, though, and tonight she could use all the sexy she could get.

Before Ander
came over to join her, he turned off the overhead lights. “Is it all right if
we leave the light on in the bathroom? It will still be plenty dark, but it
might help to have a little more light to work with the vibrator.”

“Sure.” She’d
kind of liked the deep darkness of the room last time, but she wasn’t about to
argue with what was obviously good sense.

Ander picked up
the tube of lubricant and a couple of condom packets from his case before he
returned to the bed. “Did you want to lie down?” he asked, putting the vibrator
and other stuff on the nightstand and turning off the bedside light.

With a long
exhale, Lori pulled up her legs and reclined back on the bed. She’d been doing
so well—focusing on anticipation rather than anxiety—but now she was starting
to get nervous. She was still aroused, but not so much she stopped thinking
about what was about to happen.

“Do you want me
to keep my clothes on this evening?” Ander stood, dark and looming, beside the
bed.

Since she felt
braver today, she replied, “Oh. No. I guess not. You can take them off.”

Ander started
unbuttoning his shirt. His motion was slow, almost mesmerizing, as he gradually
revealed his bare chest beneath. When he’d untucked the skirt, he let it slide
with unhurried ease to the floor. His chest was toned and masculine. She could
see the clean contours of muscle development on his abdomen and shoulders, even
in the dim light of the room.

He slid his
belt out of the loops. He moved naturally, not ostentatiously, but Lori
suddenly realized he was giving her a little show.

It was
effective. As she watched, her intimate muscles clenched in excitement and
jitters rose up in her belly, but she also felt a gurgle of amusement. She had
to press her lips together to stifle it.

Who would have
thought that Lori Addison would be in the position to get such an elegant
striptease from a bald man?

She must not
have hidden her reaction well because Ander paused in the midst of unzipping.
He arched his eyebrows. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no,” she
said, keeping her eyes wide and trying not to stare down at what would be
revealed when his pants came unzipped. “Everything’s fine. You’re doing an
excellent job.”

Ander narrowed
his eyes, a little suspiciously, before he let his trousers fall to the floor,
revealing black silk boxers and a pair of very fine legs.

“Boxers?” Lori
asked, working past the surge of visceral admiration at the sight of his near
perfect body. “I was wondering what you wore.”

Ander took off
his watch as he replied, “I didn’t know what you’d prefer. Since you’re
American, I thought boxers were a better bet.”

Lori blinked up
at him. “What do you mean?”

“American women
tend to prefer boxers on men. If you were international, I’d have worn briefs.
Obviously, once I know a woman’s preference, I accommodate it.”

“American women
prefer boxers?”

“I have only my
own informal assessment to go by, but, yes, I’d say three-fourths of them do. I
try to pay attention.”

“Wow,” Lori
breathed. “That’s what I call attention to detail.”

Ander gave her
a half-smile. “It’s part of my job.” His hands lingered on the waistband of his
boxers. “Shall I?”

Lori gulped,
torn between nerves and carnal interest. The silk was thin and slippery, and
she could see evidence through the fabric that he was already half-erect. “Why
don’t you wait on that?” she finally decided.

Ander nodded
and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. “Like last time? Some foreplay
with no kissing?”

She scooted
over toward the middle of the bed to make room for him. “Yes. Thank you.”

He slanted her
an odd look before he moved into bed beside her. Then he moved over her. Like
last time, he started with some light kisses on the side of her neck, but then
he moved up to brush his lips along the line of her jaw.

Lori sucked in
a breath. Then a sharper breath when he trailed his mouth down to the pulse in
her throat. She felt his teeth on her skin, very gently.

Without any
conscious thought, her hands settled on his head, irresistibly drawn to the
smooth scalp. Again, no signs of bristles.

It was silent
in the room except the rustling of the bedding and Lori’s accelerating
breathing. He was warm above her, generating heat she could feel even where he
wasn’t touching her, and he slowly pushed up her chemise to bare her body to
him.

Ander took his
time—stroking her body, fondling her breasts, teasing out spots that made her
gasp or squirm that she’d never imagined before. This time, she was too
distracted by the sensations to point out the things she liked best, but he
found them anyway. Eventually, Lori was flushed all over and writhing
shamelessly from the need for friction.

Ander’s mouth
was on her side, on a sensitive spot just above her hip. He mouthed it hard and
fluttered his tongue against her skin. At the same time, he was rubbing the
back of her knee in a gentle massage and occasionally flicking at one of her
erect nipples with his other hand.