Working Out West - Lila Rose Page 0,13
what he had. I cared about who he was on the inside—
Fuck me, please someone come along and shoot me in the head because I sound like a total smitten dickhead from a love story.
Only this love story wouldn’t have a happy ending. I’d have a broken heart, because Adrik Hail was and would always be a client.
Chapter Four
West
Shaking my head, I’d come to the decision I needed to get my ass into gear and really talk to someone about how I was feeling. I also needed to pay attention to the now.
In the elevator, I asked lightly, “Do you always get women offering themselves up to you?”
“Mostly. Some men as well.”
I choked when I sucked in a sharp breath. “Really?”
He smiled, and a small “Da” slipped from between his lips.
Lips I had to stop staring at. I lifted my gaze and quickly turned to face the front because I’d been caught. I was grateful the doors opened. Stepping off, I glanced around. Half the room was made up of windows. I went straight over to them.
“Wow,” I stated. The view was of the floor we’d just been on. Men, women, workers, tables, poker machines, bars, drinks, food… I could see everything.
“Do you like?” Adrik asked from beside me.
I laughed. “If I owned this, I wouldn’t want to leave. But then again, I’m a people watcher. I could sit in a coffee shop and just watch people. And, oh my goodness, that sounds like I’m a creep.” I grabbed his upper arm. “I promise I’m not some stalker or killer.”
Adrik chuckled. “I know.”
I smiled. “So,” I drew out. “You own this place.”
His gaze went back out the window. I took mine there also and rested my hands on the windowsill. “Da. This and two others. I bought them when I moved here.”
“Wow again. That’s pretty impressive, but it must keep you very busy?”
“I like busy.”
But did he? I saw the dip to his brows when he said it. My stomach twisted for him because I honestly didn’t think he was happy. Why would a man in his prime want to hire an escort for company when he could obviously get anyone he wanted? It was hard to guess the reasons, but it did have me wondering what went on the receipt when a client hired an escort.
Was Adrik hiding his sexuality?
Did he have parents like my own who didn’t accept it?
I hoped one day my parents would, but they were highly against homosexuality since God apparently never created us that way.
I wanted to ask about Adrik’s but knew I couldn’t. “Maybe one day you’ll get to settle down a little.” I bumped my hip into his. “For now, I’m starving, and things could get ugly if I’m not fed soon.”
His lips twitched. “It’ll be delivered soon.”
I looked around me. “Do you have telepathy? I didn’t see you tell or ring anyone?”
“They would have seen me arrive. I ordered for you.” He winced. He actually winced. Worried I wouldn’t want him to take control, maybe?
I would not think about him taking control in the bedroom.
I wouldn’t.
Shit, it was in there now, and I had to abort the thought quickly because Adrik was staring at me like I’d lost it. Which was a possibility.
I cleared my throat. “No, that’s fine… I’ll eat anything, really. As long as it’s not anything with pineapple.” I screwed up my nose. “I hate that stuff.”
“On pizza?”
“Yes! People who have it on pizza are monsters.”
With a laugh, he waved me over to a table I hadn’t seen. “I eat on pizza.”
I went to sit down and nearly missed the seat, which caused Adrik to chuckle some more. “You don’t.”
“Not really. I do not eat pizza.”
My jaw dropped. “You don’t eat pizza?”
He shook his head, smiling.
I blinked. Adrik had heard me rave about it, only for me to discover he didn’t consume the best thing on earth besides chocolate muffins…. I was at a loss for words.
“We’re changing that,” I stated.
He quirked a brow. “We are?”
“Hell yes, we are. Next time we’re going to get pizza for dinner, and I’m going to watch you eat it. Okay, that sounds creepy, but you know what I mean.”
He chuckled. “Da.”
There was a buzz, and Adrik stood and walked over to a massive desk to press something. “That desk is huge.”
He faced me and stared. I said desk, right?
“You do not like?” he asked.
We were still talking about his desk, right?
“I’m suddenly confused,” I admitted.
He stared some more. Until he must