Chapter 1

Yeah. She said securing the cordless between her shoulder and her ear, as she straightened her blonde locks. Buffy, do you have anything on tonight? it was Andrea from the agency. Not yet, why? She asked picking up a new section of hair. I have a new client if your interested. she said Who is he? It is a he right? she asked as she sat down the hot iron and grabbed the phone with her now free hand. Yes it's a he, his name is Angel. And youre saying its a he. Angel surely didnt sound like a name for a man, but then again Buffy wasnt that common a name either. Buffy Summers was a twenty three year old call girl, and one of the highest paid in Los Angeles at that. All of her clients demanded her and if she wasn't available they were prepared to wait, sometimes even weeks. Now she had a new client, by the name of Angel, who apparently already deals with two of the other girls at the agency. Buffy wasn't sure who it was that he dealt with and she wasn't the type to take someones clients, but apparently Angel was big money, and there was no way she could turn that down, especially if he became a regular, sometimes they payed that little something extra. She walked out of her en-suite and into her bedroom trying to decide on the right outfit, if she was going to be meeting someone new than she had to look amazing, that's how she secured them. Well there were a certain few other things that she did as well. After much debate she threw on her new short black dress, the one that was a gift from Andrea to show her appreciation for all the money Buffy was making her. Then she made her way back into the bathroom to put on the finishing touches to her make up, which she kept to the minimum. Buffy was a naturally beautiful woman with smooth bronzed skin, sun kissed blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders, a slender frame and grey green eyes that all males found themselves hypnotised by when looking into them, hopefully this Angel would feel the same. ********** He couldn't believe how nervous he was, at least with Darla and Cordy he knew what he was getting, he knew they wouldn't screw this up. But this new girl

Buffy, what if she wasn't what he needed tonight. He couldn't let this deal fall through, why on earth had he hired a call girl for such an important meeting. His client had insisted on mixing business with pleasure and Angel had found him the right girl for the evening, one hed had once before. But still he couldnt help but have doubts. There really were only just a handful of them that werent airheads. Cordy well sometimes Angel would have to pay her a little extra just to shut her up, and Darla well she didn't give blondes a good name, but they knew what to do when it came to meetings like this. They knew they were just there to look pretty and preferably not say a word; hopefully this Buffy would be the same. He had told the agency exactly what he wanted, even describing the perfect girl for the evening, when they phoned back telling him of Buffy he just hoped that she was everything he was looking for. Just this one night he needed someone who was perfect. Not some dumb blonde like Darla was before he taught her how to keep quiet and not speak unless spoken too. Hopefully this Buffy wasnt another one of those, even though that was a necessity in the description he gave the agency, well all but the dumb bit. Truth be told he just couldnt help it; he had a thing for them, so much so that even Cordy had bleached for him. It seemed that he was more nervous about the girl that would be appearing as his date tonight, rather than the meeting itself. If only he had that someone special in his life, that all his friends had managed to find. If only he had the time for a real relationship, instead of paying for his sexual needs. Then at least he wouldnt have problems when it came to nights like these. But there was a plus side to hiring his women, he had to admit Cordy and Darla certainly knew what they were doing in the bedroom. Hopefully if things go smoothly tonight, Buffy would be a treat to. ********** She walked into the dark club; she only had a rough description to go on. Making her way over to the bar she asked the tender to see if he could be of any help. After being pointed in the right direction, Buffy headed towards the table that Angel OConner was seated at. Extending her hand and a warm smile on her lips she caught his attention. Angel, Hi Im buffy. She said as he took her hand in his. He couldnt believe his eyes, hed never seen anyone so breathtaking in his life, she was more than beautiful, she was a goddess. Raising her hand to his lips, he brushed a gentle kiss over her smooth knuckles.

