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  “Good. I like Texas.” I smiled. “Are you staying for dinner?”

  “No. Not tonight. I’m teaching yoga over at the studio. In fact,” she glanced at her watch, “I better get going.”

  “Stella, Auntie Sasha is leaving. Come say goodbye,” I shouted down the hallway.

  Stella came running in and hugged Sasha goodbye.

  “You’re not staying for dinner?” Stella pouted.

  “Not tonight, missy. I have a yoga class to teach.”

  Sasha Hathaway and I had been friends since junior high school. She was there for me when my mom was sick and she was there for me with Stella. Not only was she one of my best friends, she was my personal assistant and helped out with Stella from time to time. As far as anyone outside my little circle was concerned, I was a freelance marketing consultant. After Daniel left me, I took some college classes in marketing with the hopes of moving up in the company I had worked for. Little did I know they’d go under and it would become my perfect cover.

  3

  Brielle

  The clients who hired me always saw me in disguise. Long brown hair, emerald-green eyes, and a face full of makeup. Never did I allow any of my clients to see my true self. The last thing I needed was for them to recognize me on the street. Plus, it was safer that way. I also never allowed them to know my real name: Brielle Winters. They only knew me as Emmy Pine. When you’re in the kind of business I am, you have connections. Connections that allowed me to obtain a fake ID, credit cards, and bank accounts in my escort name.

  “Now you be good for Grandma.” I smiled as I brushed a strand of Stella’s hair out of her face.

  “I always am.” She grinned.

  “I love you and I’ll see you in a couple of days.” I hugged her tight.

  “I love you too, Mommy.”

  “Have a safe trip, honey,” my mom spoke as she hugged me.

  “Thanks, Mom.”

  I grabbed my suitcase and my bag, headed out the door and down to the lobby where Ben was waiting for me. As I sat in the back of the car, I did my makeup and put on my wig. Every time I left Stella, I felt a pain in my heart.

  “Have a safe trip, Brielle. I’ll be here when you get back.”

  “Thanks, Ben. I’ll see you in a couple of days.” I smiled as I climbed out and he shut the door behind me.

  Walking into the airport, I checked in, made it through security, and took my seat in first class, compliments of Derek Willows. He had been a long-time client of mine. Four years to be exact. He was the CEO of Willow Vineyards in California. We met when I was out there with another client of mine. I was convenient for him and only saw him when he traveled. He was mid-fifties, six feet tall, salt and pepper hair that was perfectly kept and brown eyes. He and his wife Trish had been married for twenty-five years and they had four children. I was his escape. Something he desperately craved. We had become close friends over the past four years. He could talk to me about things he couldn’t with his wife and that took some of the pressure off him. That was what most of my clients told me. It just wasn’t always about the sex. A majority of the time, it was about understanding and just being there to listen to them.

  When I arrived in Texas, there was a car waiting for me to take me to the Rosewood Manor on Turtle Creek hotel. When I walked into the lobby, I saw Derek standing there, looking dapper in his designer navy blue suit.

  “Hello, darling.” He smiled as he took my hands and kissed my cheek.

  “Hello, Derek.” I returned his smile.

  He took my suitcase and my bag from me and we took the elevator up to his suite.

  “Nice,” I said as I looked around. “So how’s Trish doing?”

  “She’s Trish,” he spoke as he walked over to the bar and poured me a glass of red wine. “Devon moved out and now it’s just the two of us in that big house. So you can imagine how things are. It’s like we don’t even know each other anymore. Anyway, how are you?”

  “I’m good.” I smiled.

  “Business going good?” he asked.

  “Yes. Business is really good.”

  “Good. I’m happy to hear that. Tonight’s event is formal, so there’s a dress I rented for you hanging in the closet along with some jewelry in a box on the dresser.”

  “Thank you, Derek.”

  He took the glass from my hand and set it on the table. Bringing his hand up to my face, he softly kissed my lips.

  “It’s been quite a while since I’ve had sex, so I’ve been looking forward to this since I booked you.”

  After our romp in the sack, he ordered room service for us and we chatted about what was going on in his life and his business before we were to attend the event. While he showered, I touched up my makeup and ran a brush through my brown hair. After slipping into the strapless black form-fitted dress that was hanging in the closet, Derek took the diamond necklace from the box and slipped it around my neck.

  “You look as beautiful as always, Emmy.”

  “And you look as handsome as always.” I smiled as I straightened his bow tie.

  The thing with these business events was I was never the only escort in the room. These types of men always brought escorts with them while their wives sat at home. They had a guy code: I won’t tell if you won’t.

  The event was being held outside in the garden area, which was astoundingly beautiful. Waiters and waitresses carrying around trays of champagne and hor d’oeuvres were dressed in black form-fitting suits. Round tables that seated eight were set up with fine white linen and china.

  “Derek, it’s good to see you,” a devilishly handsome man said as he approached.

  “Caden. How are you? I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

  “It was a last-minute thing,” he spoke as his eyes raked over me. “Is she with you?”

  “Yes, forgive me. Caden, this is Emmy. Emmy, this is Caden Chamberlain.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He slyly smiled as he extended his hand.

