It's currently off being read by a couple of ladies who are going to let me know what other information I need to get from Angelien to make this book really awesome for you.
It's still in story 'telling' mode, I have added all that wonderful 'flesh' to paint the picture for you yet, but here is a sneak peek of what's coming your way!
Chapter Two - The Mountain Angelien didn’t feel anywhere near ready for what was waiting for her as she walked down the hallway of the Boulevard Hotel preparing to meet her first client. It had been so long since she’d worked in the brothel, and if she was honest with herself, she was quietly worried that she might have lost her touch.
Approaching the correct door, she raised her hand to knock, but froze before she made contact. With her hand still in the air, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling the shake in her legs as her knees knocked together. Silently, she stood there, willing herself to focus on her breath and calm down.
Angelien was unsure how long she stood there for – seconds? minutes? - she couldn’t tell. But finally, when she felt calm enough to continue - she knocked on the door.
She’d like to say that what she felt were butterflies flying about in her stomach, but what she was feeling was more akin to a plague of locusts, beating against the walls of her stomach and threatening to spill out her mouth.
As she heard movement on the other side of the door, she swallowed the thick lump in her throat, forcing those locusts back down and planting what she hoped was a sultry smile on her face.
When the door opened it revealed one of the biggest men she had ever seen in her life. To call him roly-poly would have been an understatement - he appeared not much taller than her own five foot, three inches of height. He was about 50 years of age and was dressed in a hotel room dressing gown that didn’t even pretend that it was going to close around his sizeable paunch.
"You must be the beautiful Diana I’ve been expecting,” he said immediately, calling her the same working girl name she’d used in the brothel and had decided to continue using as an escort. “Come through and have a drink. I’m sure you need to call your office to let them know you’re here. You’ll find the phone is over on the desk,” he informed her, his eyes dragging up and down her body as he licked his lips hungrily. “Although, before you ring, perhaps you’d agree to stay for the night? I can offer you the whole room service menu with champagne, and if room service hasn't got what you want I’m sure they can find a place to get it for you..." he offered, looking at her hopefully, his hands clasped over his large belly as he waited for her answer.
For a moment she just stood there stunned. It felt a little like the movie Pretty Woman except that Julia Roberts got Richard Gere and she got Santa’s chubbier and less attractive brother! Still he seemed harmless enough and she sensed he wouldn't be bad company.
"Sure, that would be nice,” Angelien said smiling and moving over to the phone to call Trish.
"Well done on your first job,” Trish commented upon hearing the news of Angelien’s all night booking. “I knew my instincts were right with you. Tell your client that I’ll be billing his credit card. I will call you at ten to six Angelien, please remember to listen for the phone. If you don't answer I’ll be calling the police. We don’t take any chances,” Trish reminded her.
“No problem,” Angelien replied while thinking, Too bad if he kills me within the first few hours!
As she hung up the phone, her client approached her smiling, offering her a glass of champagne with a single strawberry dancing about with the bubbles inside it. His name was Ken, but he would become forever known to Angelien as 'The Mountain' by the night’s end.