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Pulling out my purse, I grab a twenty out and hand it to her. “Why don’t you run down to Starbucks and get us both a drink and one of their delicious cake pops or something like that?”

Her mouth forms an ‘O’. “You don’t have to do that. I can buy my own.”

“I know you can, but I want to. I’m sorry for snapping. I’m so stressed out about getting this account; it’s taking up every hour that I’m awake, and I took it out on you.”

“I understand, and don’t worry about it. Maybe whatever’s in that box will help you out. Any idea what’s inside?” she asks, eying the box.

“No idea,” I shake my head as I try to remember if I’m supposed to receive any packages, but I’m positive I hadn’t ordered anything in the past month or two.

Waiting until Amanda is out of my office and the door is firmly shut, I grab for my scissors excitedly like a kid in a candy store. I love opening unexpected things. I open the box to find it filled with red tissue paper and the amazing scent of chocolate.

Digging in, I find a baker’s box filled with brownies. My favorite. Underneath the box is a card with my name written in messy script.

I don’t want to get my hopes up, but I want my package to be from Tyson. I need him to think about me as much as I have him since our rendezvous in the elevator. Slipping my finger underneath the flap, I pull out a thick cream sheet of stationary that is folded over.

Sadie,

It’s been almost two weeks since I last saw you, and I hate to believe that you’re avoiding me again. I know you’ve been working on a big project, so I’ll chalk up your absence in the halls due to that. For now. As for me, I can’t stop thinking about you every second of the day. The way you felt when I was deep inside you. I need you, again. I’ve booked our room for this Saturday night. Same time, same place. I hope to see you there.

Tyson

How didTyson know that brownies are my favorite? Is it a coincidence? The real question is whether or not I’ll show up on Saturday. Who am I kidding? Of course, I’ll to show up. In fact, I would be finding time during the week to shop for some new lingerie.

As I go back to work nibbling on a brownie, I try not to dwell on the fact that his job is to sleep with women, and that there’s a fourteen-year age difference.

I could do this.

We’re only having fun.

4

Tyson

Loungingback against the headboard with my ankles crossed, I look out the window to the city lights twinkling in the dark.

I’m early.

Sadie isn’t late.

I have to believe she’ll be here.

It was the longest week of my life and that’s saying something, all things considered. Saturday couldn’t come fast enough, and now that it’s finally here, I’m still waiting.

It’s been almost a month since that fateful night when Sadie opened the door as my client, looking nervous. I’ve been attracted to her from the moment I saw her, even when I noticed her wedding ring. Obviously, I hadn’t acted on my attraction until she hired me.

Her husband is an idiot for letting her go, but I won’t make the same mistake he did.

Sadie is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her hair is long and brown, a shade or two darker than my own with a slight wave to it, but it’s her whiskey colored eyes that first caught my attention.

Every time I close my eyes, I see those whiskey eyes sparkling down at me as she rode me. Making me have an erection on a near permanent basis.

The only thing that had caused my dick to go flaccid was when I got the call that I’d been hired for another job. In all honesty most of the women who hired me didn’t want sex. They wanted a man to listen to their problems, to escort them to work functions, or to make an ex-boyfriend or husband jealous. The job I was hired for was not for a nice and innocent date. No, Caroline wanted it nasty. She was my least favorite client, but she paid double for what she wanted. Before now I’d never turned her down.

I knew then that I had to quit.

After the agency’s phone call about my upcoming job, I took a hard look at my finances. In a little over a month, I would find out if Mathers would take me for the position I was interning for. Unless I royally fucked up, I’d get the job. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was a start with a great chance of advancing within the first six months, plus they had amazing benefits. It would be enough for me to get by. I’m a simple man who only wants to pay off his debt. Getting sick my senior year of college, and having to take an entire semester off while I focused on getting healthy, had derailed my career plans and my life. With only six more payments, my medical bills would finally be paid off, and I could breathe easier at night.

There is no way for me to be with Sadie and continue as an escort. There’s always a chance someone will hire me for my body and not my company for the night. Since Sadie had hired me for that very reason, I had a feeling it would be hard to persuade her otherwise, and I needed all the luck I could get to convince her to giveusa shot.

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