The Billionaire's Call Girl: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (5 page)

Some of them were nice and were truly out for just a date, not expecting sex, although most of them wouldn't have turned her down if she had wanted it, but they didn't make overt passes at her. Some of the men did expect it and some of them tried for it, although they all stopped when she said no. She never found herself in a position to have to use her card for an emergency escape. She rated the men and they rated her at the agency. If they wanted to continue to use the agency, they could not force their desires on her and they knew it. It was a saving grace for her.

By the second week, her mother had become worried and suspicious because she was out almost constantly and had been coming home late. Felicia was worried that her mother might actually start waiting up for her in the living room, so she circumvented the subject one morning when she was sitting at breakfast with her parents.

"I've got some great news, mom and dad," she said with a bright smile, hoping it looked cheerful. She was tired from all the late nights and early mornings.

Her mother looked at her anxiously. "I've been wondering when we would find out what's really going on in your life. What's your news, baby?" she asked seriously.

"Well, I got a job working for a lady who owns an agency in town. She's paying me really well so I'll be able to help you and dad with some of the bills."

She saw her parents exchange dark looks and her father coughed as her mother turned her head. "What kind of job is it?" her mother asked.

She had known that her mother was going to ask. "I'm her personal assistant. I help her with all of her clients and take care of her business for her. Sometimes I am lucky and I get to go to parties with her or events. She's kind of spoiled me with some new outfits so that I fit in when I'm helping her. She's very nice. She's taking really good care of me."

It was mostly true, at least, in a certain light. She didn't want her parents to worry about where she was and whom she was with or what time she got home at night. She didn't want them to wonder incredulously at the large amounts of money she was going to give them. She had given it much thought and felt sure that this was the way to go. It seemed like something they would be alright with her doing.

Her father nodded. "That's great, baby. You're getting experience in the business world and making contacts. That's wonderful. That'll help you so much when you graduate."  He smiled at her and patted her shoulder, leaning down to kiss the top of her head as he passed by her.

Her mother nodded. "What kind of business does she do?"

Felicia had expected that question as well. Her mother never let anything go until she fully understood it.

She looked away from her mother, focusing on her juice and buttering a warm biscuit. "It's an agency, a customer service agency." Again, a very loose truth. They were very much about customer service.

"Well," Felicia said, wrapping the biscuit in a paper towel and cutting her mother off before she could ask any more questions. "I've got to run. I can't be late for school."

Just then her younger brother walked into the kitchen with her best friend.

"Look who I found at the door!" he said with a grin. He had a little crush on Mary. Mary smiled at him and hugged Felicia.

"Did you eat?" Maryanne asked Mary. Mary was about to speak when Maryanne handed her a plate of food. "Here, eat something. You have to go to school with a full stomach or you'll never learn anything."

Felicia's little brother grabbed her a cup of juice and, in his excitement to hand it to her, he spilled it over most of her shirt. The boy was distressed, apologized profusely and then vanished from the room.

"Oh,no! What am I going to do?" Mary asked worriedly. "Can I borrow one of your shirts, please?" she asked, looking at Felicia.

"Oh, of course! Just run up and grab one, but hurry, we don't want to miss the train!" she said with an anxious smile.

Mary rushed up the stairs and minutes later, she came back down with one of Felicia's shirts on and they hurried out the door to the train station, barely making it on time.

They ran into the train car and collapsed in giggles on the seat.

"Wow! We just barely made it!" Felicia said, trying to catch her breath.

"Yeah, we did!" Mary answered, leaning back and sighing heavily. She caught her breath and then turned to look at Felicia.

"So are you going to tell me what's going on?" she asked, hooking one of her eyebrows up and looking at her friend with a droll expression.

Felicia's heart skipped a beat. "What? What's going on? What are you talking about?"

Mary turned to face her dead on. "Felicia Bennett, I have been your best friend for several years now, and I know everything in your closet, and I was with you when you bought most of your clothes. I just went into your closet and found myself in Fashion Central. Where the hell did all those fancy clothes come from, and where did you get the money to buy them?"

Felicia shrugged. "I uh... I got a job working for a lady downtown at an agency and she got me a few outfits to wear to some of the functions we go to." She repeated the same story she told her mother. Consistency was good.

"Bull crap." her friend said looking at her with unblinking eyes. "I know you better than that. You aren't working as anyone's personal assistant. Come on. What's going on. Spill it."

Felicia had hoped that she would be able to get away with not sharing her new double life with anyone, but she couldn't get out of not telling Mary. Mary knew everything about her. There were things Mary and she knew about each other that they would take to their graves.

Felicia sighed and slumped back in her seat. "Oh alright, but you can't say anything to anyone about it. Nothing. Got it?" she asked earnestly.

