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Sadie

As I lookaround at my hotel room for the night, I can’t help but wonder what I’m doing. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d hire a male escort. Not only that, but I didn’t hire him to take me to a high school reunion or a wedding. No, I hired my escort for sex. Hopefully fabulous sex, because that had been sorely lacking in my marriage.

It had been a little more than a year and a half since I’d last had sex. Why you ask? Because I found out that my husband, Gerald, was gay. In my vows I promised fidelity, so I promptly filed for divorce when I found my then husband in bed with another man. Maybe his vows didn’t matter to him, but when I make a promise, I stick to it.

The day my divorce was finalized, I booked my date for the night online. My best friend, Erin, had promised me that the company was totally professional. She had used them multiple times for work functions and family events to keep the vultures at bay on her love life.

What no one knew was that my best friend was gay and had moved from the state, away from her nosy and judgmental family, so that she could be with her long-time girlfriend. They had even had a private wedding ceremony that I attended last year. They were beautiful and in love, and I hated that they had to move so far away so they could be together.

From the moment I woke up this morning, I’ve been a ball of nerves. Tonight, I was going to have sex with a man I paid for. A man I had never met. What had my life come to?

Then at work, a new intern who is drop-dead gorgeous, spilled coffee all over my carefully planned outfit. He’s a clumsy fool. From the moment he’d been hired, he never failed to drop something every time he was in my presence. Why he was still employed, I didn’t know.

Probably because he’s the office eye candy.

Now I wait with my nicely stained blouse and skirt on, my knee bounces when there’s a knock on the door. Imagine my surprise when I open the hotel door to find the clumsy intern leaning casually against the frame.

My knees go weak. How the hell am I going to explain this?

“Mrs. Frost?” he asks, eyes wide.

“Intern?” My mouth gapes open while my heart speeds up being in his proximity, and smelling his spicy scent.

Stepping out into the hall, I look both ways, sure that he’s gotten the wrong the room.

“My name’s Tyson. Tyson Jacobs.”

“How can I help you Mr. Jacobs?” Taking in his long, lean frame, I try not to drool. He’s well over six foot, standing a head over my five foot, seven inches. Tyson is one fine male specimen. A little young, but it never hurt to look. Wearing dark jeans with a black button-down shirt that did nothing to hide his muscular physique. His light brown hair is carefully combed to one side while normally it’s a dishelved mess at the office. His light green eyes are rimmed with a dark gray that glow as they peruse me.

“Are you my client?” he asks as he peers around me into the room. Does he think there’s someone else in there who hired him?

Noticing no one else is in the room, his eyes dart to my left ring finger. Yep, nothing there, buddy. Never again.

“Your client?” I stammer.

“Did you hire an escort?”

“Um…”

“Mrs. Frost, aren’t you married? I could have sworn I’ve seen a wedding ring on your finger at work.”

Had he been checking me out at work?

“As of today, I’m officially divorced.” I try not to say sadly.

Looking down the hall and then back at me, the intern skims my body from head to toe. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” I draw out as I take a step back letting him in. “Mr. Jacobs are you an escort?” I ask as I move across the room only to stop at the window.

“Indeed, I am.” He laughs awkwardly as he sits on the big king size bed that takes up most of the room. “I need the money, Mrs. Frost.”

“Please, I think we’re past the point of you calling me Mrs. Frost. Call me Sadie, Mr. Jacobs.”

A small smile graces his strong jaw. “Sadie.” The way he says my name sounds like a prayer being uttered from his delicious lips.

“Call me Tyson. So…”

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