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“I’m not sure why she’s upset. Maybe because I told you she was an escort,” James mumbled.

“Well, she’s right about that,” I said. “You probably shouldn’t have said anything. She was pretending to be your girlfriend and doing a pretty good job of it. You threw her under the bus with that one.”

He sighed. “Thanks a lot.”

“So she’s gone? Did you fire her? Or did she quit?” I asked.

“Neither,” he said.

“So why’d she go home? I thought she was with you for the next two weeks?”

James was quiet for a moment. “I think she just needed to be alone.”

“You mean she quit,” I insisted.

“Is that what it means?” He sounded confused and, more interestingly, upset.

“Sounds like she quit to me.” I let that sink in. “So if you two are done…can I have her number? There’s not a lot of action out here tonight.”

“No, youcannothave her number,” he snarled. “I’ll text you her service’s number—there’s a girl there you might like. Jenny. She’s Audrey’s friend. Go get an escort of your own.”

I chuckled. “I know you like this girl. You can try to hide it, but you suck at it.”

“Thanks,” he said tersely.

“You might want to call her,” I said. “If I want her number, other guys do, too.”

“Talk to you later,” he said.

“If you’re lucky,” I said, then hung up.

My phone pinged with texts from James.

This is AccommoDating’s number.

The girl’s name is Jenny.

I grinned and dialed the number. I was always up for an adventure. More than that, I was always game for one-upping James. If my friend could have a hot, no-strings-attached fake girlfriend for the next two weeks? So could I. And mine would be even hotter, with even fewer strings.

Let the games begin!

CHAPTER 8

Jenny

“Jenny,I need you to come in ASAP.” Elena cleared her throat. “I have a top assignment for you.”

“Please don’t say it’s Loopsy again. He got so drunk last night that he almost fell down.” Iwishhe’d fallen, but I hadn’t been that lucky.

“It’s not.” The madam paused for a beat. “It’s one of James Preston’s friends. He’s a billionaire, too. Apparently, James gave him our number. He asked for you specifically—he wants an escort of his own for the next two weeks. He’s willing to pay top-tier. This is your big break, Jenny. This is life-changing money.”

“Ho my frickin’ God!” I jumped up, rattling the sidewalk table at Dunkin’, where I was drinking a coffee. The other customers stared. “My ownbillionaire?”

“Jenny,pleasekeep your voice down. Are you in public?”

“Um, maybe.” I hitched up my tube top and ignored the women at the next table, who were gaping at me.

“Just come to the office. I need to get your outfits planned. And we need to talk about etiquette—these are very exclusive parties you’ll be attending.”

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