Mary rolled her eyes. "Please. Have you met me? I'm your best friend. I'm not telling anyone anything, and you know it."

It was true. Saying anything to Mary was like locking it up and throwing the key away for eternity. It was one of the things that Felicia liked best about her.

Felicia looked at her and said quietly, "I met this woman the night that we went out to that new club. She came up to me there and asked me to work for her. She runs an escort service. She offered me a really good paying job, and I took it."

Mary could not have been more surprised. Her jaw fell open and she stared at Felicia. "You did what?! You're telling me that you're an escort? Are you a hooker?" she whispered loudly. A few of the people in their immediate area turned and looked sharply at them.

Felicia shook her head and held her hands up, shushing her friend and glaring at her. "No! Shh! No, I'm not a hooker; I'm an escort. I go out with rich men on dates. That's all."

Mary was still staring at her, but she did lower her voice. "You get paid to date rich men?"

Felicia nodded. "Yes."

"Do they make you have sex with them? Are you sleeping with them?" she whispered with wide eyes.

"No. Never!" Felicia said with a shudder.

Mary tilted her head. "Where did all the dresses come from?"

"From the guys. They want me to go to fancy places with them, so most of them have bought me clothes to wear to the places they want to take me to." Felicia simplified it. Simple was best.

Mary was still in shock. "Let me get this straight. You are getting paid a bunch of money to go out on dates with rich men who buy you clothes and you don't have to sleep with them?" she asked in wonder.

Felicia thought a moment and nodded. "That's about it for now, yes."

Mary grinned at her. "That's brilliant! Are they hiring any more girls? I wouldn't say no to that."

Felicia sighed and rolled her eyes. "Actually, it's not all that great. I've been out late almost every night since I started, I'm so tired all the time during the day, and the dates have not been that great. Not at all."

Mary frowned. "Why not? What are they like?"

Felicia began to play with the strap on her bag as she spoke. "Well, most of them are older guys who just don't want to commit to any women, so they are single and trying to play the field, and they're mostly old and gross. They smoke too much and drink too much, they eat way too much and I haven't seen one yet who is in shape. They take me to parties and events and things like that where they can show me off to all the other people that they hang around with, but none of them want to talk to me or get to know me outside of the bedroom.

I'm there to look pretty and shiny on their arms, like another one of their expensive toys. They don't include me in their conversations; I mean, most of the time I feel like a hood ornament. Most of them have gotten pretty pervy with me too; grabbing at me, touching me, kissing me, trying to get me to sleep with them. They are so disgusting. They don't even have any idea how disgusting they are."

Mary was listening with rapt attention.

Felicia continued. "I don't think that anyone tells them no very often. I tell them no when they come after me, when they want to take me to bed, and it's like a huge turn on for them. It's like some sort of screwed up challenge for them all of a sudden, like I'm some game or conquest that they have to achieve to prove their manhood or some stupid thing like that.

Every one of them that I have turned down and said no to, has given me the highest ratings; because the guys rate the girls, and we rate them, too, but all of the ones who I've said no to have given me full marks for my portfolio, and all of them keep asking to go back out with me. They just won't quit. It's unbelievable."

Mary nodded. "Yeah, it is. I can't believe it and I know you're telling me the truth. Are you going to tell your parents?"

Felicia shook her head. "God no, are you kidding? They would freak out. There's no way they would understand what I'm doing, even though I'm doing it for them."

Mary's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? What do you mean, you're doing it for them?"

Not wanting to betray her parents’ secrecy and private business, she just said simply, "They are behind on some bills and need the help. I'm just chipping in." She smiled. "It won't be for too much longer. I think I'm going to quit the agency. I've had just about enough of it. Seriously."

Mary nodded, looking down and thinking about it. "Yeah, it doesn't sound like it's really all that it's cracked up to be." Then she looked up at her best friend and smiled. "You're worth more than that. You're better than that," she said, hugging her friend.

"Thanks, Mary. I love you." Felicia said with a grin.

"I love you, too, Sis." Mary answered back.

Chapter3

Felicia had given it quite a bit of thought and had decided that the agency was not for her. She couldn't stand all the dirty men and their dirty expectations, so she went in to the agency to talk with Ms. Halstead about quitting.

She was shown in right away and Ms. Halstead greeted her warmly with a hug around her shoulders. "Well hello, Felicia! How are you doing today? I'm so glad to see you. Just look at you! You look wonderful. Please, come have a seat." she sat Felicia down at her black lacquer desk. "May I get you some coffee?" she asked.

Felicia shook her head.

Ms. Halstead sat across from her and folded her hands on the desk in front of her, smiling at Felicia. "So what can I do for our most popular girl today?"

