Chapter 7 7

The moment their eyes met, Fabian's breath hitched. He could see that she recognized him the moment their eyes met. Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. Fabian spoke first. He cleared his throat and opened the door wider.

Fabian's eyes couldn't help but wander to her body. She was sporting a skimpy dress, short enough to reveal her behind with just a little bend. Her breasts were practically spilling out of the tight dress. His eyes settled on the cleavage on display.

Fabian looked back at the woman's face, she wore thick makeup and he was sure she was also wearing a wig, a blonde one, which made her skin glow even more.

Gigi couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her client, who had paid millions just to be with her, was Alfie's friend, the one who had just gotten engaged the other week.

"Are you just gonna stand there all night gawking at me?" he asked her in his controlled voice.

Her mouth opened when she saw him staring intently at her. A strange nervousness arose in her heart, she didn't know what it was, but her heart was beating fast. Did that mean he had liked her when he saw her at his engagement party? Was he interested in her?

Gaga! You're getting ahead of yourself, girl! He's just going to taste you and then go back to his fiancée when he's done with you! Don't get your hopes up, girl!

Gigi followed him into his unit. The place was dim, with only the wall lamp illuminating the whole area. There wasn't much furniture, just the essentials. But even so, Gigi was amazed by the size and beauty of the place, it was one of her dreams, to be able to buy a house like this.

Gigi bit her lip when her eyes fell on the man's back. He had broad shoulders and a massive physique. He was also very tall and clearly worked out, judging by the shape of his body. She had always dreamed of having a man like him. Not someone who would be her client, but a man who could accept her for who she was.

Fabian stopped and sat down on the sofa. The woman stood in front of him.

"You're Sugar, right?" he asked in his baritone voice. Even his voice was delicious!

Gigi just nodded. This man's handsomeness was truly captivating. Since she saw him at the engagement party, she had been thinking about him constantly.

"Yes, but you can call me whatever you want, Mr. Romano."

He stared at her for a long time, first picking up the cigarette from the ashtray, taking a drag, and blowing out a puff of smoke before speaking.

"What's your real name. I want to call you by your real name when I come, and not the name most of those men call you." Gigi couldn't miss the way his jaw clenched, she didn't know why he was doing that.

He wanted to know and call her by her real name? She never gave her real name to her clients. It was the only thing she wanted to keep secret. But when the man asked, she felt like she wanted to give him what he wanted. Before she could stop herself, she told him her real name.

"Georgina. That's my real name. Gigi for short." She told him, as if she was being charmed.

A smirk broke out on his lips as if he had just won the lottery. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. He clasped his hands together and stared intently at the woman.

"Well Gigi, I want you to dance and make me come without touching me. Can you do that? Make me come without physical touch." His gaze was challenging.

His voice was deep. There was a sensual swerve in the way he said those words. Gigi didn't know why, but her body suddenly heated up at his words.

Gigi nodded and bit her lower lip. "Yes, I can do that," she answered breathily.

She already knew this, because it was one of the instructions written in the envelope. On the first night, she would dance naked in front of him and make him come without touching her. This man was playing. Maybe he wanted to experience these things before getting married.

The music began playing. Fabian watched the woman sway her hips from left to right, her eyes closed as if she was feeling the soft music. Every movement of her body was seductive, not rushed, but as if she was making love to the music.

She wasn't even naked yet, but Fabian could already feel his body heating up. His body began to feel the heat of carnal desire as the woman ever so slowly discarded her clothes one by one without breaking eye contact.

She was looking straight into his eyes as she took off her clothes, leaving only a pair of skimpy lingerie.

Fabian cupped his growing shaft and squeezed it.

Damn! He was already hard. This woman was really something. Fabian continued to watch the woman. She was almost naked now; he could see how rounded and flawless her butt was. He imagined himself ramming those beautiful booties from behind. Fabian's manhood was going wild inside his pants, itching to get out.

His hand was itching to grab those booties and squeeze them. Damn!