Encounter
"I want an Angel to spend one week with me," Harold Thompson shot out to the manager of Nightstorm Angels as he paced the floor.
At thirty, he had a well-built physique, one that is dominating, and most of all, imposing. Those big Emerald eyes pinned that the principal of the Angel's house of girls.
Mrs. Penny, A petite lady in her mid-fifties shrugged behind the desk.
"We have a few once who seem available, Mr. Thompson, but causing a scene wouldn't help.
Harold knew the lady was right, but he had no second to spare, he was a man who didn't content himself with trivial issues like engaging in relationships, he was too bored with them, especially after Chloe had deceived him five years ago.
She had feigned to be pregnant with him, and he had extorted a large sum of money and fled with her love. Harold had been in Italy, building one of his companies, he wanted to be sure it stood firmly, and his workers did a great job.
At the time the news had been brought to him, he knew it was too far to get the revenge he wanted. Harold had locked his heart away from any love intended affairs.
But today, he found himself desperately in need of a lover__ one he could pass off as a real lover of course.
"Causing a scene will actually do me a great deal of help now. I have other things in mind to think about than a mere Angel for myself, you know? Besides, I want the best your agency can offer," he said hissing.
Harold was arrogant, everyone told him that, but he looked past that flaw of his as he knew it was the world who had made him this tough.
Mrs. Penny heaved a sigh, picked out a card, and scribbled down on it. He stretched it out, and then Harold was an inch to snatching it from her hand when she pulled it back to her side.
"Devil's guts!" he blurted out as he eyed the lady with piercing devilish eyes.
"Not so fast, Mr. Thompson, the best girl I have here has been booked already, but with a little toying from your part, you can secure her now," Mrs. Penny shot out.
Her grey eyes loomed around the man, she knew who he was from the moment he had entered her office, a billionaire can never hide, even if he tried so hard.
"Name your price," he said his eyes darting through hers immensely.
"Twenty thousand, and the lady is yours, Harold. She listens to me, and is well trained to attend to gentlemen like you," Mrs. Penny said wildly.
Harold was growing mad with the older lady's sharp tongue, he wanted to be done with her already, but it was hard because she had what he seemed to be needing now.
Sighing, he pulled the money from his wallet and slammed it on the door.
"The fucking note!" he shot out grinding winding his teeth.
Mrs. Penny made sure the money was safely in her keep before she pushed the note towards Harold's side of the desk.
Harold needed a companion to accompany him to his father's seventy-fifth birthday party. The older man expected too much from him as the oldest son of two children he had. His kid brother was somewhere enjoying his life to the fullest.
The moment Harold grabbed the thick pad of paper, he had no chance to read it because instantly, the door pushed open and a lady walked into the office, fuming.
For a second, Harold was trapped on the ground, he glared as the girl slammed the door behind her, she was the fairest and pretties lady his eyes had ever seen.
A pool of chestnut hair flowed behind the lady's back, they were rich locks of hair, and those auburn eyes of were locked behind strong glasses.
That was beautiful, he didn't know why he was acting like a fool, but he kept a close distance, admiring her.
From the look of her face, she was not happy, that heart shape face of hers was contorted as she frowned she was looking forth to one thing, challenging Mrs. Penny.
"Mrs. Penelope, I am so enraged with the sharp mouth and pervert callous man you have set up with me this weekend. He has bad breath, and that potbelly of his is so irritating," Michelle Donnelly shot out at the top of her voice.
She did not notice the young man who had been standing beside the end of the room, she was too focused on the principal of Nightstorm Angels so much that she was unaware of her surrounding.
Harold noticed her sunflower gown, it reached to her knee exposing the best pair of straight white legs. Harold felt his chest tighten. The lady was perfect, curvy in all the right places.
Mrs. Penny blushed warmly as she noticed Harold watching closely.
"Please, calm down, Miss Donnelly, have a sit," she said in restraint calmness.
There is no doubt that she was trying to put the situation under control, well, Miss Donnelly seemed stubborn.
"No, Penelope, I am not going to sit down. The man touched me twice already, you might damn well know what he wants__ sex. I am not going to give him that. I demand you return his money at once," Michelle shot out.
She was an epitome of female beauty, today when she had turned up to come to the Nightstorm Angels building to get in touch with her client, she had been shocked by the latter's performance.
Mrs. Penny flushed, as she tried to resolve this situation.
"For heaven's sake, Miss Donnelly, listen to what I have to say first," the principal shot out.
Her barking seemed to annoy Michelle, she was not intimidated by it for a mild second.
"Refund Mr. Gilbert's money, I have no interest to be his Angel," she said daringly.
Harold felt like he had heard enough, he cleared his throat then. Michelle turned around and grew pale instantly.