Felicia bit her lip for a moment and then looked at Ms. Halstead directly. "I want to leave the agency,” she said firmly.

Ms. Halstead looked shocked. "Oh no! That's terrible news! Whatever for? What is it that has you thinking of leaving us?" she asked, coming around the desk toward Felicia.

Felicia sighed and looked down at her hands, and then looked up at Ms. Halstead who was standing before her with her back leaning against the desk.

"Most of the men I've dated here are awful. They are pigs, Ms. Halstead, and I don't want anything to do with them again. They take me out and expect so much more of me than a date; they are old and disgusting, and I don't care how much money they have, that doesn't mean anything to me. If you had nice guys here, I would stay, but the men I've been seeing are just horrible men, and I don't want to do it anymore." She felt badly about it, but it had to be done.

Ms. Halstead nodded. "Oh dear; disenchanted, are you, then?" she reached her perfectly manicured hand up to Felicia's face and touched her cheek. "I understand. I do."

Then she lowered her hand and smiled at Felicia. "What if I have an alternative for you?"

Felicia looked up at her curiously. "An alternative?"

Ms. Halstead nodded. "Yes, you see, you are one of our most popular girls, and you've done so much just in the short time you've been here that I just couldn't bear to see you leave. I have a special situation that I'm willing to offer you if you stay."

Felicia tilted her head. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her. She was still trying to find a way to help her parents keep the house. "What is it?" she asked.

"Well," Ms. Halstead said, smiling and leaning toward Felicia, "I have a special client who has very special needs. His name is Jake and he is looking for a companion who would be exclusively his, so that would negate your being able to date any men at the agency other than him. Your pay would go up considerably, as exclusivity is quite costly. He reviewed your profile and he is interested in dating you. What do you think? Would you like to give that a try?"

Felicia sighed. Exclusively dating one man. She would probably have more free time, and even though she was already making really good money, a raise would be really nice, but she didn't know if she would be comfortable doing it.

She looked up at Ms. Halstead. "What if we did it on a trial basis? I go out on one date with him and we see how it goes. if I like him and it works out well, I'll accept his offer."

Ms. Halstead nodded her head. "I think that would work quite well. I'll notify him and let you know what he says."

Felicia thanked her and left the office. She wasn't sure it was going to work, especially if he was like any of the men she had already been dating. They were horrible, as she told Ms. Halstead, and she wasn't about to commit herself to one of them exclusively.

She took the train home and was just settling in to do her homework when her phone rang. It was Ms. Halstead.

"He wants to see you tonight for a dinner date, if you're free." she said. Felicia was surprised, as it wasn't normally Ms. Halstead who called her to tell her about the enquiries she had from men at the agency. He must be a special client, indeed.

Felicia looked at her homework. She was ahead with it already and had some leeway, and she didn't have classes the following day, so she thought she would give it a try.

"Alright, I'll go tonight. What am I dressing for?" she asked. She had been on so many dates that her closet was beginning to look like a dress shop and she had a wide selection to choose from.

Ms. Halstead sounded as if she was smiling through the phone. "It will be an introductory dinner at a nice restaurant. You'll want to look nice and attractive without revealing too much right away."

Felicia walked toward her closet. "Okay, I can do that." she said as she began to flip through her dresses.

"He'll send a car for you at six." she said. "Should it come to your home?"

"Yes, that's fine, and I'll be ready then. Thank you." Felicia replied, trying to hide the doubt in her voice.

Ms. Halstead thanked her back and hung up, leaving Felicia to wonder how it would all go. At a quarter to six, Felicia walked down the stairs into the living room and found her mother sitting on the sofa with a book.

"Well, don't you look lovely!" she said with a smile. Felicia had chosen a slim white dress that hugged her curves and had thin spaghetti straps, a soft line that offered a hint of cleavage, it tapered at her waist and then hugged her hips and legs down to just above her knee. Her hair was loose and long, the waves resting over her shoulders.

Felicia smiled and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Well, thank you! I'm going out for the job in just a few minutes. We're having dinner and looking at new contracts."

She hated how good she had gotten at twisting the truth just enough to suit her parents. She wasn't lying, but she wasn't being completely honest with them either, and she hated that fact.

At six sharp, the car pulled up in front of the house and her mother rose up off the sofa and peeked out of the curtain hanging over the window. "My, my! A limousine! She certainly does well for herself, that boss of yours."

Felicia nodded. "She does indeed, mom. I love you; have a good night." she said, hugging her mother tightly and then walking outside.

She slid into the car and was immediately surprised by the elegance of the limo.  It made the other limousines she had been in look half as good. By the look of it, this client was certainly wealthier than her other clients.