Its good to meet you Buffy, please sit down he said rising to his feet as she took the chair across from his, something hed never done even when he had been out on a date with a girl that he hadnt paid for. Chapter 2

The entire evening Angel couldn't stop looking at her, he swore he had never laid eyes on anyone so incredible in his whole life. All the doubts he had before she walked into the club instantly vanished the moment she sat down across from him. The meeting didn't last long, his new client focused solely on the pleasure, and willing to do any deal Angel wanted. And Buffy well Angel couldn't believe just how professional she was, it was as though each word she spoke was carefully chosen, yet it wasn't, it was just Buffy being herself and that intrigued him even more. He felt so nervous around her, as though this was a real date and there was no grantee that he would get laid, even though paying or not Angel always got his women to the bedroom. But tonight it was different, Buffy was a completely different girl to what he was used to, she actually had a fully functioning brain in that head of hers. ********** The moment she took the seat across from his she was almost speechless, Angel was incredibly handsome; she'd never had a client that was so damn sexy. The butterflies in her stomach started the moment he brushed a lite kiss over her extended hand, its not like this was her first date, she had been on many before but for some reason the man across from her was affecting her in a way she had never known she could be affected. This wasn't Buffy, she didn't fall for her men, she did her job and that was it. There was never a point in getting to involved with anyone as she couldn't ever let them get close too her, that was the rule, and one she would always stick by. Tonight she'd go as far as Angel wanted to take things, as usual, and then she'd be on her way home, she couldn't see him becoming a permanent client not when he had already evoked these feelings within her. And that really was a shame, he certainly had been throwing around a wad of cash that night, a taste of what she could have had if he wanted more than just the one date. So tell me about yourself. He said as he reached across the table grabbing her hand in his, he just seemed to shocking himself every time he looked at her. Since when did Angel OConnor give a damn about any of the women in his life, let alone the ones he paid for, what was is about Buffy?

Nothing to tell really. She replied, she wasnt the type to go into details about her life story, there were things that were better left in the past, bringing them up after they had been buried for so long was only going to cause her pain. I find that hard to believe. He whispered giving her a sexy half smile that made her want to tell him anything he wanted to know about her. When those sexy lips kissed her hand she felt the shiver travel down her spine, and for the first time ever she understood what the word want meant, because she knew she wanted Angel. Well why dont you tell me about you. She whispered leaning in closer lacing her fingers through his. Because Id rather dance. He said as a slow song came on, and most people already on the floor wondered off, not having a partner to dance with. What? she asked, she had never been asked to slow dance before, at least not since high school, when men were paying for one thing in particular they never really cared about the simple things; a call girl was never romanced. Letting him guide her to the dance floor Buffy had a thousands thoughts running through her mind, one being what the hell was going on, what was this man doing to her. She wasnt used to being treated this way. She usually got some respect, its not like she was one of those street corner hookers, but this Angel the way he was looking at her right now it wasnt like she was just a piece off ass that he was sure to be getting, it was like he was looking into her instead of right past her. She couldnt bare it, the emotions he was stirring within her, this was just to much, shed put that pad lock on her heart years ago, no was ever allowed in again, she couldnt do this to her... she was just driving herself crazy with thoughts like these, Buffy never fell for her clients and she knew that wasnt about to change, she just had to get through the night and never think of him again and shed be fine. ********** Crushing her body against his, Angel couldnt believe what being close this girl was doing to him, he wanted her so badly, each time she spoke he wanted to kiss those lips, and each time she smiled he felt his heart rate speed up, what was this girl doing to him? She made him go back on his saying, that all women were the same, they were all there for one thing and one thing only. The funny thing was that that was all he was supposed to be getting from Buffy, one night of unforgettable sex, but the crazy thing was sex or no sex he knew that tonight was going to be unforgettable.

Still holding her close to him, Angel wouldnt let go, even after the music stopped. Uh the musics over. she said feeling a little uncomfortable at how natural it felt to be in his arms. I know. He whispered, slowly letting her go. He hadnt wanted to let go, he wanted to stand there with her on the dance floor, in his arms. So... She said as she ran a hand through her straight blonde hair. Would you like to come back to my hotel room? he asked still holding her small hand in his. Sure. She smiled, wanting to follow him wherever he wanted to lead. He returned her smile linking her arm with his, he lead her outside the club and to his car. Chapter 3

It's beautiful. She smiled looking around the pent house as she walked inside, and beautiful it was. The living area alone was the size of her entire apartment, and her apartment really wasnt that small. The heels of her stilettos hit the hard marble floor as she slowly ventured further inside, trying to get a glimpse of the entire suite. Yeah, beautiful. He smiled closing the door behind them and following her in. Not once did he take his eyes off her as he made his way over to the lounge. He picked up the phone that sat on the table near by and punched in the number for room service, requesting a bottle of expensive champagne as soon as the call was answered. She smiled at his compliment, and felt as though she was starting to blush. It was too hard for her to comprehend, why was it that Angel seemed to be good at jumbling her senses. He was just a client, that's all men ever were to her, she would go to them, get her job done and come home, that was always where things ended for Buffy. None ever followed her home; no one ever got her phone number, if they wanted her than they called the agency. So it was strange when Angel had this affect on her, she shook off the feeling, dismissing it before she had a chance to make any sense of it.

