Chapter 9
Hannah
“So what exactly would these boundaries entail?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“I require your company three times weekly for private meetings,” he said, his voice dropping to a register that vibrated through me. These would typically take place at my penthouse or one of my properties. During these meetings, I expect you to be available for sex.”
The directness made me blush, but I appreciated not having to decipher euphemisms.
“I’m quite particular about my preferences,” he continued, his eyes never leaving mine. I enjoy control in the bedroom. I like to dominate and take charge. I expect obedience and enthusiasm.”
A flicker of heat spread through my body at his words. I should have been offended or at least uncomfortable with this clinical discussion of sex, but something about his confidence was magnetic.
“If this arrangement makes you uncomfortable, you can walk away right now,” he said, gesturing toward the door. “No hard feelings.”
I knew I should leave. This was crossing lines I hadn’t even considered when Emma set up the profile. But I couldn’t make myself stand up. Maybe it was his devastatingly handsome face, or the way his voice seemed to caress my skin, or simply the promise of financial salvation. Whatever the reason, I stayed seated.
“Im still listening.” I said softly.
“Good. Beyond our private meetings, I’d require your company for public appearances three or four times monthly. Charity galas, business dinners, networking events. You’d need appropriate attire, which I would provide.”
“I have decent taste in clothes,” I said defensively.
His eyes traveled down my body in a slow, deliberate assessment that made me feel self–conscious and desired. “I’m sure you do. But I prefer certain aesthetics for different occasions. For public, conservative elegance. For private… His voice lowered again. For private, I have very specific tastes.”
I swallowed hard. “Such as?”
*Lingerie in particular colors. Black, red, and occasionally white. Stockings, always with garters. Heels of specific heights. Sometimes nothing at all. His eyes darkened. “I enjoy unwrapping my gifts slowly.”
The room suddenly felt too warm, I reached for my empty glass before remembering I’d finished my drink,
“There would also be occasional weekend trips,” he continued. “Sometimes international Nou would accompany me, share my suite, and attend functions as needed.”
The mention of international travel made this surreal situation even more dreamlike. I’d never even been out of the country.
“During our arrangement, you would address me as Mr. Salvatore in public,” he said. “In private, you would call me Daddy.”
I nearly choked. ‘Excuse me?“.
A hint of amusement touched his lips. “It’s standard in these arrangements.
“A little,” I admitted.
s that make you uncomfortable?”
“Good.” His smile was predatory. “I enjoy pushing boundaries. Not breaking them, but testing their elasticity.”
I hook a deep breath. “And the payment? How would that work?”
“Direct deposit monthly. The first payment would be made immediately upon agreement. As discussed, twenty thousand for the first month, then ten thousand monthly thereafter.
My heart raced. Twenty thousand dollars would solve my immediate Vincent problem and give me breathing room.
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“You mentioned needing extra cash for a personal matter, Leonardo said, studying me intently. “May I ask what that entails?”
“Just some unexpected expenses,” I said vaguely. “Student loans, rent deposit, that sort of thing.”
He didn’t look convinced but didn’t press further. “Very well. Do you have any questions before we proceed?”
A hundred questions raced through my mind, but one pushed to the forefront. “What happens if
of us wants to end the arrangement?”
“Two weeks‘ notice from either party, with a final payment prorated based on days served,” he answered promptly. I’m not interested in keeping anyone against their will. This works only if we both find it satisfactory.”
His businesslike approach was oddly comforting. This was a transaction, not a relationship. Clear terms, clear expectations.
“Any other rules I should know about?” I asked.
“Exclusivity. While we’re in this arrangement, you don’t see other men. I don’t share. His voice hardened slightly. “I get tested monthly and expect the same from you. I use protection initially, and I prefer the security of knowing my partner is clean and faithful.”
“And you? Will you be exclusive as well?”
Leonardo’s expression remained neutral. “Yes, I maintain only one arrangement at a time. It’s simpler that way,”
I nodded, trying to process everything. This was happening so fast, but the thought of twenty thousand dollars hitting my account was overwhelmingly tempting.
“So,” he said, leaning back slightly. “Are you interested in proceeding, Hannah?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes. I’d like to try this arrangement.”
His smile was slow and satisfied, like a predator who’d successfully comered his prey. “Excellent. Il need your banking details.”
I pulled out my phone and opened my banking app, showing him the account information. He entered it into his own phone, his fingers moving quickly across the screen.
“There,” he said after a moment. Twenty thousand dollars, transferred. It should appear in your account within the hour.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Leonardo replied. “You haven’t begun to earn it.”
A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the temperature. What had I just agreed to?
“When do we start?” I asked.
“Now, if you’re available. I have a suite upstairs. Might as well see my investment up close.” His eyes traveled down my body with deliberate slowness. “I need to verify the quality of what I’ve purchased.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Right now?”
“Unless you have other pressing engagements? His eyebrow arched. “I’ll need medical tests by tomorrow, of course. I’m a businessman, Hannah. I don’t make investments without due diligence.” He leaned closer, his cologne wrapping around me like an expensive caress, “But there’s plenty we can do tonight while we w
walt for those formalities.”
The way he said “plenty made my skin prickle with heat. Twenty thousand dollars had just landed in my account. He owned me for the next month, at minimum.
“should… I need to use the restroom first,” I stammered, suddenly needing space to breathe.
“Of course. Take your time.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a keycard. “Suite 3201. Top floor. The elevator requires this for access.” He slid it across the table. Don’t keep me waiting too long. I’m not a patient man.”
I took the card with trembling fingers. “I won’t. Just live minutes.”
“Five minutes,” he echoed, his voice a silky promise of what awaited me. “Ill be getting
getting comfortable.”
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I stood up, nearly knocking over my chair in my haste. The restroom seemed miles away as I navigated through tables of oblivious patrons. Once inside, I locked myself in a stall and leaned against the door, heart hammering
What the hell was I doing? Id just agreed to become a high–priced escort for a man who exuded danger from every pore. A man who made my body respond in ways that terrified and thrilled me.
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