And then Liza turned and walked away, leaving that scorched place behind.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Freya Gagnon raised her hand, rapping twice on the hotel suite door. She shifted on her feet, wiping a finger under her lip to make sure her gloss was perfectly in place. The escort company she worked for had made it clear this client had paid well for her company, and she was to make sure all his needs were met.
As she stood there waiting, she felt . . . watched. She shifted again, clutching the small purse she’d brought in both hands. Her eyes moved to the tiny peephole in the door and she got this feeling that the man who’d hired her was standing there now, studying her, maybe deciding whether she was up to par.
The chain inside fell with a small clink, and then the door began to open. Freya let out a breath of relief. She’d obviously been judged worthy. She pulled her shoulders back, adjusting her face into a wide smile.
A man stood there, older, but . . . wow. Her mouth almost fell open. This man did not represent her usual clientele. Her usual clientele had a soft middle and a receding hairline.
“Come in.” He smiled, sending a small jolt to her belly, standing back to let her enter. Freya did, giving him a coy smile as she passed, tossing her purse on the foyer table and stepping into the large open area, a stunning view of Toronto laid out before her.
She turned, laughing when she found that he was much closer than she’d thought he’d be. She held out her hand. “Freya.”
He smiled that dazzling smile again. “John.”
John. Unlikely.
“What brings you to Canada, John?”
“I’ve always wanted to see Niagara Falls.”
“It’s amazing. You’ll love it,” she said, smiling.
“So I hear.”
She glanced down at his hand for the telltale tan line on his ring finger and was surprised not to find one. When she met his eyes again, he was looking at her knowingly. “I don’t like cheaters, Freya.”
Okay. She gave him an uncomfortable smile and walked deeper into the room, turning toward him again and leaning back against the desk. She decided to cut straight to the chase. “What’s on your palate tonight, John?”
He walked to where she was standing, keeping eye contact as he leaned toward her. Her breath came short, nipples hardening as he brushed his body against hers, opening the drawer next to where she stood and removing something. He leaned back and her eyes went to the object dangling from his index finger. Handcuffs.
Ah.
One of those.
“Am I the one being handcuffed, or am I the one doing the handcuffing?” she purred.
“Oh, I’m definitely the one doing the handcuffing,” he said, moving a finger over her cheek, reaching down and cupping her between her legs. Wow, okay, this guy didn’t waste any time.
Freya moaned, leaning her head back and giving him access to her neck. He leaned in, licking up her throat, taking her wrist in his hand and sliding the cold metal handcuff around it, clicking it into place.
“Ow,” she whispered. He leaned back, his eyes dark as he smiled at her. A strange tremble moved up her spine.
“Ready for some fun?” he asked, his voice velvety. Smooth. Hypnotic.
Freya shivered as she nodded slowly. “Yes.”
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Freya slipped out of bed, glancing back at John, his shirt still on and a small piece of sheet covering his groin. It was too bad he’d never gotten fully undressed. She could see his body was honed under the thin material of his T-shirt. His arms were bent back over his head, the handcuffs looped around his wrists and attached to the heavy, ornate wooden bed.
She’d woken first and taken the opportunity to use his toy on him while he continued to sleep. Apparently she’d done a good job wearing him out the night before. He hadn’t even stirred.
Freya allowed herself a moment to admire him. In his sleep he looked almost boyish. Sweet. Not the aloof man with the closed-off eyes she’d spent the night with. She wondered who he was and why he’d ordered her, when he could have brought home any number of women for free. Then again, men liked no-string nights like the one she’d provided him, and lucky for her they did, because she made a damn good living doing just that.
Freya used the bathroom, smiling to see that John was still in the same position he’d been in when she’d left the bed,