Buffy Summers never let anyone into her heart, and never would, to much had happened to her in the past, and she would never put herself through that again. She wandered around the pent house, taking it all in as she waited for Angel, settling down on the couch as he tipped room service for their prompt delivery. She was so nervous, which was something extremely rare for the blonde. She was the one to make men nervous not the other way round. It's just one night. She whispered to herself, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. It was the same thing she had told herself when she had started with the agency. But that one night was enough to show her, show her the money she could be making all on her own, like she was and would always be. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and adjusted her dress as Angel dimmed the lights and then slowly approached her. I thought that maybe we could start with a drink. He said coming to a stop in front of her. She smiled taking the champagne flute out of his hands. Easing himself down beside her he was about to start things off with a toast, to her. But when his eyes locked with her crystal green ones, he lost his train of thought and instead of saying something sweet or romantic, he chose to do what he had wanted to do since she walked into the club earlier that evening. Leaning forward he caught her slightly parted lips in a kiss. Buffy was caught off guard, so much so that her champagne glass fell to floor, the sparkling liquid seeping into the plush rug. Pulling away she tried to apologize that was until Angel dropped his own glass which met hers on the floor. She smiled, he wanted her, and she loved it. Yet she hated that Angel kissing her surprised her so much, it made her feel as though she wasnt in control and that was something that in her line of work she always had to be. She had to make it clear that that was the case here as well, and the good thing about that was, it was going to be fun. Scooting over she settled into his lap, then forced her lips back on his, this time getting a better taste of what she could only describe as divine. Her fingers found the buttons on his shirt and quickly set to work undoing each one with such haste. Angel pulled her closer, enjoying the feel of her pinned up against him, he wanted her more than he thought possible. His hands slowly crept under her soft black dress, and up to cup her ass, pulling her closer so his erection was pressing against her so intimately. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt his firm member pressed against her, she wanted him now, which she found slightly odd, as she had never really

*wanted* any of her other clients, but Angel was a completely different story. Lifting her dress over her head Angel paused once he got a view of her, straddling him wearing nothing but a black strapless bra and thong. Attacking her lips again he helped her work on his pants. Once she had the belt undone and had pulled the zipper down, she rose to her feet, and Angel watched a little confused. She couldn't be leaving, not after getting him this worked up, although even if she did he would still think he'd gotten his monies worth, a minute of her time was worth the amount he had paid for her for the entire night. Once she was on her feet Buffy reached for his pants and pulled them free, taking his boxers with them. Buffy smiled, very pleased with what she saw, Angel was very well equipped. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she moved in closer so she was now kneeling between his thighs. She reached out, gently tracing his penis with the pads of her fingers. Angel groaned as her manicured nails scraped over the tip. Stretching his arms across the back of the couch he closed his eyes and gave himself up to the torment she was bestowing upon him. Wrapping her hand around his hard shaft she slowly set to work, bringing him so close to the edge when she leant in closer and teasingly ran her tongue over the tip of his erection. Angel almost growled at that and with each passing second he wanted her more, he desperately needed her hot little mouth surrounding him, and his needs were met. Taking him into her mouth she drove him crazy, the things she could with her tongue, well he was sure that even if he were to sleep with every woman in the world, none would know how to please him so, and yet he still hadn't slept with her. If only he had of known that this was one thing she never did for her other clients. This was something she did for Angel tonight because she couldn't resist him, or the urge to please him so. She took him in deeper, her hand drifting lower to fondle his balls. Was it right that she was doing this, pleasing him as though he were her lover and not a paying customer? It didnt matter; none of it would after tonight. She kept at her task until he couldn't take it anymore and he came, spilling his seed into her mouth. Buffy swallowed as Angel tried to pull himself back together. When he had called the agency earlier on in the evening never would he have imagined that he would be sitting in a hotel room more sated than he had ever been in his entire life. Any other woman and he would have had no desire for anything more, but when he felt Buffy straddling him once again, it was an entirely different story. Smiling down at him as his eyes met hers; she reached behind her back and