  “And you as well, Mr. Chamberlain.”

  His fingers wrapped around my hand as his eyes stared into mine. A few moments later, everyone was called to take their seats.

  “We’re at table fourteen,” Derek spoke.

  “So am I.” Caden grinned.

  Derek and I took our seats and Caden sat on the other side of me. I wasn’t going to lie and tell you that I felt comfortable, because I didn’t. Mr. Chamberlain made me very uncomfortable. I didn’t know if it was the way he stared at me with a hunger in his eyes or the fact that he was one hell of a sexy man. He was approximately thirty years old and stood six foot two with sassy light brown hair. He kept it shorter on the sides and a medium length on top, which was swept up, giving him an edgy look. He had a masculine jaw line, which sported a neatly kept five o’clock shadow, chiseled cheekbones, and deep blue eyes. I’d seen many men in my time, but no one that had ever caught my attention the way Caden Chamberlain had.

  After dinner, and before the guest speakers took their turn, I got up from my seat and headed into the hotel to use the ladies’ room. When I was finished, I couldn’t find Derek anywhere, so I went over to the bar to get a drink.

  “What can I get for you?” the bartender asked.

  “I’ll have a gin martini, neat, with a twist of lemon.”

  “Excellent choice,” I heard a voice say next to me.

  When I glanced over, I saw Caden leaning up against the bar with a smile on his face.

  “Thank you.”

  “I’ll have the same except no lemon,” he spoke to the bartender.

  “You haven’t by any chance seen Derek, have you?” I asked.

  “His phone rang, and he walked away to take the call. I haven’t seen him since. Did he hire you to spend the weekend with him?”

  The bartender set our drinks down and I quickly grabbed my glass and brought it up to my lips.

  “That’s something you’ll have to ask him yourself,” I replied.

  He stood there
with his drink in his hand and narrowed his eye at me.

  “I don’t have to ask him. I already know because there’s no way someone as gorgeous as you would hook up with that old geezer unless you were getting paid.”

  I raised my brow at him as I sipped my martini.

  “There you are.” Derek ran over to me in a panic. “I’m sorry, but I have to get back to California. Trish had a heart attack and they’re taking her into emergency surgery.”

  “Oh my god, Derek. I’m so sorry.”

  “If anything happens to her, Emmy.”

  I reached out and grabbed hold of his hand.

  “She’s going to be okay, Derek.”

  “Caden, when are you leaving here?” he asked him.

  “Tomorrow morning. Why?”

  “Can Emmy fly with you back to New York?”

  “That’s okay, Derek. I’ll book a flight.”

  “No,” Caden spoke. “You’re more than welcome to fly back with me on my private jet.”

  “It’s fine. I’ll pull up the flights now.” I reached in my purse and pulled out my phone.

  “I said you’re flying back with me,” he spoke in an authoritative tone. “There’s no sense in paying for a ticket change when you can fly absolutely free.”

  “Thank you, Caden. I have to run. Emmy, I’ll be in touch, darling.”

  4

  Caden

  She was one hell of a sexy woman, and the only thing I could think about was being buried deep inside her. My cock throbbed at the mere sight of her. She finished her drink, grabbed her purse, and got up from the bar stool.

  “It was nice to meet you, Mr. Chamberlain, but I think I’m going to call it a night.”

  “How much?” I asked.

  “Excuse me?”

  “How much for the night? The entire night?”

  “I’m sorry, but I don’t work that way.”

  “What’s the name of your agency? I’ll call them now and book you since there was a change in your plans.”

  “I don’t work for an agency, Mr. Chamberlain. I work for myself.”

  “Better yet.” I smirked. “Spend the night with me and I’ll pay you twenty thousand dollars.”

  “Twenty thousand dollars for one night?” Her brow raised.

  “Yes, because I get the feeling you’ll be worth every penny.”

  “Have you ever hired an escort before?” she asked.

  “No. I don’t need to. I can have any woman I want at any time.”

  “Then go find yourself one. There’s no sense in paying for sex when you can get it for free.” She slyly smiled at me as she walked away.

  I threw back my drink and set the glass down on the bar.

  “Meet me at the restaurant terrace tomorrow morning at nine a.m. and we’ll have breakfast together before we get on my plane and head back to New York. At least let me buy you breakfast.”

  She stopped, turned around, and stared at me for a moment.

  “I’ll tell you what, I’ll meet you for breakfast, but it’s on me. It’s the least I can do since you’re letting me fly home for free. Deal?” she asked with an arch in her brow.

  “Okay then. Deal.”

  I watched her walk away and step into the elevator. Her five-foot-seven slender body was sculpted to perfection. Judging by the way her cleavage looked in that dress, I would guess she was a natural C cup. All I needed was a little patience and soon enough my lips would be all over those beautiful breasts of hers and my cock would be feeling the warmth of her pussy.

