Two's Company

I’d really appreciate it if…”
    Gillian waved her hand in the air. “I’ll keep your secret if you’ll keep
    mine.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with wanting a little company when you’re far
    from home, Gillian. By the way, who referred you to me?”
    “I don’t remember. I came into town last year and one of my clients gave
    me a card, said if I ever needed, well, suffice it to say, she was clearly satisfied
    with your services.”
    Ian cleared his throat again. “I don’t think thank you is the right response
    here,” he said with a laugh. “Who’s your client?”
                  “Let me think,” she said and took a drink from her glass. “Oh yes, I think
    it was Rebecca, oh, I can’t remember her last name.”
    “What does she do?”
    “Interior design firm.”
    Ian nodded. “Rebecca Randolph. She inherited an entire banking
    conglomerate from her father and then married the president of it all. She’s got
    too much money and time on her hands and the interior design firm is just one of
    her many hobbies.”
    “Some hobby. She’s done quite well with it.”
    “Of course she has. Rebecca does quite well at everything. The Randolph
    name wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said with a laugh. Changing the
    subject, he asked, “If I may ask without embarrassing you, what did you have
    planned for us tonight?”
    “Nothing,” she said.
    “At my rates you planned nothing?” He raised an eyebrow.
    “No, yes. I meant nothing big, just dinner out, and a few drinks maybe.”
    “You were in the middle of getting dressed when I came to the door. Or
    do you always answer the door in your underwear?”
    Gillian felt her face heat again and put her hands to her cheeks. “Are you
    ever going to let me live this down?”
    Ian grinned and shook his head. “Nope. I love the color of your cheeks
    when you’re embarrassed. I’ll be bringing it up a lot. Now get dressed and let’s
    go out.”
    “Really? You still want to go out with me?”
    “Well it looks as if my date canceled and I have nothing else to do. So
    yeah, let’s go somewhere. On me,” he added with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Chapter 4
     
    “Do you come here a lot?” Gillian asked.
    “Occasionally, when I have some time off,” Ian replied.
    “It’s wonderful.”
    “Would you like to dance?” Ian came to his feet and offered his hand.
    Gillian smiled and stood. They walked to the dance floor and Ian twirled
    her into his arms, holding her tightly as the music played. He felt her large
    breasts against his chest and it sent a warm sensation crawling through his gut.
    He smiled over the top of her head, enjoying the feeling. It had been quite
    some time since he’d actually felt attracted to a woman, much less sexual attraction.
    His job didn’t require feelings; it simply required stimulation. Quite a different
    sensation that he hadn’t felt it in a long time. In fact, he couldn’t recall the last
    time he had. Closing his eyes, he let the feelings wash through his blood and
    move from his belly into his groin until his balls tightened against his body.
    When the music ended, he escorted Gillian back to their table. “Thank you
    for the dance.”
    “You’re welcome,” she replied.
    “Would you like another drink?”
    “No, I don’t think so.”
    “Would you like another dance?”
    “No, I don’t think so.”
    “Would you like to go back to your hotel?”
    “No, I don’t think so.”
    Ian smiled. “Would you like to go home with me?”
    Gillian smiled back. “Yes, I think I would.”
    Ian gazed at Gillian in the soft light and thought she looked beautiful.
    Extraordinarily beautiful. Her long, dark hair hung over one shoulder,
    completely covering her left breast. Her dark eye s looked black in the dim light and a
    slight smile parted her full, pink lips. He saw h er chest rise and fall slightly with each
    breath she took, and she looked comp letely at ease. He wondered why he had the
    jitters.
    He reached for her, stroked her cheek and let his hand move down the
    column of her throat to her silk blouse. Unbuttoning the blouse, his hands grazed
    the lacy fabric of her bra. He slid the material off her shoulders and it fell to the
    floor. He pulled her into his arms and his mouth covered hers, softly, gently, at
    first. He nibbled at her lips and sucked her full bottom lip into his mouth. He felt
    her hands moving up and down his back, pulling his shirt out of the waistband
    of his