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nights. If he fucks as good as he looks I’m going to be one very lucky woman in a couple of hours’ time. I’m almost hoping he’s a fast eater. Dinner can’t be over too quickly as far as I’m concerned.
    ‘I’ll go see where that champagne’s got to, huh?’
    I watch as he swaggers over to the bar, his hands in his pockets, every female head in the room turning the second he walks past. He could have any woman he wants. Yet he chooses to pay for someone like me. And I can’t help but wonder why.
     
     
    Neal
     
    She’s beautiful. And when I say beautiful, I don’t mean just pretty or easy on the eye; she is stunning. I don’t know what I was expecting – she’s a popular escort, so I guess I wasn’t expecting plain. But she’s got my guts in a fucking knot so tight I had to make some excuse to get up and take a few seconds to breathe.
    I collect the champagne and glasses and head back to our table. She’s checking her phone, but the second I sit back down it’s in her purse and her attention is fixed solely on me. She knows how to play this game, which is probably why we’re both so comfortable in each other’s company already. Yet, there’s a part of me that isn’t sure how to handle this one. I had a feeling she was gonna be different to any escort I’ve used before, but I wasn’t counting on this.
    I want to ask her so many questions, but I know that’s off limits, unless she initiates that kind of conversation. Which I really hope she does, but there’s something about her that’s telling me she may be a touch guarded. I don’t know why, I just feel it. She’s giving off something that’s saying don’t get too close, but that could just be the nature of her job. I’m paying for dinner and sex; this isn’t a real date. And I don’t want it to be. I haven’t dated for over six years and I like it that way. Keep your distance, don’t let anyone get too close.
    ‘So, I’m going to take a wild guess and say that I don’t think you’re from around here. Am I right?’
    I laugh, and she smiles, and I want to forget dinner. ‘You’re right. I’m originally from Austin , Texas , but I live in New York now. I’ve got an apartment in Manhattan , but I’ve also got homes in Los Angeles and Las Vegas , too.’
    She raises an eyebrow, and I wonder if that was too much. Did she need to know that? Did it make me sound like a conceited dick with way too much money? I’m just good at what I do, that’s all. I’m guessing she is, too.
    ‘I’ve always wanted to go to Vegas,’ she says, taking a small sip of champagne, but her eyes never leave mine. It’s the biggest fucking turn-on, I tell you…
    ‘I think you’d like it there.’
    I think I’d like it between her beautiful legs, and that’s where I intend to be, in a very short space of time. Room service is looking more likely by the second, and I don’t know whether she can feel it too, but there’s something happening here. And I have no clue what it is, but it’s so hot I can almost feel it burning my skin.
    ‘Are you really hungry?’ she whispers, leaning in closer to me and I breathe in her perfume – a musky, sexy smell that just makes me want to fuck her even more.
    ‘No. Not at all.’
    ‘You’re not even curious about that lobster?’
    I can’t help but give her the widest grin, and she returns it.
    The message is clear now.
    Dinner’s off the menu.

Three
     
    Kira
     
    He certainly hasn’t cut corners when it comes to the room he’s got here at the hotel. I’ve been in a fair few rooms at The Draysman, but never a suite like this one. He must either be seriously loaded, or his company is. I’m assuming he must have some kind of job, something that’s brought him here to the UK, and I’m itching to ask him what he actually does, but I know questions like that are frowned upon. Unless the client wants to tell me anything about himself, it’s not really up to me to ask personal questions.
    He locks the