“But they’re ugly.”
“Only to people who don’t understand what you’ve been through. I don’t understand, but I respect you for it. Are they the only scars?”
She shook her head.
“Can I see them?”
“They’re under my clothes.”
“I promise to be a gentleman. This is our time, Elle, to do what we want.” He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him.
The tears she held in fell down her cheeks. He wiped them away with gentle fingers.
“I’ll show you.”
Isaac stood and began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. She didn’t protest as a hard, tanned chest was revealed to her. His chest was hard and firm. His stomach had a six pack, which any actor would want. There wasn’t a single ounce of fat on his body. She wrapped her arms around her waist to comfort herself. There was no way she would be showing this god her body.
He sat down next to her. “Touch me.”
“What?”
“I want you to trust me. Touch my body. I have no visible scars to show you, but my body is yours to touch as you like.”
She gazed at the beautiful male chest and reached out to touch him.
****
Isaac was a goner. The moment he’d seen her something had awakened inside him. A deep profound longing held him in its throes. He stared at her scars and saw nothing but the beauty inside her. She looked so lost and alone, and he wanted to be the man she could rely on. The type of man she could trust. Sitting across from her with his shirt off, he craved her touch more than his next breath.
She was so much smaller than he. While she stared at his chest, he looked his fill of her gorgeous body. Most of the women in his circles were health conscious, always worrying about what they ate. All the women he’d dated had spent a great deal of time telling him the benefits of one diet or the other. As if they could tell him how important they were based on the effort they put in to be so thin. He’d grown tired of the bags of bones. He wanted a woman who loved to eat and laugh, a woman who could take being bent over a hard surface and f**ked for hours without breaking.
His c**k pulsed at the image of Elle bent over the bed, her legs open wide as he screwed her hard and fast. The thoughts of her na**d were going to drive him crazy. Brad had asked him to make sure there would never be any visits like this one.
Could he let Elle go after only just finding her? She intrigued him, fascinated him, and they were only on their first meeting. He winced as her cold hands touched his chest. Her touch sent heat throughout his entire body. He watched her face and thought about what Brad had said. She’d never been with any men. The accident had happened a great deal of time ago. Did she know the scars were faded? The scars had none of the redness that was often seen on recent injuries.
In his world, she’d be torn apart for the way she looked, but to him, she was the most beautiful woman he’d seen in a very long time.
His life had been filled with self-centred women whose only desire was to break into his bank balance. Elle had no such desire as she didn’t know who he was. For the first time since making the arrangement with Brad, Isaac saw the benefit he could get from it. When he was with her, he could be the man he wanted.
Isaac Welch no longer mattered. He could be Isaac, a man with no intentions but to make Elle happy.
“You’re so warm,” she said.
He covered her hand with his. “I like your touch.”
“This seems so surreal, Isaac. Is this what happens on your usual business days?”
He didn’t have a clue what other escorts did, and he no longer cared. Elle was his for the taking. He knew Brad had only wanted him to do the one day, but he wanted to see more of her. The connection he felt was more than he could understand.
“I don’t want to talk about other business days. I want to get to know you. What do you do with your days?” Isaac put his hand on top of hers and stared into her eyes.
“I’m a painter.”
“An artist?”
“Some people call me that. I just love to paint. What do you like doing with your free time?”
“Reading. I have a thing for classic books.”
“I read romance in my spare time,” she said.
Isaac smiled.
“What made you decide to seek my services?”
She licked her lips, the action making his c**k harden further. Did she not know how erotic she looked?
“I wanted to spend some time with a man. Getting to know him and maybe progress to something further. It is stupid I know.” She went to move her hand away. Isaac held onto her.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her if he tried. The endless amount of empty f**king had led him to look for something more. The woman before him held exactly what he was looking for.
“I don’t think you’re stupid. I think getting to know each other is one of the best forms of intimacy. I want you to promise me that the moment we are in each other’s company we are completely honest with each other. Will you promise me that?”
After several seconds she nodded her head. “I can promise to be honest. Will you do the same for me?”
“I will be completely honest with you.”
He would keep his true identity from her, but everything else would be the truth. Cupping her face, he ran his thumb down her scar. The mark didn’t mar any of her beauty. In his eyes, she epitomised what true beauty was supposed to be. She held substance and depth. Her emotions were full and plain to see if you looked hard enough. Brad had found himself a real treasure, and Isaac envied the time he’d already spent with her.
“I’ve only had one friend who has touched my scar. He’s really nice. I think you’d like him. He’s got a brother called Isaac,” she said.
Smiling, he held his tongue. The instinct to tell her he was the brother she spoke of was so strong. He held back for fear she would feel hurt. Time would only heal so much. He wanted more time with her before he told her who he was.
“Will you show me your other scars?”
“I don’t want to take my shirt off in front of you.”
“I’ve taken mine off. Show me who you are, Elle.”
She bit her full bottom lip, her gaze going from him to the door and back again. With a nod of the head, she stood up and began unbuttoning her shirt. He watched as each button released, revealed silky, cream-coloured skin. She did not get out in the sun much or use fake tanning lotion. Everything on her body was natural, apart from her hair colour. The blonde in the picture suited her better. The colour really showed up the paleness of her complexion.