The Billionaire's Personal Escort

AYANNA POV

“$70,000 for a night. Don’t mess this up.”

The words of my boss echoed in my mind as I adjusted my dress.

This was the highest paying customer the escort company had ever gotten. We all wanted a taste of this. The fact that he paid $70,000 a night made me think that this man was either obscenely wealthy, or this was his fetish. It didn't matter to me. I would be getting paid an insane amount of money and that was the only thing that mattered to me.

I had one job tonight. To please him.

The taxi stopped.

“We are here.” The driver said.

I took a deep breath and stepped out. The cold wind of the evening brushed against my bare legs and the short dress I was wearing.

It was 8pm and the sun was gone, leaving the darkness to embrace the night.

The city was illuminated by the street lights. The sound of cars and people walking filled my ears. But what got my attention was the building in front of me.

It was huge.

My jaw dropped at the sight.

The building was a glass-walled skyscraper. A large neon sign hung over the top.

‘SINCLAIR CORP’.

So, my client was this rich? The thought of how much money he was worth ran through my head.

I grinned. If there was one thing I excelled at in the escort business, it was making rich men spend their money on me.

I handed the driver some money and got off out the car.

My red-bottom heels clicked against the pavement as I walked into the building.

The lobby was lavishly decorated. Glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Expensive paintings decorated the walls and statues of ancient Roman gods sat around the place.

The marble floor shined.

Damn!

The place looked like it cost a fortune.

The lobby was also empty though. No one else was there but a bored receptionist was sitting behind the desk.

I walked up to him.

“I’m looking for Travis Sinclair?” I said as I drummed my fingers on the counter.

The receptionist looked up.

I could see his eyes widen at the sight of me. He stared at my dress and the way my cleavage spilled out of the low cut neckline.

I was wearing a skin tight, backless dress that stopped right below my ass.

I could see the receptionist's mouth water as he gazed at my curves and a huge bulge was forming in his pants.

I leaned forward.

His eyes widened even more.

He could see down my dress and to my huge tits.

A smirk formed on my face.

I knew what I did to men. And I enjoyed using my looks to manipulate men.

My beauty and sex appeal were among the main reasons I was the top-earning escort at the agency.

Men would do anything for a night with me.

And this one right here was no different.

I snapped my fingers in front of his face.

" Travis Sinclair?” I asked again.

He blinked and came back to his senses.

He looked up at me, blushing furiously.

I could see beads of sweat running down his forehead.

I shook my head and leaned forward. My tits pressed against the desk.

The receptionist gulped.

I could almost see the drool forming at the side of his mouth.

I smiled.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit flustered." I said with mock concern.

I could see the receptionist struggling to not look at my sexy body.

I grinned. This was fun. I loved making men lose control.

His gaze moved to my lips.

"Do you have an appointment?" He finally managed to ask.

"Yes. I do.” Then I ran my fingers up and down his arm.

The receptionist gasped.

I smiled.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked, staring into his eyes.

He gulped and shook his head.

I leaned closer.

"Your boss's guest. You understand?" I told him

He nodded furiously.

"Good. Now be a good boy and call him for me." I chuckled and winked at him.

He scrambled for the phone, like a little puppy. It made me laugh.

Men were easy to control. All you had to do was play into their fantasies.

"Mr Sinclair? There is a beautiful woman in the lobby who is asking for you."

Pause.

"No sir. I don't know who she is."

Pause.

"But sir, I think you should see her."

Pause.

“Okay sir. I will tell her.” The receptionist put the phone down and stared at me, shocked.

I arched an eyebrow.

"Is something the matter?" I asked.

"Um.." He started to say.

I slammed my hands down on the table. "Did I fucking stutter?"

He jumped in his seat.

“Ummm…errr… Travis Sinclair said he doesn’t need your services anymore.” The receptionist stammered.

“What?” I asked, my voice rose.

He nodded furiously.

“He said you don’t have to worry about the money, you will still get paid but you can go back home now. He is really sorry for wasting your time. But he has changed his mind about tonight. He will go to the event alone.” The receptionist blurted out.

I stared at the receptionist, shocked.

Never before had this happened to me.

Usually, I had the client eating out of my hand.

This had never happened.

A client cancelling at the last minute, with no explanation.

No. I will never accept that. No man gets to cancel an appointment with me.

No. That was not going to happen.

I had already dressed up. And my reputation was on the line.

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at the receptionist.

I could see his face turn red.

He knew what I was going to ask next.

“Where is Travis Sinclair?” I said.

This time I wasn’t asking. This was an order.

Yes, not only did I know how to seduce men and I also knew how to scare them.

If the first method, Seduction, didn't work, I always resorted to the second method — Domination and Control.

The receptionist's mouth opened and closed.

"You will tell me where he is or you will have a problem." I said through gritted teeth.

"B-but I can't-" He began.

"I'm not asking." I cut him off.

I leaned forward held his tie and pulled him closer.