The Gigolo (13 page)

He tried put
ting Kara out of his mind. He tried telling himself that she was just another client, but he’d never taken a client out in his father’s beloved Astin Martin, before, nor made love to one in the middle of a wheat field, and he was damned sure that none of his clients had ever looked quite as sexy as Kara had when he dropped her off at her house with bits of straw still hanging from her tousled hair.

He had to at least talk to her. If she wanted nothing
more to do with him after that then he’d walk away but he had a niggling feeling that something was wrong and that he might just be partly to blame. If it hadn’t been her idea to film the sex he needed to find out who would do such a despicable thing and put it right with her, but how the hell did he broach that subject?

William
rang her office. The secretary answered.

‘Could I speak to Miss Kavanagh, please?’

‘I’m sorry, sir, she’s not in her office at the moment. Can I take a message?’

William declined, hung up and called her home instead. No one answered. Maybe she was in transit between the two,
but he wasn’t going to risk ringing her mobile again.

William thought about the envelope full of money that Jack Finnegan had shoved in his hand. He’d counted it.
It contained ten thousand pounds! No one gave away that amount of money lightly – especially not someone like Jack Finnegan and William didn’t feel happy about keeping it, anymore. It felt dirty. It felt like blood money. He was going to give it back.

William finished his coffee and got up from the table. He had an appointment with a planning officer that he couldn’t afford to miss
but his head wasn’t really in the right place for tricky council workers at the moment.

He took hi
s van and drove out to the site. The odious man was already there when William arrived, poking around in things that didn’t concern him and asking questions of his workers. William clenched his fists

‘Just check the work you’re here for and get off my site,’ he snapped. His foreman looked at him strangely
and stepped in between the two men.

‘Do you want me to deal with this?’ he said.

William nodded and walked away. Why the hell was he so irritable?

The day seemed interminable
but his thoughts never wandered far from Kara.

He had an afternoon appointment
with a woman that he wished he could cancel but the client would already be waiting for him so he drove out of town to the cheap motel she had chosen and found her standing in the car park.

She was
wearing clothes that a back street hooker could very well have thrown out, although the expensive highlights in her sun kissed hair were more difficult to disguise.

S
he pulled him into the same grubby little room she always pre-booked. And reeled off the list of services she offered and their price. William opted for straight sex and shoved a twenty pound note down her low cut top and pushed her down onto the bed that smelt vaguely mouldy. He ripped off her fishnet tights and panties but didn’t bother removing any more of her clothes. She liked it quick and rough and impersonal and that suited him just fine. He caught hold of her ankles and spun her onto her front so that he wouldn’t have to look at her face in the throes of orgasm. His heart wasn’t in this game anymore.

The woman grunted and squealed and wriggled on his dick but it seemed to take her ages to come. William was struggling, so in the interest of servicing her as she had requested he slapped her
ass a couple of times. That sent her over the edge and he finally felt her vaginal muscles milking his cock.

Willia
m washed up in the dirty little bathroom without speaking to the woman. He didn’t even know her name, even though he’d been doing this once a week for over a year, now. That was the way she liked to do business, who was he to judge.

When he was finished in the bathroom he
walked over to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed and took back his money.

‘Sorry love,
you weren’t worth it.’ God alone knew why she liked it that way. It wasn’t his job to ask. He just knew that when he got home his fee would have been transferred from an anonymous bank account into his own and that he would be able to make his mortgage repayments at the end of the month.

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

‘Jack, I need to get back to the office.’ Kara tried to sound authoritative and confident, neither of which she actually felt but he was beginning to scare her.

‘No,’ he snapped. ‘I expected you to be more grateful. How dare you turn me down after everything I’ve done for you?’
He started to pace the floor like a caged tiger as he chewed on his unlit cigar

‘I got my job on merit
– not because I was an easy lay,’ Kara hit back.

‘You got your job because I wanted you to have it, Kara. Face the truth, you owe me and now it’s time to pay up.’

‘That’s not true.’ He was trying to rattle her and knock her confidence. She’d seen him work before but had never found herself in the firing line of his vicious tongue before. He was an imposing man. Kara found it difficult to stand up to him.

‘I won’t be blackmailed into your bed, Jack.’ Kara
repeated. She was trying to remain calm and friendly but firm and she was pretending that his words weren’t denting her armour, but they were. She felt in her pocket for her mobile. If things got really bad she could speed dial someone – or maybe even call the police – but it was missing and when she tried to remember when she last had it she couldn’t. She thought back in her head for want of something sane and normal to occupy her mind whilst Jack Finnegan paced the room. It had been last night when she was drunk and Jack had rung her, but she couldn’t remember what she’d done with it after that. She’d ring her number when she got back to her office.

‘Jack, please.
This isn’t doing either of us any good.’

He stopped pacing and stared at her.

‘Maybe you’d be more willing to take my cock if I tied you up.’

Kara’s heart stopped beating for a moment and when it started again it thudded so h
ard in her chest that it hurt.

‘No
.’ Her voice came out small and shaky and she couldn’t quite catch her breath. She felt as if she was on the verge of a panic attack and fought to control her breathing.

‘Why not?
You did it for that man whore and you even seemed to be enjoying it.

Kara felt her cheeks colour up as she recalled the scene but she quickly wiped it away. Every time she thought about William she got angry and cried and she didn’t want to cry in front of Jack, again.