very slowly undid her bra clasp. When she pulled the garment away and revealed her plump breasts, Angel swallowed audibly. Leaning forward once again she brought her lips down to his and met him in a heated kiss. The moment their tongues started their joust Angel brought his hands up to cup her perky breasts, brushing her firm nipples with the pads of his thumbs. His hands slid down lower settling on her panties, he slowly started to slide them down over her thighs. Buffy helped him by swinging her legs over to one side, and Angel completely removed them as his eyes trailed across her now naked form. Just looking at her made him harder, something that even Buffy noticed. She repositioned herself, pushing Angel back against the couch as she rose to her knees and slid down his hard length. She paused for a moment then pulled him in deeper as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Rocking her hips as Angels hands ventured down to grip her ass Buffy was prepared to make this a night that not even she would forget. This was all wrong, Buffy felt so damn good, and he wanted this moment to last forever. But she was a call girl, and he was a successful businessman that never had time for anything more than a one night stand. He knew right there, as she was riding him, that this was it, that they couldnt see each other again, and as much as he hated the idea he knew it was for the best. ********** Their night together had started out in a dark club, then there was dancing, then unforgettable sex on the couch, and then another three more times in the main bedroom. So unforgettable that Buffy could easily say she had never been pleased so much so ever before. She quickly sat up in bed as she noticed that the sun had actually risen, she never stayed past dawn. Reaching out to pull the covers off herself she was interrupted by Angels large hand catching her own. Stay. He begged, pulling her down to lay flat against his chest. She smiled wanting to give into his request, more than anything she wanted to spend the day wrapped in his tight embrace, but as she had reminded herself time and time again Buffy Summers didnt get involved. I cant, I really do have to go. She whispered, she had a lot of things to get done anyway. Okay. He said letting her slip out of his arms, he couldnt exactly just take the

day off, in fact he was already running late. So why was it that when Buffy walked out of his hotel room ten minutes later he wanted to blow his whole schedule and follow her out that door. This was wrong, Angel never dated for this reason, he couldnt let it happen, he couldnt start falling for her. Chapter 4 Angel, Angel. She couldn't control herself, so his name kept escaping her lips in a never ending breathless chant. They couldn't stop, neither of them wanted to, all they wanted was for this moment to last, this feeling, the warmth they found in each other, the passion between them, all of it boiled down to one thing, pure ecstasy. Keep saying it. he groaned, he wanted to hear her sweet voice over and over, because the way she called out to him, it brought him closer and closer to that edge. Even though he wanted so desperately to keep going, and make this incredible sex last through the entire night, he wanted to reach that bliss just as badly. The woman writhing beneath him, the one arching in response to his every touch, every thrust, that woman was the one that made it difficult for him to think straight. One leg over his shoulder and the other hooked around his hip, she met him with each downward stroke, begging him for more. And Buffy never was one to beg. But when it came to Angel, she couldn't get enough. Her body had a will of its own, and even when she didn't want it to, it responded. Her mind told her no, yet it couldnt contain her cries of passion. She brought her leg down, wrapping it around his hip like her other, as he kept thrusting in and out of her. The sound of their hips colliding, his short pants, and her mewls filled the room, and made it hard for Angel to focus on his task. He didn't want to come without pleasing her; he wanted her to feel the way she made him. There was no doubt about reaching his peak tonight, it was inevitable, and with each and every thrust after that he got closer and closer. Angel...... her last cry was too much for him to bear; he couldn't hold it in any longer. Fuck He cursed as he felt her inner walls spasm, clenching down on his cock. That was it; he stumbled, joining her in the depths of ecstasy, his breath erratic on her neck where his sweaty brow found its resting place. Her grip tightened around his hips, neither wanted to move from their position. In a few seconds he'd be firm again and wanting more, Buffy had no objections to that. She planned on staying until she wore him out, or at least the other way around.

