Beautiful Entourage (6 page)

The beautiful creature had manners too?
“Well. You?”

“Great,” he said. “Thank you.”

“I apologize if I seem nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.” I could only imagine the look on my face. I probably looked like a love-struck teenager at a New Direction concert.

“I understand,” he said. “A lot of my clients are uncomfortable in the beginning. It’s normal.”

I nodded.

“Can I get you some coffee?”

“Sure. Thank you.”

“What would you like?”

“Earl grey tea is fine.”

“Coming right up.” He rapped his knuckles on the table quietly then walked away.

Don’t look at his ass. Don’t look at his ass. Don’t look at his ass.

Harper’s voice came into my head. “You better look!”

“No!” I mentally screamed to shut her up.

“Do it,” she yelled.

I turned my gaze and snuck a peek.
Damn, it was nice.
I quickly turned away again when I realized how hypocritical my behavior was. I hated it when men stared at my ass. Here I was doing it to someone else. But I admit, I was more understanding of men’s behavior after seeing Rhett.

He returned with the drinks. “Not a fan of coffee?”

“I am but I already had plenty today.”

“Caffeine addict?” he asked. “I’m the same way.”

“It’s a sickness, really.”

“The world runs on coffee,” he said. “Without it, the sun would probably burn out.”

“Literally.” I took a sip then returned it to the table.

“Aspen is a beautiful name.”  Rhett said it randomly, like it was on his mind the entire time but he didn’t know when to say it.

“Thank you.”

He took a drink of his coffee then set it down. “Danielle told me about you but I’d like to hear a few things from you.”

“Sure.”

“So, your father won’t give you his company until you get a boyfriend?”

“Yes,” I answered.

His eyes shifted away, like he was deep in thought. His eyes were always stunning, hypnotizing, but like a mood ring, they changed depending on his emotional state. Now they were darker as he remained quiet. Then he turned his gaze back to me. “With all due respect, that’s hard to believe. What does your relationship status have to do with taking over an energy company?”

I really didn’t want to mention John. That catastrophe followed me everywhere I went and I just wanted to forget about it. The fewer people who knew, the less often I would be reminded of it. If I told Rhett, he would pity me or think less of me, just like everyone else. I didn’t need charity, even if it was in the form of wordless thoughts. “I haven’t been consistent about dating and my father wants me to be more invested in my marital future. He wants to make sure I choose someone that will represent his image well. A single woman running a company doesn’t always get public approval. He insists a woman with a husband and family is better.” I made all that up on the spot and hoped he would believe it. If he really was interested in me, all he had to do was Google me or my father and he’d get all the dirt. But judging the fact he asked that question, he had no idea of my public disgrace.

“I see,” he said. “Does that mean you intend to keep a long relationship with me? Having me act as your husband?”

“No,” I said immediately. “I just want him to see that I have good taste in men. We don’t need to take it that far.”

He nodded. “Okay.” He sipped his coffee again, and while he drank, his eyes were focused on me. I wondered what he was thinking, what he thought of me, but I didn’t ask. “Danielle told you the rules of this arrangement?”

“She did,” I said with a nod. “I’m sorry you have to establish rules at all. It’s unfortunate you have to protect your dignity in such a strict way. You deserve more respect than that.”

He examined me with crystal blue eyes like an x-ray machine. It seemed like he could see inside me, see my thoughts as well as my soul. His body suddenly became rigid, but after a moment passed, he relaxed again. “I appreciate your words.”

I nodded.

“You and I will get along well,” he said. “I can tell.”

“I hope so.”

“So.” He ran his fingers through his hair in a sexy way, although I’m sure it wasn’t intentional. He was just naturally suave and cool, and every little thing he did was attractive. It was hard to believe I was sitting across from a man so beautiful. “Tell me about your job.”

I explained my position and my plan to invest in clean energy despite my dad’s objections. “He may not agree with me, but the utilization of fossil fuels needs to end. A lot of companies make high profits off it, but is sacrificing the earth really worth it?”

He leaned over the table and rested his elbows on the surface. “You sound like a hippie.”

“I am a hippie,” I said proudly.

A slow smile stretched his face then disappeared. His eyes brightened during the action, making him sexy and adorable at the same time. How did someone pull that off? “I meant it in a complimentary way. Not enough people care about big issues like that. We toss our refuse in the landfill and never think twice about it. We throw our cigarettes anywhere and just assume they’ll disappear. There are a lot of problems in the world that deserve a conversation.”

We’d only been talking for a few minutes but it was clear Rhett was highly intelligent, logical, and of course, charismatic. Like a politician, he attracted your admiration and made you feel loyal to him even though you hardly knew him. He was trustworthy, easy to believe in. He spoke eloquently, choosing the right words at the right time. And he listened, making him a good conversationalist. Most of the time, people weren’t listening. They were just waiting for their chance to speak again.

“I admire you for your passion,” he said. “I wish there were more people like you.”

His words made me feel warm. Heat blazed through my extremities and made me feel slightly weak. I didn’t know him well, but I already felt my stomach tighten in excitement just from being near him. No wonder why women wanted more than he was willing to give. Now I didn’t blame them. “I care about the future and the generations that will be here after my time ends. I think that’s something we should all care about, the continuation of our race.”

He nodded in agreement. “I’ll definitely work hard to get your father’s approval. I have to get you in the seat of power.”

It was a very sweet thing to say and I doubt he even realized it. “I appreciate it.”

“Can I ask you something?” He sipped his coffee then set it down.

“Sure.” What did he want to know?

