Carmody's Story: A Career As A Woman

As New York Elite expanded, Brett found himself inundated with work, at times barely able to keep up with all that he had to do. Employing a manager had crossed his mind, or even finding a partner to assist in growing the company, but Elena? Why not, hadn't most of the successful Escort Agency owners been women - Heidi Fleiss, the prime example - and the surprised smile elicited by his jesting had the man contemplating that it wasn't such a dumb concept before he swiftly brushed the thought aside.

He hardly knew the woman, and although she displayed the intelligence and engaging personality that would draw in business, all they seemed to do was bicker, taunt and attempt to outdo each other. There was only one aspect of their relationship in which he held confidence they'd be truly compatible, his ability to screw her silly and Elena's ability to enjoy it, and that's what he returned focus to. Anything more than the occasional mutually pleasurable could lead to nothing but trouble.

After dropping the subject and plucking the straw from her drink, Carmody chose his words carefully, a firm believer that the way into a woman's panties was first to arouse her mind with possibilities and hope that her body would follow suit. As if to that would work with Elena, he was uncertain. She'd displayed
remarkable resistance (stubbornness?) the previous night in refusing to admit she'd been turned on or to let herself climax. It only further fuelled Brett's determination to have her sleep with him, for him, not money, although he wouldn't admit out loud how deep that desire ran.

Remaining nonchalant when he reclined, Brett chewed the end of her straw, intent on not breaking eye contact even for a second. When she eventually spoke, he felt a sense of disappointment flow through his veins, brought about by the coolness of her tone. Damn it! However, he didn't allow it to show in his expression "True, I can't imagine anyone wanting to screw Mr Grummond, not even his wife." Hiss disappointment had morphed into satisfaction as she'd continued. "And, obviously, I'm referring to me, I don't think you're long-haired friend over there would be capable." He inclined his head to indicate Adam, and grinned at her, teasing. "All purely for your benefit, of course, not mine. Call it a staff bonus for your boss's favourite employee and my way of apologising for those not-so-fun dates."

With the realisation, when she stood, that he was indeed going to be spending the night with her, Brett forgot about his ruined shirt, Adam, Victoria, the bar patrons and all else except Elena. He stepped from his chair to meet her, cupped her cheek in his palm, ran the pad of his thumb across his lower lip and inhaled her scent, trying to read her mind, but it remained a mystery to him. "You smell nice. Are you excited Elena, are you going to come for me tonight?" Having placed his free hand on her waist, Carmody hardened in anticipation as he glided his touch down her side, and motioned to the exit. "Let's move, before I decide to find out right here."

Adam shook his head in obvious disbelief that the woman had decided to leave with Brett as Carmody nudged her towards the door, arm encircling her waist.
"Taxi, or shall I call for a Limo?" He slid his gaze over Elena's body in obvious admiration and keenness to see it out of the dress when they stepped out into the cool night air. Then, he lifted his eyes back to hers, arched a brow and smiled mischievously. "Although, with either, I don't believe I'll be able to keep my hands off you and the driver's likely to get a free show. Maybe you're shy and would rather walk, wait until I have you somewhere more private? There's so much I'm yet to learn about you, Elena
Reston."

Oh shit, there he went again.