  Brielle

  I stepped into the suite and kicked off my shoes. Who the hell was I to turn down twenty thousand dollars for one night with a man like Caden Chamberlain? I was stupid, nuts, and certifiably crazy. Derek paid me a total of twenty-five thousand for the weekend. So if I would have taken Mr. Chamberlain up on his offer, I would have walked away with a total of forty-five thousand dollars in my pocket. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t breaking my rule and potentially putting myself in danger. Plus, there was something about him that was taboo, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I had good instincts and my instincts told me that if I would have spent the night with him without proper procedure, I would have regretted it.

  I went into the bathroom to start a bath when I heard a knock at the door. Looking out the peephole, I saw it was Caden. Shit. What the fuck was he doing here? A nervousness settled inside me, so I went back to the bedroom, retrieved my gun from my bag and quickly loaded it just in case. Walking to the door, I placed my hand on the handle, stood behind it, and slowly opened it.

  “Emmy?” he spoke as he stepped inside.

  Cocking the gun, I pointed it to the back of his head.

  “Put your hands up and slowly turn around,” I spoke.

  “Holy shit. Are you pointing a gun to my head?”

  He did as I asked and slowly turned around.

  “How did you know what room I was in?”

  “I asked the front desk which room was Derek’s because you left your phone on the bar downstairs. It’s in the left pocket of my jacket. Feel free to get it yourself.”

  With the gun still pointed at him, I reached into his pocket and grabbed my phone.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “You’re welcome. I can see you’re overly cautious and that’s great. You should be. But do you think you can put that thing down? It’s making me really nervous. Please.” He begged.

  I put the safety back on and lowered my gun.

  “Thank you.” He let out a deep breath. “I will say you are the first person ever to point a gun at me.” The corners of his mouth curved upwards.

  “A woman can never be too careful.”

  “Hey, I totally agree.” He put his hand up. “Anyway, I just came here to give your phone back. I’ll see you on the terrace tomorrow morning. Have a good night.”

  “You too, Mr. Chamberlain.”

  “Please, just call me Caden.”

  Caden

  Damn, she didn’t play around. My heart was still beating out of my chest. But I wasn’t sure if it was from the fact that she could have shot me or that she looked incredibly sexy pointing that gun at me. I went back to my suite and poured myself a drink. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and the moment we got back to New York, she’d be mine for one night.

  5

  Brielle

  As I sat in the warm, bubbly tub, I sent my mom a text message.

  “Change of plans. I’m coming home tomorrow instead of Sunday.”

  “Why? What happened?”

  “His wife had a heart attack and he needed to leave.”

  “Oh dear. I hope she’s okay.”

  “Me too, Mom. Tell Stella I love her and I’ll be home tomorrow.”

  After I finished texting her, I sent a message to Ben letting him know of my change of plans.

  As soon as I finished my bath, I put on the fluffy white robe in the closet and sat down at the computer to find out more about Caden Chamberlain. He was thirty years old, just as I suspected and was the President of Chamberlain Essence, a billion-dollar flavoring company. His status was single, and he was one of New York’s most eligible bachelors. Clicking on the images tab, I found there were several pictures with him and a string of women on his arm.

  “You are quite the playboy, Mr. Chamberlain,” I said as I logged off the computer and went to bed.

  The next morning, I showered, put on my wig, my colored contacts, a face full of makeup, and dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a tank top. Grabbing my purse, I headed out the door and to the terrace to meet Caden for breakfast. When I arrived, I saw him sitting at a table, so I walked over and took the seat across from him.

  “Good morning.” He smiled.

  “Good morning.”

  “Coffee?” He reached for the small stainless steel pot that sat on the table.

  “Please.”

  “How did you sleep last night?” he asked.

  “I slept good. How about you?�
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  “Not so good. All I kept seeing when I closed my eyes was a gun pointed at me.” He smirked.

  “Again, I’m sorry about that.”

  “My plane has already arrived, so we can head to the airport as soon as we’re finished with breakfast.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “By the way, Emmy. What is your last name?” he asked as he sipped his coffee.

  “Why?” I gave him a smirk.

  “I have an event next Saturday night that I have to attend, and I would like to hire you to go with me.”

  “Why?” I narrowed my eye at him.

  “Because I think you’re a beautiful woman and I’d like your company. Good enough reason?”

  “But you can have any woman you want for free.”

  “True. But I’d like to take you.”

  “I’m already booked for next Saturday night.”

  “Cancel the booking. I’ll pay triple your rate and I promise I’ll be much better company than the old geezer who booked you.”

  “And how do you know he’s an old geezer?” I cocked my head.

  “Because I don’t think there are too many thirty-year-olds who hire escorts. Am I right?”

  “Yes. I suppose so. He’s a new client, though.”

  “Good. Then it’ll be even easier to cancel.” He grinned.

  “You have to go through a screening process first.”

  “No problem. I want you for the entire night. You can leave the next morning.”

  “I’m assuming you want sex,” I said as I sipped my coffee.

  “You assumed right.” He winked. “And a couple other things.”

  “Twenty thousand,” I spoke.

  The corners of his mouth curved upwards into a sly smile.

  “I know damn well you don’t charge that.”

  “You were willing to pay that last night,” I said with an arch in my brow.

  “Fine. Twenty thousand dollars for the night and you’re all mine.”

  I reached into my purse and pulled out my business card.