Author's Note: This story was edited by Tim413413. His work was embarrassingly difficult. I actually think he spent more time on this than I did. Thank you sir!
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The Sun began to threaten Jayden's chair. The awning just wasn't big enough to block the tropical rays. He scooted the chair back another couple of inches and it hit the café's wall. He had maybe fifteen minutes left before the heat began to attack his feet. He sighed and looked around for a better position. There wasn't one. He relaxed and decided to enjoy what time he had left. He readjusted his sunglasses and scanned the boardwalk for more bikinis.
Jayden enjoyed this part of the beach. He could sit in the shade while sipping a sweet rum concoction and watching all the women parading around in next to nothing. Every so often, a woman would walk by who really fleshed out a bikini. It was a momentary thrill in his otherwise boring existence. He never confronted any of them or stalked them to their destinations. He just flirted in his mind.
Jayden loved the female form in all its iterations. He rated women in his mind according to how enticing they looked in their chosen attire. Not that he was a fashion expert, far from it. He just knew what looked right and what didn't. A heavy woman in the right clothes could be much more enticing than a skinny model dressed like crap. It all depended on the curves the woman accentuated and how the colors worked with her skin. He was a visual connoisseur.
Jayden tried not to smile when the raven-haired woman walked past him for the third time. She was obviously proud of her look and had decided to spend the afternoon showing herself off. Her bikini top was perfect for her chest. It held her breasts up just enough to form a modest bit of cleavage that worked very well with her frame. Jayden wasn't impressed with the bikini bottoms. She had chosen bottoms that were too small for her butt and stomach. The woman had a slight tummy paunch and her butt cheeks rode a bit low. He would have picked a bit fuller bikini bottom for her. She would have been a knockout in something more akin to boy shorts.
The woman turned into the café and surprised Jayden by choosing a chair at his table. She placed her elbows on the table's glass surface and rested her chin in her hands. She didn't say a word as she stared at Jayden with a flat expression. Jayden smiled at the unexpected intrusion. It would, at the very least, break up the day.
"Have I offended you somehow?" Jayden asked, making it sound innocent. He was looking into her brown eyes wishing she would have picked a better eye shadow color. Her choice was a bit too dark for such a bright day.
"You've been watching me so I came over to watch you," she smirked highly confident in her delivery. She was almost challenging him to contradict her. Jayden gave her half a laugh.
"I've been watching everyone. You just happened to walk by a few times," Jayden declared. He wasn't easily put off kilter and he responded without looking away. The woman lifted her head off her hands and pulled her elbows off the table. Her modest cleavage was now front and center.
"You looked lonely sitting here by yourself. No one to share a drink with?" She teased and smiled which improved her look tremendously. Jayden smelled a come-on. He knew it wasn't his physique or the cutoffs and Hawaiian shirt he was wearing. He shook his head no.
"I just enjoy a private drink now and again," Jayden replied and tried to figure out her angle. He gave a quick glance around to see if something more sinister was afoot. The coast seemed clear.
"I specialize in lonely men," she whispered through a set of pouty lips. Jayden realized she wasn't parading. She was advertising. He wasn't really in the market, but his dick was willing to jump at the chance. She would certainly be more entertaining than the night of TV viewing he had planned. He pulled his sunglasses off and returned her gaze.
"I do so enjoy being specialized," Jayden said, giving her his biggest smile. He stood up from the table and pulled out his full money clip. He ripped off a twenty and placed it under his glass. "I have a place two blocks from here," he said as he tilted his head to the south indicating the direction. Her eyes followed the money clip back into his pocket. She also rose from her chair and moved closer to Jayden.
"You don't want to know how much?" she whispered in Jayden's ear so she couldn't be overheard. He laughed again.
"Spend the night and I'll make sure you don't have to work for a week," Jayden promised and wrapped his arm around hers and escorted her out of the café patio. "What should I call you tonight?" he asked as she looked up at him and smiled.
"I'll be Debra tonight." The name seemed to fit her look. Jayden was pleased with the choice. "Do you have a name or should I call you Sir?" Debra made it sound flirty. She reached over with her opposite hand to caress his arm.
"Debra is a lovely name." Jayden looked down into her eyes. "My friends call me Jayden. I am certainly not a 'sir.' " He wrapped his fingers in hers as they walked down the street. It pleased him to treat her like a girlfriend. Debra sensed his thoughts and leaned her head into his shoulder as they walked. 'Smart girl,' Jayden thought as they headed to the apartment.
They entered the sparse condo arm in arm. Like all of Jayden's homes, there were no pictures on the walls and only minimal furniture. He never spent the time to decorate since they all felt more like hotels than homes. "Can I offer you a glass of wine?" Jayden queried as he broke their entwined arms and headed to the open kitchen.
"That would be nice," Debra commented, secretly hoping it wasn't the expensive stuff. She enjoyed wine that measured its age in months instead of years.
Jayden reached into the cupboard and grabbed one of the bottles of Norton he had picked up from a Missouri winery he visited a few months back. He had become tired of driving and simply followed some signs to the winery for what he hoped would be a scenic lunch. The waiter had talked him into trying the wine and Jayden was surprised how much he enjoyed it. He usually preferred his rum, but the wine had just the right mix of dryness and berry flavor. He bought a case and tipped the waiter well.
Jayden popped the cork and filled two wine glasses. He remembered something about letting the bottle breath before pouring, but he was never one for protocol. He slid a glass over to Debra and watched her hesitantly take a sip. A smile formed on her face.
"Wow, that's pretty good," Debra enthused and she began to think this night might not be a bad gig. She never knew how a new guy was going to turn out. Her profession was a risky one. Jayden pulled out his money clip and counted off five hundred dollar bills. He looked into Debra's eyes and pushed the bills across the counter toward her.
"This is just to build some trust," Jayden smiled as he said it. He wanted to make sure she knew he wasn't going to rip her off. He knew the risk she was taking. Debra took another sip of the pleasant wine as she watched him slide the money across the counter. She was a bit surprised when the money clip didn't go back into his pocket. He just placed it on the counter and ignored it. She knew it wrapped a few thousand more.
Debra didn't reach for the five hundred. She was certain it would be there in the morning. This man wasn't muscled, aggressive or even exceptional looking. When she first saw him at the café, she pegged him as a married man on a trip without the wife. That couldn't be farther from the truth. His confidence almost bordered on scary. Debra sensed that to take more than he offered would be dangerous. She also felt that he would offer more than she would ever ask for. No, tonight it would go Jayden's way. She placed her glass on the counter and began to saunter around to his side.
"What are you looking for tonight, Jayden?" Debra projected her sexiest smile. She had every intention of making this man happy. 'Smart girl,' Jayden thought for the second time. He was pleased she didn't just snap up the money.
"Do you think you could be my girlfriend tonight?" Jayden asked. He enjoyed the couple fantasy. He would never find it in real life. It was the one thing he regretted when he chose his profession. Wives and family didn't mix with his career. Debra was pleased with his desire. It meant that it would be a tender night. She was a bit bored with "wham bam thank you ma'am."