Passion For Hire (Passion #5) by J. A Melville Page A

were drooping so Adrian pulled himself to his feet, and picked up the plain white business sized envelope from the bedside table which he knew contained his payment for tonight’s services. Donna always paid him like that, as it was quite common for her to be completely exhausted after an evening with him. She’d be in such a euphoric state from multiple orgasms that she was damned near impossible to deal with, so she’d taken to leaving his payment out in advance. Of course she never knew how many orgasms he’d end giving her but it didn’t really matter. She was more than generous with her money and tended to overpay him anyway.
    Quietly he moved around the room pulling on his clothes again, before cleaning his cum from he skin, and with a gentle kiss to her cheek, he left her.
    When he got outside her took a deep breath of the salty air. Donna’s home was right near the harbour and it had that typical smell of the sea. Without spending too much time standing around since he didn’t want to be seen, he walked towards the silver Mercedes he’d arrived in and had just made it to the driver’s side of the car when something caught his eye.
    It was the dark shape of a car, black, low, familiar and he stared at it in shocked disbelief. What the fuck was going on? It looked like his Trans Am but how could that be? As he started to walk towards it the driver’s door suddenly swung open and he stopped mid stride when he caught the flash of long bare legs and a head of blonde hair as the driver climbed out. She tossed it back off her face, raising a hand to sweep it out of the way as she walked around to the front of the car, leaning back until she was nearly sitting on its bonnet.
    He snapped his teeth hard together in reaction to what he was seeing. Not only was his fucking car here when it should have been parked in his father’s garage, Faith had driven it and to really piss him off, she was sitting on the damned thing like it was her right to do so.
    With an angry growl he stormed up to the car and it was then that he finally got to see her properly. Not only was she half sprawled over his Firebird like a fucking call girl, she damn near looked like one too. She’d been shopping obviously and at the sight of her body clad the way it was, he was instantly hard in his leather pants despite having only just come a few minutes ago in Donna’s mouth.
    She was wearing a dress, black as his car and so tight she looked like she’d been poured into it. It was made from some shiny material like vinyl. It followed every line of her body, the hem indecently short, only just covering that delectable ass of hers. It hugged her body lovingly over her tiny waist and incredibly flat stomach. The bodice was plunging, the curve of her breasts threatening to spill over the low neckline. Two narrow straps rose over her shoulders and disappeared under her hair, obviously the only things keeping her covered and she was only just covered. Fuck she was so beautiful but dangerous. She was a threat to him because of what she knew. Her knowledge gave her power and if she ever chose to use that power against him, he wasn’t sure if his own father would allow him to live for what he’d done.
    His focus returned to the annoying woman sprawled out over his car. “What the fuck do you want Faith? What were you thinking taking my car and get the fuck off the bonnet? Do you have any idea how old that car is and what the hell are you wearing?”
    She scrambled off the bonnet and he winced at the sound of her skin sliding over the black duco. He brushed past her to run his hand over the paint which gleamed in the moonlight and was relieved that it appeared to have survived her climbing all over it.
    Angrily he turned on her again, keeping his eyes on her face, determined not to give into temptation and lower his gaze to take in every sexy inch of her.
    “I wanted to see you Adrian. I needed to talk to you but you don’t listen to me. You just