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“Okay, Tyson, how old are you?”

“Twenty-five.”

Holy shit. He’s just a baby.

Fiddling with the sleeve of my shirt, I can’t help but ogle him one more time. “I… think… Tyson, surely there are other ways for you to make money.”

“But they don’t pay as well, and I’m good at what I do.” He smiles slyly at me and winks. “I’d ask how old you are, but I do know it’s not proper toeverask a woman her age.”

“You are correct, but I’ll tell you anyhow. It’s only right. I asked your age,” I shrug. “I’m thirty-nine.”

Tyson’s eyes widen as he takes me in with a new set of eyes. “You look great for thirty-nine. If I had guessed, I would have said twenty-six.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Jacobs.”

Was I flirting with him now?

Even though I’m sure he’s blowing smoke up my ass, I can’t help but smile. I’ll take twenty-six any day.

“I can’t wrap my head around the fact thatyouhiredme.”

“You’re telling me. I’ve never done this before and then to find you on the other side of the door. Well…”

“A bit of a shock for me too.” He finishes for me. Smiling softly, he asks. “Why did you hire an escort?”

Letting out a bitter laugh, I sit in the chair closest to the window. “Because I haven’t had sex in close to two years, and I wanted to feel good again.” Tears well up in my eyes, and the room becomes a blur. “I’m almost forty and divorced.”

Moving to kneel down in front of me, Tyson takes my hands in his. “Don’t cry, Sadie. You’re much too beautiful to cry. Let’s move over to the bed. I’m willing to bet that I can make you feel good.”

“Isn’t this going to make things awkward at the office?” I ask as I walk with him.

Smiling genuinely at me, he replies. “Only if you make it awkward.”

“I’m being serious, Tyson.” I huff out in annoyance.

“Personally, I’ve never worked with someone I’ve had sex with. I won’t make it awkward if you won’t. Deal?” He winks with a sexy smirk on his face.

Thoughts of my gay husband and how he was my only lover plague me. What if I’d driven him to be with a man?

My body’s rigid as I sit beside him, “What if I’m not any good at this?”

“Relax,” he brushes a strand of hair from the side of my face. “Surely you’re not still a virgin. Youweremarried.” His hands find my shoulders and start to massage. His touch is divine, even if it is only on my shoulders. Or am I that desperate for the human touch?

“I’m not a virgin, but…”

“Let me take care of you. Make you feel good,” he whispers into my ear.

His hot breath eases something inside of me, and I relax against his touch.

“Please,” I say breathlessly.

Was that me? I sounded… sexy.

Pulling me onto his lap, Tyson begins to slowly unbutton my blouse. “Sorry about spilling coffee on you earlier today.”

“Don’t ruin the moment,” I rush out, placing my hands to his hard chest.

His only response is to chuckle. Kissing up the side of my neck, he continues to undo each button. Slowly he slides my top from my shoulders and down my arms. His eyes feast on my see-through black lace bra.

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