(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br/><br/><em>Nicole is it, a privilege to meet you. I mean, a pleasure to meet you.</em><br/><br/>She was fairly certain that somewhere, there were women that found his obvious anxiety endearing. Nicole, was not one of them. She really had no opinion of it, most times. On most occasions she was attracted to confidence. It was one of the things that drew her to Sam. Most certainly she wasn’t drawn to his appearance. She almost laughed outright, wondering what sort of woman would be attracted to Sam were he not a rich, powerful, Hollywood shark.<br/><em><br/>Well you know, this is where I work my magic.</em><br/><br/>She quirked a brow. If could barely carry on a conversation with her she was pretty sure there wasn’t much magic to be had in his bedroom.<br/><em><br/>I can check up on just about anything I need from right over there </em><br/><br/>“Ah, I see.”<br/><br/>She had turned to him then, as he sat on the bed. She watched, with an amused smile, as he fumbled over the cock that had slipped from the fly of his boxers. He knew what she was here for, she’d been blatantly obvious with her purposes and yet he worried for some reason of her seeing his cock. She didn’t understand why he would nor did she care to try to understand. She was here, because she was paid to be here. She was being paid to fuck him.<br/><em><br/>So, Nicole. You like the place?</em><br/><br/>Nicole shrugged her shoulders as she approached him. She crawled, seductively, onto the bed beside him on all fours before rolling onto her side and smiling.<br/><br/>“Does it matter?”<br/><br/>Talented, nimble fingers walked their way playfully down his arm and lower ... until they began to toy with the tip of him that had broke free from the confines of his clothing.<br/><br/>“I’m not here to like anything other than this.”