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“I’m Cole Bryson. You must be Elena.” He came forward and shook her hand, then turned to me. “And you must be Jenny.”

I stared at him, dumbfounded. A funny feeling passed through me, a shiver, and time seemed to slow down. My tongue felt heavy in my mouth. My head hurt. There was something about this guy… It was this weird, physical feeling, sort of like déjà vu.

I didn’t understand it. For a moment, I felt afraid.

Elena glanced at me. When I didn’t say anything, she leaned closer. “Jenny…?” She sounded like I was an actor who’d missed their prompt, which was pretty much true.

Sixty-five thousand dollars. A billionaire all my own.

Do not fuck this up, girl!

I came back to earth with a thud.

“Of course I’m Jenny!” I smiled at Cole Bryson and stuck my chest out like my life depended on it, which it basically did. “And ho my frickin’ God, we are going to have so much fun!”

CHAPTER 9

Cole

Ho my frickin’God, indeed.

Jenny the escort was, hands down, the prettiest girl I’d ever seen in my life. I’d been with plenty of gorgeous women, but not all beautiful women werepretty, not like she was. Jenny’s was an accessible beauty, All-American, her friendly, open face impossible to look away from.

Her dirty-blond curls tumbled over her shoulders, her complexion was dewy and fresh, and her full, pouty lips were natural and incredible. Then there was her figure. My escort had perfectly round, bouncy breasts—and I could tell just by looking at them that they were real, perfect just the way nature intended. Her body was toned but also lush. She was just so natural, down to the expression of pure excitement on her face.

She’d only said a few words to me, but I could already tell that I’dnevermet anyone like Jenny before.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Jenny. And I agree, we are going to have a great couple of weeks.” I held out my arm for her. “Shall we?”

“Yeah. We shall.” She grinned at me and took my arm. I was momentarily engulfed by her scent, something coconut-y mixedwith a spiciness that reminded me vaguely of patchouli oil. Whatever it was, it made my mouth water.

Jenny tossed her hair over her shoulder and eyed me as we followed Elena from the lobby. “You smell good,” she said.

Her statement, so direct and unrehearsed, caught me off guard. “Why… Thanks. So do you.”

She grinned in pleasure. “Thanks. I use a coconut body spray. I think it smells wicked good.”

“It does.” I grinned back. “It does smell wicked good.”

When was the last time a woman had said “wicked good” in my presence?Prep school? College?In any event, it was refreshing. Jenny wasn’t putting on any airs for me, and I appreciated the hell out of it.

She grinned more, pleased. That’s when I started believing that the next two weeks were going to be fun.Fun.When was the last time I’d had that? Firing the previous hockey coach was the only thing that came to mind, but that was satisfying, not fun. Not the same thing.

I swiped my Black Amex card at the front desk, not giving the hefty price tag a second thought. I would’ve paid triple. Jenny was worth every cent; I could already tell.

“Do you like Italian food?” I asked, putting my arm around her.

“Love it,” she said immediately.

“Then let’s go to the North End for a quick bite. I know just the place.” I turned to Elena. “Can you have her things sent over? I’m at Fifty Liberty in the Seaport.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Bryson. I hope you enjoy yourself.” The madam smiled at me with genuine warmth. Ihadjust paid her a large sum of money. “Jenny, I’ll check in with you later this week. Let me know if you need anything.”

Jenny winked at her. “I think I’m all set, Elena.”

She snuggled up happily against me as I led her out. We’d just met, but it was good to have my arm around her, her warm body tucked next to mine. She fit perfectly against my chest. With the sun shining on us and my gorgeous hired date next to me, I felt like a million dollars.

Scratch that. I felt like abilliondollars. Which, I’m not going to lie, was a hell of a lot better.

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