“Why have you decided to use an escort service? I apologize in advance if this offends you, but you’re a beautiful woman and I doubt you have trouble finding men to spend time with.”

Beautiful woman? Me? I never thought I was ugly, but I didn’t think this ridiculously handsome man had the same standards I did. Compared to the women he must sleep with, I had to be a troll. Perhaps he was just flattering me to make me feel more comfortable around him. He was a salesman, in a complicated way, and it was his job to sell himself, to me and everyone else. “I didn’t want to use someone for my gain. I would feel terrible if I dated someone just for appearances. It wouldn’t be fair to him. This way, no one gets hurt.”

“But you must date often, right? If you really liked the guy, I doubt he would mind being your poster boy.”

“Well…I don’t date much.” I wasn’t sure why I was telling him that. He was just so hypnotic. It was easy to spill secrets and insecurities. We were practically strangers but I already felt like he was a friend.

“Any reason why?” he asked.

I pulled out the tea bag from my cup and set it on the napkin. “It’s just not for me.”

Rhett seemed to understand this was a topic not up for discussion because he didn’t ask any more questions. “What are your father’s hobbies?”

“Cars, golfing, and beautiful women. Oh, and of course, money.” I said everything quickly, knowing the answer to that question like the back of my hand.

“Women?” he asked. “Are your parents divorced?”

“My mom passed away years ago.”

His eyes fell in sadness. Perhaps he was pretending to care because it was his job but he seemed sincere. “I’m very sorry to hear that.” He didn’t ask how she passed away and I was relieved. I didn’t like talking about it.

“My dad will never remarry but he still enjoys female company. He loves to take them on luxurious vacations and out to dinner in his fancy car. They’re usually half his age and more interested in his money than his personality, but I don’t think he cares. He likes the attention. Or perhaps he’s just senile.”

He felt the rim of his cup with his thumb. “You don’t strike me as a spoiled rich girl.”

“Because I’m not,” I said immediately. “My dad didn’t give me much. I earn my salary and have always worked for everything I’ve achieved. He didn’t ever just hand me money or gifts. I was taught to work hard. That’s the one thing I do appreciate about my dad. However, he’ll make me work for everything I have but he’ll pay for some chick’s boob job. It doesn’t make much sense to me.” I stared into my tea, seeing the dregs at the bottom. “But, in the end, I’m glad it worked out the way it did. I wouldn’t take his money even if he offered it.”

Rhett watched me with his full attention. He hung on every word, making me feel like we were friends who’d known each other for years.

I realized I was babbling and droning on about my daddy issues. “I’m sorry. I said too much and made you uncomfortable.”

“No, not at all,” he said. “This is the stuff I like to know. It will make it easier for me to help you. I’m sure you assume an escort service is just men taking women out on fake dates, but it’s actually a lot more than that. We help people get through their issues, the real reason why they need us at all.”

“Yeah?” I asked. I didn’t challenge him. I just wanted him to elaborate.

“Yeah,” he said. “I have a client I’ve been working with for years. He’s a sixty-two-year-old man.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“I play chess with him a few times a month in the park. That’s all we do. Play chess. He talks about his kids, whom he never sees, and I try to persuade him to reach out to them. He tells me other things too. Overall, he just wants me as a friend. He pays for my company, but in reality, I would do it for free.”

“Then why don’t you tell him that?”

He gave me a playful look. “I need eggs, butter, milk, and cheese.”

“Dairy products?”

He chuckled. It was a beautiful sound. It was hearty and full of joy. His chest rumbled as he did it, and his lips broke out in a smile that made the sun darken in comparison. “I meant food in general, which includes dairy products.”

Seeing him laugh made me smile. It was infectious. “It’s nice your escort services apply to more than fake romances.”

“We’re a friend service more than anything else. It’s just unfortunate the friendships can’t continue when the service ends.”

I didn’t ask him why they ended. “Do you enjoy what you do?”

“Very much. Some people look down on me because they assume I’m a glorified prostitute, but I’m not. I stopped trying to change people’s opinions a long time ago. They can think what they want. People will judge me no matter what I do. I may as well do what I want.”

“Words to live by,” I noted. “How long have you been doing this?”

“A few years,” he answered.

“How did it come about? It’s such an unusual profession.”

“I started when I was in college. A friend needed a date to a wedding, and after that, her friend asked me to do something similar. It snowballed from there and I started charging them for it. Then I got my friends together and we decided to make it into a company. It’s been very successful.”

I assumed he went to college. He seemed educated and knowledgeable. “Where did you go to school?” I asked, being curious about this unnaturally attractive man.

“New York.”

“What did you study?” I knew I should let him ask the questions but I found him so interesting I couldn’t stop.

“Business,” he answered. “I worked in an office for a credit card corporation for a while. But, I was very unhappy there. It was mindless, and I did the same tasks over and over. I was restricted to my cubicle and it was far too quiet.”

“Then why did you work there to begin with?”

He rubbed the back of his neck while he pondered my question. The curiosity was harmless, but it must mean something to him. “I’d rather not say. But, I quit when I couldn’t handle it anymore and continued the escort business. In the end, it makes me happy. I enjoy it.”

“Does it affect your personal relationships?”

He seemed uncomfortable again. He pressed his lips together like he was debating whether to answer or not.

“I apologize,” I said. “It’s none of my business.”

After a long pause, he spoke. “It’s difficult. A lot of women don’t like the fact I take other women out and hold their hands and pretend to be their boyfriend. It’s understandable. However, I wish they realized how professional it was.” He shrugged.