Angel? He shook his head quickly snapping out of his thoughts, but it was hard, the taste of her, her scent, her flesh, even thinking of her had him hard. He really couldn't get last night out of his mind. Angel. his friend repeated, trying to bring the man out of his trance. What? he snapped, not happy that he had been pulled away from her, the girl he'd paid for just last night. He could sit there and think of their coupling all day. If only he hadn't of let her leave that morning, if only he were with her right this minute, thrusting his hard cock in and out of her, biting down on her nipple as she came, calling his name. Considering his friend was standing at the door, he really shouldn't have been thinking of the blonde in that manner. Lunch, are you ready? His friend asked intruding into his large city view office. He sat there trying to think of anything but the previous night; right now he was in desperate need of a cold shower, or a minute in his adjoining mens room to relieve himself. Funny thing was he paid women to do that for him, and Buffy had many times last night, but just the thought or her, had him rock hard. He'd have to have her day and night just to quench that thirst. No he couldn't, he promised himself he wouldn't get involved, it was a one night thing. Angel OConnor didn't date, and if he did, it wouldn't be a call girl. How would his family react if they knew? They wouldn't be pleased that their son, who owned an international chain of hotels, was serious about a call girl, or as they would see it, a hooker, trash, although Buffy was far from it. He couldn't believe what he was doing, he was thinking of Buffy as more than just a good fuck, he was referring to her as relationship worthy, this was wrong; in fact it was very wrong. But what if? What if she was the ideal woman for him, what if their chemistry went beyond sex? Still it couldn't work, he couldn't introduce his family to a girl he'd paid for. Not as a girlfriend anyway. He also wondered what would have been if he had met her before she fell into the line of work she was in. That only lead him to the thought of what had caused her to choose the job she had? Surely it wasn't just for the fun of it, she had to be desperate for money, something that he had plenty of. Here he was still sitting in his office thinking about her, wishing he'd met her years ago. She was a call girl damn it, and he was one of her many clients, one she had probably forgotten by now. He needed to let go, and think of something else, anything but the intoxicating blonde. Well? His friend asked, standing impatiently at his door.

Angel finally realized that his friend was still indeed standing there. He looked back over at him, frustrated that no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get her out of his mind. Give me a minute. He insisted, if he stood up right this second, it would be a little obvious as to just how frustrated he really was. Xander his best friend nodded in reply, and let him know he would meet him by his car, and then he walked away closing the door behind him, leaving Angel to his thoughts. Reaching into his pocket in search of his keys, Angel pulled out something else. He'd forgotten already that he'd taken them when she'd left them behind at the hotel that morning. Pulling out her skimpy black thong Angel groaned, he'd need more than a minute to get her off his mind. With one hand on each of the arm rests, he pushed himself out of his chair and walked towards the wash room just off his office. Closing the door behind him, he began to relieve himself, clutching her panties tightly with his free hand. ********** She was surprised, considering the call she had gotten the next morning about how pleased Mr. OConnor was with her choice for him that night. But now when he had called back to make another so called appointment, the surprising thing was, he requested anyone other than Buffy. The funny thing about that was that Buffy said almost the same thing. She insisted that Angel was a once off and that she wasn't really interested in another meeting. It had been three days since their last and for that matter first, and by the look on Buffy's face the next day, it had gone over well, as Andrea had never seen the woman looking so radiant. But at the mention of his name, and possibly becoming the only girl he dealt with from the agency, she froze. She'd made a deal with herself, she wouldn't meet with Angel again, no matter how much he was willing to pay, he affected her in a way no other could, and that alone got to her. From now on she wouldnt think of him, shed push those strange feelings away, the ones that were telling her just how much she wanted to see him again. ********** He didnt move, didnt make any response to her leaving his hotel room, he could care less. It had been two whole weeks since the night hed spent with Buffy, and in those two weeks he had tortured himself with other women from the agency. Darla couldnt keep up, without a doubt she was no match at all for the other blonde, the one he tried not to think about, yet it was harder than it seemed.

Cordelia was the last of the few women hed had recently, and once again she was another to add to that list. Not a single one of them could meet Buffys standards. In fact he just didnt find himself as enthusiastic as he was with her. The only reason he seemed to have a different woman in his bed each night, was because he needed release, and the only way he found it, was when he demanded that they kept their mouths shut, just like his eyes were as he imagined Buffy, and replayed their one night over in his mind. It was the only way he could come. Sighing he gave up fighting himself and reached for the phone by his bed. Dialing the number he had stored in his memory, he was going to put himself out of his misery. There was no way he was going to go another night without her.