‘Maybe you like it rough.’ Jack ripped the cord from his robe and closed in on her.

Kara turned
towards the lift and hit the button but nothing happened.

‘It’s locked,’ Jack
said but Kara kept on hitting in and willing the light above the door to shift from the ground floor and start moving upwards. She longed to hear the clunk and whir of machinery travel up through the lift shaft, signalling its rescue mission but it remained silent and the doors stayed tightly closed.

Kara backed into the corner.

‘Stop it, Jack. This is ridiculous. What would Laura say?’ She hoped that bringing his wife into the conversation might prick his conscience.

‘Laura wouldn’t believe you.’

‘I think she would and I think she’d be heartbroken that you would do such a thing.’

‘No, Laura wouldn’t believe you because she thinks I’m impotent,’ he laughed
like a little boy who had just revealed a special secret.

Kara
stared at him. He was joking. Her eyes lowered to his crotch, where his hard cock was jutting out through his open robe. It clearly wasn’t true but Kara didn’t want to draw attention to the one thing she’d been trying her best to ignore.

‘
That’s a sick joke, Jack.’

He s
topped and ran his fingers through his thinning hair and for a moment Kara saw the Jack she knew.

‘You may think me strange but I like new things – things that haven’t been touched
or spoiled by others – new cars without the dings and dirty seat covers. New houses with carpets that have yet to be trodden on and cupboards that still smell as if they’ve just come off the saw, and…a virgin wife untouched by some spotty chinned teenager fumbling between her legs and pushing his dirty finger inside her.’

‘I don’t believe you.’ Kara laughed nervously
but Jack just kept on talking.

‘I
’ve bought almost everything that money can buy and at first it felt good to own a Scottish castle, a super yacht in Monaco, an island in the Caribbean, but the thrill was short lived. Like a drug addict you’re always looking for a bigger better high, and then I met Laura and I realised that she had something that no amount of money could buy…and it could be mine.’

‘You tricked Laura into thinking you’re impotent just so that you could own a virgin?’
Kara was revolted by his admission.

‘It wasn’t a trick. I told her before we married and she still chose to go through with it. She loves me. Is that so difficult to understand?’

‘But you don’t love her. How could you? Why would you purposely choose to abstain from sex with a person you love?’

‘You’re wrong, Kara. I do love her. I love her the way she is – young and beautiful and untouched.’

‘You’re crazy!’ Kara snorted. ‘Or have you also done a deal with the devil and bought her eternal youth?’

Jack didn’t answer.

‘You plan to trade her in for a younger, newer model, don’t you?’

‘It’
s an option. Why do you find that so distasteful? You’ve been through more than one man in the time you’ve worked for me. You even bedded the husband of another woman. Do you think that’s any less immoral than anything I’ve done?’

‘I didn’t know he was married.’
Kara didn’t see why she should have to defend her honour to him but she did it all the same.

‘I thought you were new when I hired you. I was looking forward to taking your virginity but you disappointed me, Kara.’

‘So why’s it ok to take my virginity but not your wife’s?’

‘Because you don’t belong to me.’

‘I’m a disposable commodity, you mean.’

‘Don’t be so over dramatic
. You should be honoured that I still want you even though I’m not partial to sloppy seconds – it’s why I didn’t want the man whore sticking his cock in you.’

‘
You arranged that?’

‘Don’t look so shocked. You enjoyed it.’

‘That’s not the point. You can’t play with people’s lives like that.’ Kara was beginning to think that Jack was mad and mad men were unpredictable.

Jack
seemed to sense that she was about to try and flea. He reached out and grabbed her hands, forcing her back against the wall with his body and wrapping the cord around her wrists. Kara struggled and kicked out at him but his sheer bulk took her breath away.

‘Please don’t do this, Jack.’ Kara was close to tears
but she didn’t want to cry. She got the feeling that he’d just taunt her for being a weak girl if she did.

Jack
looked around for somewhere to tie the other end of the cord. His gaze rested on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling and he pulled her arms above her head to fix the end of the cord around the ornate piece of furniture. The glass droplets tinkled furiously as he tied a knot.

‘Would it be so awful to have sex with me? Am I that grotesque?’ Jack circled her as he questioned her. Occasionally she’d feel his finger touching her and squirm away from it.

‘It would be rape!’ she spat back.

‘I’m not going to force myself on you.
I don’t want that. You’re going to ask for it.’

He was trying to recreate the scenario from William’s tape.

‘Never!’ Kara was stubborn as an ox. Her father had always said she’d cut her nose off to spite her face and she’d found the analogy amusing as a child. Now she thought she might be forced to chew off her own arm.

‘If you’re holding out on me because of your man whore, I wouldn’t bother wasting your time. He doesn’t want you. He took money off me to stay away from you. He’s nothing but a cheap whore.’

Kara’s vision was blurred by her tears. She swallowed hard and blinked them away.

Just as Jack reached out to undo her jacket his
phone rang in his pocket. He answered it and walked out on the balcony to speak. Kara watched him gesticulating with his free hand as if he was threatening someone.

Kara struggled against her restraints whilst h
is back was turned but she only succeeded in making the knots tighter.

When he walked back into the room Jack looked annoyed and distracted.

‘I’m going out,’ he snapped and disappeared into his bedroom.