Chapter two - Don't go.

As Gianna sat at the edge of the bed redressing herself, I dug through my pants for my wallet. Once found, I fumbled through it, pulling out $700 dollars and placing them on the disheveled mattress. Gianna looked over her shoulder, smiling softly at me. 

"Thanks," she whispered, reaching for her pay. 

"Thank you," I winked, wrapping the linen sheet around my waist as I stood up. 

Gianna looked up at me, rolling up the several hundreds and shoving them in her bra. "Was there anything else you wanted me to do before I left?"

I looked down at her, her eyes swirling with dirty thoughts and desire. I chuckled softly, sitting on the bed beside her, "I think I've worn you out for one night. Maybe some other time? Besides, I have to get home before the wife has a fit."

Gianna smirked, "The wife...she's rather dumb if she hasn't figured out what you're doing."

"No, Baby," I pecked her cheek, "She just believes everything I say. It's part of the Parker charm."

"Parker charm?" Gianna's thin brow cocked high into her forehead and I nodded, "Yup. We always get our way."

"Not with me."

I looked over at her, scanning the softness of her features and the poutiness of her lips. Smiling gently, I leaned in for her tempting pout. Gianna captured my lips in hers and crept her hands into my now disheveled locks as her body leaned back in bed. 

"Especially with you," my warm breath tickled her moist lips. Her lips remained numb as I grazed my own against them making her breath catch short of a full inhale. "You'll always give me what I want, right?" 

Her lashes linked together as she nodded softly at me. "Anything you want...for the right price, but not tonight." With a smirk, her tiny hands pushed against my chest until my weight was off of her. "You should go before your wife cuts off your dick...and we both know that wouldn't be good."

I grimaced as my mind imagined the gory sight, "We don't want that."

"But...tonight was amazing," her delicate hand caressed my cheek for a moment before she pushed past me and disappeared into the living room. 

She was gone shortly after that and I quickly showered before heading home. As I snuck into the bedroom I shared with my wife of two years, she awoke from her slumber. "I'm sorry, Baby," I whispered as I shut the door behind myself, "I had to finish a presentation that's due first thing in the morning. Go back to sleep." She lay back in bed, tightening the covers around her shivering body. I quickly worked to undress and get into my pajamas to meet her frigid frame with my warmth. 

That morning she was out of the house before I was. As a school teacher, she's usually goes in early to set up for her day; get the students assignments ready, organize her files, and so on. 

I set off to work to deal with the hassles of co-owning a small business that was blossoming out of control. To my surprise, there was something pleasant waiting for me in my office. 

"You're crazy," I chuckled, pulling my jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack beside the door. 

"What?" she giggled, "I just wanted to make sure you were in one piece."

"I'm fine," my hand flicked the lock on the door before my body trudged forward until it stood between her legs. Gianna wrapped her long legs around my hips, pulling my tighter to her warmth. "Baby," I cupped her cheek softly, "Not here. Tonight at the usual." 

"Okay," she pouted, "Just as long as you take your time on me. I want every last bit of you."

"I promise," I pecked her lips quickly, "Now get going before you get us caught."'

I pulled away from Gianna and she hopped off my desk, straightening her short skirt as her feet touched ground. "Don't forget about tonight, Parker," her voice was stern and more serious than usual. 

"Gi, I'm not going to forget, okay?" 

Her dark orbs bore into mine momentarily, drilling a sea of chills down my body. They were none the less enticing, but something about it worried me. The look in her eyes was much different than that of last night. It was softer, less erotic. She leaned onto her toes slightly, just enough to leave a simple kiss on my lips. 

"Same time?" I muttered. 

"Same time," she conceded.

Gianna paraded her slim self out of my office, being careful not to draw too much attention. She made it through the building and outside before stumbling across one of my employees that fanatically paid too much attention to her and her sultry strut. His eyes lingered on the slight, but perfect curves at her hips and waist that cinched as it met her lower ribs. With each swish of her hips, his eyes zoomed in on the delicious piece of meat that now walked away from him. 

She made her way down the long blocks decorated with tall building and in between small shops. The familiar scents of coffee followed by the candle shop she so loved, then the tiny bistro just two buildings away, drew her closer to home. She took this path everyday, seldom stopping to take sneaks and peaks at the couples sharing a morning cup of coffee. That's what she wanted. She wanted someone to share the early morning news with over a steamy cup of coffee. Gianna wanted to feel the hand of another embracing her delicate fingers as they sat by each other. But Gianna knew better. She knew that was damn near impossible and that no one would want her in the "profession" she was in; a w***e, a prostitute, call-girl, or escort. Which ever way the name was spun, she knew what she was. Men paid for her services, but she only enjoyed the company of one. 

"G'morning, Gianna," greeted the polite server behind the counter of the coffee joint. 

"Morning," Gianna returned the smile.

"The usual, I presume?" the stout brunette asked with a nod.

Gianna paid the girl a soft nod as she dug into her handbag for her money. Fumbling through its contents, she found her wallet and pulled out three one dollar bills. As the girl turned back to the counter, Gianna laid the three dollars on the it and grabbed the cup of coffee her server set down. 

"Thanks, Hilda," Gianna smiled briefly before retreating back to the outside world. She hurried down the three blocks she had to go before finally reaching home. 

"Erin, you home?!" Gianna shouted as she hung her set of keys on the key rack by the door.

"Upstairs, Gi," Gianna's roommate and best friend shouted from the distance. 

Gianna scurried up the stairs to meet the strong odor she knew too well as nail polish. 

"Jesus, girl," Gianna sauntered into Erin's bedroom, "How are you not high off of this crap?"

Erin shrugged her shoulders, peering her eyes as she focused on polishing her pinky toe a blue color that resembled sapphire. "I'm almost done," she muttered, resting her chin on her knee. Erin gave the final strokes on the polish brush before twisting it back onto it's container, "What's up?"

Gianna tossed back on Erin's bed to stare blankly at the ceiling. "I'm screwed," Gianna muttered hopelessly. 

"Tell me something I don't already know," Erin chuckled as she placed the bottle of polish beside her. 

"Remember you told me never to get myself involved...like involved-involved?" 

Erin nodded as Gianna looked over at her with round eyes of chocolate.

"I didn't listen," she let out another groan. 

"Honestly, I didn't think you would," Erin sighed, "Who's the guy?"

"Ryan," Gianna huffed, cringing at her lack of self control around me. "Help me, Erin," Gianna growled as anger pushed through her.

"I told you not to get involved. You should have listened instead of rebelling like you always do."

Gianna rolled over to her left side, folding her arm under her head to pillow it. "He's married," she added painfully. 

Erin's green eyes met Gianna's brown ones. She could see the sincerity behind the pain Gianna was feeling. This wasn't just another guy Gianna had become temporarily smitten with...this was thee guy. The one she truly and wholeheartedly wanted. "I think you have to stay away from him," Erin finally said. 

Gianna clenched her eyes, confirming what she had suspected was her only option. "I'm supposed to see him tonight."

"Don't go."

"How can I not go? He's going to freak if I leave him waiting."

"Then leave him waiting. It'll be more money in his pocket...and maybe he'll get the hint that you just can't see him anymore."

Gianna sighed, rolling onto her back again, "You're probably right."

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This is soooooooooo good! She should totally not show up. It's going to be halirious reading Ryan's reaction!