<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em><br/><br/>"Come on in.  I have a bottle of wine chilling for us." </em><br/><br/>"Thank you, Mr. Pierce."<br/><br/>Her very first thought as she followed him into the suite was how very attractive he was. The second thing was that Bryce Pierce could school most of her clients on how to use their self confidence to exude sexuality. Barely more than a few seconds into the call and she already wanted to fuck him senseless.<em>'I can't believe I'm getting paid for this.'</em><br/><br/>The suite was as contemporary and sexy as he was. Smooth lines with sharp contrasting colors that matched the tailored suit and dark tie he wore. The view of the city from the wall of windows made it even sexier. Everything about this was sexy, she'd give Nicole credit ... the woman knew how to set a stage.<br/><br/>A slow shiver worked its way up Lyla's body as she took a turn around the living area and sized him up.<br/><br/>"It's sexy, stylish and sexy."<br/><br/>She gestured around her and then leveled her cool gray eyes on him. Her best "fuck me" smile and made her way to him.<br/><br/>"Just like you."<br/><br/>From the corner of her eye she could see the large, inviting bed. He'd brought the entire night, which meant they'd be in that bed at some point. Though Lyla was fairly certain they wouldn't do much sleeping.<br/><br/>There were some johns she prayed would only want an hour, others who bought the entire night and Lyla took payment upfront so she could sneak out before they woke up in the morning, and others she just flat out refused to service. Bryce Pierce was none of these things. In fact, he was a completely different animal.<br/><br/>"Though, I wonder if you'd look sexier a little mussed."<br/><br/>Closer now, she ran the tips of her perfectly manicured fingernails against the hair on the side of his head. The best part of her job was the lack of pretenses. He wanted her there for a specific purpse and she was there to comply.  No games, no drama ... just pleasure. His pleasure. And she fully intended to take her own pleasure from every moment of it.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I bet you're a lot sexier all sweaty and panting."<br/>