Page 23 of Tequila & Lace
“Something like that. How long have you been with S&R?”
“Too long.” I chuckled. “How about I buy you breakfast and we can talk all about it?”
“You want to buy me breakfast?”
“Sure why not?”
“Don’t you have work?”
I laughed. “As in a date?”
She blushed. “Oh, right.”
I wasn’t sure why she blushed or why she seemed confused. Maybe her old company had weird hours. We had day dates, of course, but it was usually after coffee. “How long have you been an escort?”
She took another sip of her coffee. “Not that long.”
“Might need to show you some of my moves.” She choked on her coffee. “Are you okay? I was only joking.”
When she could speak again, she said, “Yeah, I’m fine. You sleep with your clients?”
“Aw, gorgeous, you think I’m gonna tell you all my secrets when we’ve just met?” I smirked.
“Will you if I let you buy me breakfast?”
“Oh, you’re good.”
She stood and went to the dishwasher. “I’m going to go change so I can learn your dirty secrets.”
I watched her ass as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. Having Andi as a roommate was going to be much better than having a dog.
Chapter Seven
Andi
If I could march into the office back in D.C., I would rip Eric a new one. I didn’t care if he was my boss. How dare he place me in a house with a man and not a woman? I didn’t care if I was twenty-nine. Who does that? There had to have been a better solution than sending me to a strange city to live with Paul.
The entire week leading up to me moving to Vegas, I’d researched Saddles & Racks. I’d memorized every escort they had. So when Paul opened the door, I knew exactly who he was. I didn’t know he lived in the house until he said he didn’t know his new roommate was going to be a woman. His address was in the file, of course, but he wasn’t on my radar when I researched S&R so I didn’t recognize my new address. Plus I had flown across the country and I was dead tired when I’d arrive. Let alone the fact he had been shirtless when he’d opened the door and I’d lost all train of thought. I didn’t know my new roommate was going to look like sin in the form of a man who could ride me…
Gah, what the hell was I thinking?
I’d just met the man and I hadn’t had sex since that dreadful night, but the thought of Paul’s chest and abs when he opened the door sent a tingle to my toes that started in my belly and I was instantly on defense. I knew I was a bitch to him, but I’d had to be. That’s what I’d become.
I changed my tactic because I had to get info out of him. I woke up early—well, early for west coast time—grabbed coffee and reviewed my notes. When Paul came out—shirtless again, I tried to get him to tell me about some of his clients. He wouldn’t, of course.
So I settled for breakfast.
“How long do I have to wait for your dirty secrets?”
Paul stopped mid-bite of his scrambled eggs. “You know we met less than twenty-four hours ago, right?”
I shrugged. “I figured since we’re going to be roommates that we should get them over with.” That wasn’t true. Earlier when we were talking about secrets, it had slipped out. Now I was trying to keep the conversation going over breakfast.
“Are you going to tell me yours?” He smirked.
No.“Maybe.” I took a sip of my orange juice.
He eyed me for a few beats and I got the sense that he was looking deep into my soul. I wasn’t used to it. I was used to being the one reading people; I’d learned it from Seth. Over the years, he’d taught me how to get answers, to learn the truth. We were good at our jobs.