The car sped along, headed into the center of downtown, and it came to a stop at one of the ritziest hotels in the entire city. The driver helped her from the car and as soon as she was standing up, a concierge from the hotel was waiting to lead her into the hotel and over to a private elevator.

The pristine silver box sailed upward and upward for what seemed like ages, until it finally stopped and the doors slid open. She stepped forward and found herself in a luxurious and sunny penthouse. It looked like she had walked into a mansion, not a hotel room. Every piece of furniture and bit of decor was richly designed to a level she had never seen before. It stunned her as she looked around at it.

"It's something, isn't it?" she heard a soft deep voice ask. She turned and looked to her side and saw someone standing there that she hadn't expected at all. His face was immediately familiar to her. His soft wavy brown hair and lightly tanned skin set off his green eyes and his wide smile. He had the chiseled cheekbones and jaw line of a model, and the physique of one who is in the gym every single day. He was dressed in a white button down shirt, unbuttoned a few buttons from the neck, offering a peek at his chest, and the sleeves of the shirt were rolled midway up his forearms as if he had been working. He was wearing khaki dress pants and loafer shoes.

A quiet gasp escaped her. "You're..." she whispered softly... "You're Jake Johnson!"

Jake nodded and slid his hands into his pockets. "That's what they keep telling me," he said with a chuckle. He had seen her photo and read her profile, and he liked what he had reviewed then, but to see her walking out of the elevator of his penthouse and standing there before him had stolen his breath away. She was stunning, and he felt like he could just look at her all day. He smiled at her and extended his hand.

"Felicia, it's good to meet you. You are even lovelier in person, and it's my pleasure to have you here tonight. May I get you a drink?" he asked her cordially.

She nodded and followed him to the bar off the beautifully designed library he had come out of to greet her. It was walled with an excellent selection of books and boasted a mahogany desk and a leather chair that she thought she could probably have slept comfortably in.

She watched him as he stood with his back to her, popping and pouring champagne. She had seen his face so many times and she knew his name, but there was something about him that was really bothering her and she knew she was going to have to ask him about it.

Jake was the creator and manufacturer of a massive electronic education system built for children and parents so that little children could learn at home before going to preschool or kindergarten. His products were designed to dovetail continuing education with school curriculum and systems all the way through elementary school. His face was synonymous with early childhood education and development and was featured on every product he made. His face and the face of his lovely wife.

He turned and handed the champagne to her and then lifted his hand to the doorway.

"Shall we go out onto the balcony? It's a lovely afternoon; we should enjoy it." He smiled and led the way and she followed him, her insides twisting in confusion and apprehension.

She walked through the incredible penthouse and they stepped out onto a large balcony that had a small swimming pool, a hot tub, and a lavish patio and bar. There was a table set up near the pool, overlooking the expansive view around the hotel; a view could not be rivaled in the city.

Felicia drew in her breath and walked slowly to the edge of the railing around the balcony, taking it all in and staring in wonder. "Wow... I feel like I'm looking down at the whole wide world!"

He nodded and gave her a little smile. "You are, in a way." He watched her as she stood there, admiring the look of her. She looked strong and soft, lean and curved, and just the kind of woman he was trying to find. He hoped that she would be as good on the inside as she was on the outside. Only a very special woman would be right for him. Only the best, and he found himself hoping that she was the woman.

Jake waited for her beside the table and after a moment of marveling at what she could see, she turned and walked toward him, her stomach a riot of butterflies as she lost herself for a moment in his good looks.

She frowned a little, thinking of his wife, and wondering what in the world someone like him would need with a call girl. He pulled her chair out for her and she sat down, and then he followed suit and sat down across from her.

The table was laid out with the finest china and golden flatware that she had ever seen, and she could see that more champagne was chilling in a bucket off to the side of the table. The luxury that she was surrounded in was completely foreign to her, but the decadence she felt was almost delicious to her in a strange and new way.

He inclined his champagne flute to her and they toasted as he spoke. "To beginnings, and to the best for both of us."

They drank and she tilted her head a little and leaned forward in her chair. She could not, in good conscience, continue her date, knowing that he was looking for something permanent while he was married.

"Jake, thank you so much for having me up here. It's incredible, and I am so glad to be here with you, but I have to talk to you about something before we go any further with this." She felt as if her nerves might just tie her up and never let her go.

"Of course." he said politely to her. "Ask me anything you want. If we were to make a permanent arrangement with each other, there is nothing I would keep from you." He spoke amiably, and she was able to breath a little more, feeling a bit more calm.

"Jake, I know your face; I know who you are, and you're married. I don't think I can commit myself to a married man. I just... I have such a problem with that," she told him with a pang of regret.