Billionaire's Escort

“She's easy ass, I bet. A girl like that probably hasn't had it in a while. And she's drunk all the time, so you should have an easy score, man. Nice job.”

I laughed along with him, more so because it couldn't be further from the truth. Easy ass? No way, it's the hardest ass I have had to chase in a long time.

“Where are you guys going out?”

“I’m going to her place to help with her art project.”

Kyle just shrugged, and I decided to leave it at that. If things went my way, then Kyle would eventually meet her himself, and see exactly what I was talking about. I wouldn't turn down sex at all, but it wasn't my main goal for the evening. I was just happy I finally got the girl to want to spend some time with me, even if it was for a school project. At least it was a step in the right direction.

Chapter Seven

Natalie

I sat at our small dining room table, swirling the last remaining wine still in my glass. I was thinking at that particular moment that maybe I had made a mistake in letting Jet into my life. Sure, I was desperate to get a good grade on my project, but couldn't I have asked anyone to model for me, male or female? Why did it have to be Jet?

I couldn't let this guy get close to me.

Thankfully, Julie decided to make herself scarce before Jet arrived. There was no need for unnecessary giggling and awkwardness. Julie didn't believe me for a minute when I insisted that my meeting with Jet wasn't a date. I had no intention of being part of a romance with Jet. To me the idea was preposterous. The guy was certainly handsome, but his reputation was appalling, and I didn't want to end up being another notch on his belt. Not only was he not my type, but I was still living with the scars of my last relationship, scars that I imagined would be there for quite some time. Jet was hardly the kind of guy to heal old wounds. No, Jet was the kind of guy to make new wounds. I definitely had no intention of being a victim to another wound. I would have to be crazy to put myself in another situation like that. I couldn’t stop those thoughts from running through my head over and over.

I poured another glass of wine despite my better judgement. I could not deny the fact that I was terribly nervous about Jet's arrival. Being alone with him in my apartment made my body shake. I wasn't afraid that he would seduce me; the likelihood of that happening was laughable, at best.

I checked my appearance in the bathroom one last time before I settled back down on the couch. I sipped at my wine, swirling it in my mouth as I considered how I wanted to handle my project. How exactly was I going to draw Jet in order to show a changing subject? It was an interesting idea using a human to show change, but I wanted to do it in a way that was not only creative, but would spark interest in the minds of the viewer. Suddenly, an idea came to me that brought a smile to my face. I knew just what I was going to do with Jet to have the best project my professor has seen all year. I would get an A+ for sure. I was still smiling when there was a knock at my door.

I stood up, my nerves jangling in my bones. I put my wine glass down and headed to the door, swinging it open, and there stood Jet in all his glory.

“Hi Natalie, you look fantastic.”

“Thank you. How are you?”

“Better now.”

I laughed. “Cut the crap, Jet, you don't need to impress me, it's just a school project.

“I like impressing you.”

I rolled my eyes and asked, “So what did you end up doing with my drawing?”

He walked past me into the apartment and took a look around. “Well, first I showed it to my roommate, and then I hung it up in our living room. It's the best-looking thing in the whole apartment.”

“Oh, you have a roommate?” I watched him as he walked around my apartment, seemingly taking it all in. He started walking down the hallway toward the bedrooms when I stopped him.

“Not so fast, Jet. There's no way you are checking out my bedroom. The living room is as far as you get here.”

He laughed as he came back down the hall, and sat himself down on the couch. “Can't blame a guy for trying. But to answer your question, yes, I do have a roommate, one of my teammates. He's an all right guy.” Teammates? He noticed my wine glass before I could question him about it and he said, “Oh, we're having wine? I'd love a glass.”

“No, I'm having wine. You are only here to work, remember?”

“Oh, lighten up. God only knows what you plan on doing to me. Let me relax a little bit.”

I smiled, and the nervousness seemed to dissipate a little bit.

“Okay, but don't think you're getting drunk here.”

“Oh, I wouldn't hear of it; you would probably take advantage of me anyway.”

I laughed out loud as I walked to the kitchen and grabbed another wine glass. I poured him a glass, and opened up another bottle to top off my own. I was going to need it. “You certainly have my number, don't you?”

He smiled that handsome smile of his, and I actually enjoyed the sight of it, though it was probably only the wine talking. I sat across from Jet and handed him his glass.