Ch.2 In Trouble
Where is he?" I asked again. There was a sultry tone to my voice, but also a dangerous edge.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.
The receptionist hesitated.
I could see him battling with himself. I could also see that he was attracted to me. But that didn't matter.
The only thing that mattered was making him obey me.
I could tell he was thinking about the repercussions.
How his boss would fire him if he found out that the receptionist let a complete stranger, into the CEO's office.
But then again, if he didn't listen to me, I would make sure to make him suffer, here and now.
He looked at my lips. I bit down on my lower lip and his gaze shifted to my tits.
A naughty smile formed on my face.
My plan was working.
I pulled him closer and ran my tongue over his ear.
"Be a good boy and tell me. Please." I moaned in his ear.
He trembled.
I could tell he was fighting with himself.
"Please, let go. I can't..." He begged me.
"Can't what?" I asked.
"Let a stranger into his apartment." He muttered.
I smiled.
"You know. If you tell me, I'll give you a kiss." I whispered and ran my hands over his crotch.
His eyes widened.
I could feel his dick hardening in his pants.
I giggled.
"Do you want it? A kiss? You have to be a good boy and help me." I whispered.
"Okay." He groaned, finally giving in.
"Good. Where is he?" I questioned.
"T-the top floor. The penthouse." He blurted out immediately.
"Thank you, darling." I purred and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"That's it?" The receptionist looked at me, disappointed.
"What were you expecting?" I shrugged.
"A-A..A kiss on the lips." He stuttered, looking like a little child who was told he couldn't get any candy.
I rolled my eyes.
"I only kiss billionaires on the lips darling. And you're not one."
The elevator dinged open.
I turned to the receptionist and blew him a kiss.
He sighed and went back to his work.
I grinned as I got into the elevator.
That was fun. Men were so easy.
It didn't take much to have them eating out of the palm of my hand.
I couldn't wait to get the top floor.
Travis Sinclair was going to regret wasting my time.
I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse.
I was angry. Angry at Travis Sinclair.
Who was he to waste my time like this?
And for no reason too.
I know, I was supposed to be happy that he wasn't asking for a refund of the money but what kind of man cancels at the last minute.
The disrespect!
I was pissed. My time was precious.
And the fact that a man had the audacity to waste my time like this, made me even angrier.
When I was done with him, Travis Sinclair was going to wish he never did this.
As the elevator moved upwards, I looked at myself in the mirror.
My eyes traveled downwards.
I took a deep breath and adjusted my dress. I pushed up my boobs and watched them spill over the neckline.
Then, I ran a hand through my hair and made it look sexy.
I was going to make Travis Sinclair regret wasting my time.
I was going to make him beg for mercy.
I was going to show him the reason why my company was the best in the city.
We had the highest-rated escorts.
And I was the best... the number one.
I was not only the best.. I was also the most seductive.
By the time I was done with him, he would have given me everything.
Everything that was in his bank account and also everything that was in his house.
I was a gold digger and I was proud of it.
There was no other way a girl like me, could make the amount of money that I did. This was the only way.
Making rich men give me what I wanted.
And trust me, it was fun.
When the elevator dinged open, I was ready.
I stepped out, strutting towards the penthouse.
The hallway was dimly lit and had only one door. The place smelled expensive. It had a strong aroma of wealth.
This man was definitely rich.
And the penthouse was no doubt, going to be big and lavish.
I grinned. I couldn't wait to see the expression on his face when he saw me.
And then the begging, the grovelling.
My mind was racing, planning, imagining.
It was all coming together.
My heels clicked as I walked. And the sound was the only thing that could be heard.
That was because the penthouse was deathly silent. I didn't hear any music, or a TV or even voices.
It was silent. Too silent.
Maybe the door was too thick, or the walls. I didn't know.
But I did know one thing.
That Travis Sinclair was definitely alone.
I didn't have to worry about anybody walking in on us. We were all alone.
I knocked on the door.
Then I stood, waiting for it to open.
And as I waited, I started to get excited.
The anticipation of what was going to happen, had me tingling.
A smile broke out on my face.
This was the thing I loved about my job.
The excitement. The thrill.
I loved doing it. And I was the best.
That's because, not only did I do my job with professionalism, I also had fun.
That's why I was the best.
Because I treated every client like they were the important. Because I did everything a client asked of me.
Even the craziest, kinkiest shit.
That's why I was the best.
"Oh Travis Sinclair, you are in for the time of your life." I whispered to myself.
The door swung open and I was stunned.
"What the f*ck!"
I gasped. My jaw dropped