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  She shoots back right away.

  Oh, shit. I forgot. I wish he could come here, I’m sorry babe. On it, roomie!

  A relieved smile comes to my face as I sink into the chair. Things are working out great. Just as I’m picking up the remote for a few minutes of veg time, my phone dings. It’s Lexi again.

  Oh and be at Sugar Daddies office in an hour

  Miranda had an opening

  What? An hour? I hop from the chair, spilling Mr. Whiskers from my lap. “Ooh, sorry,” I tell him as I give him an apology pet and rush to my closet. What on Earth does one wear to interview as a one-time escort—and will Lexi’s sister even hire me for a one-time thing?—I flip through my clothes.

  Gotta be sexy, but there’s a decided lack of sexy in my wardrobe.

  Scrubs, jeans, and sneakers. Finally, I find a sleeveless black sheath dress, the one I wore to college graduation. I hope it still fits. All those vending machine candy bars and late night pizzas… I slip into it, and it zips, thank God. I smooth my hair and dot some gloss on my lips. Lexi’s words play back in my mind. I think the guys would love you—those green eyes, that long dark hair, your killer legs—you’d be booked solid.

  Hmm…best to play up my features and make a good first impression, right? I brush on some taupe eyeshadow, three coats of mascara, and slip my feet into the only pair of high heels I own, instantly adding three inches to my ‘killer legs.’

  I google the office address and find it’s a twenty minute drive from my apartment. Time to go. “Wish me luck, Mr. Whiskers.”

  He gives me a grumpy meow as I walk out the door. I’ve not worn heels in so long, I find myself clinging to the handrail as I make my way down the stairs, still managing to trip on the bottom one. Some escort I’ll make. At least I only have to pull this off once.

  I climb into the hatchback, tossing my shoes on the passenger seat. If I can’t walk in them, there’s no way in hell I can drive safely with them on. I turn the map on my phone and listen to the terse instructions of the guide.

  As I get closer, nerves begin to knot in my stomach. What am I doing? Here I am, embarking on the respectable journey of becoming a doctor, and I’m on my way to interview to be an escort. As I push through the jumble of feelings inside me, I find one I can’t deny.

  Excitement.

  What if…I like it?

  One night of passion with a total stranger might be…fun. After years of having my nose stuck in a book and taking unpaid shifts at the hospital, one night of carefree, no-strings-attached sex could be a great stress release.

  And, there’s the money.

  A soothing voice from the map on my phone declares, You have arrived. I take a deep breath—I’m here. I slide my car into a parking spot on the street. Throw it into park, pull on my heels, and tell myself I’ve got this.

  Teetering along the sidewalk, I pull the handle of the front door and step inside. It’s nothing like I expected, though I’m not really sure what I expected. It's bright and light and airy. The walls are white, and there’s a friendly, sparkly teal sign hanging over the front desk, proudly declaring, Sugar Daddies.

  I give myself a nod, making my way into the office. I can do this.

  A perfectly dressed woman sits at the wide front desk, chatting on the phone. “Yes, sir, I can take that payment right now. Mm..hmm.” She looks up at me and flashes me a smile, giving a little wave. “Your confirmation number for that purchase is one-three-seven-four and the amount of the transaction is ten thousand dollars.”

  Ten grand? Like, the number ten with three zeros behind it? My jaw drops open, and I have to tell myself to close it.

  Holy shit, that’s a lot of green. Is that what I could be making? I mean, I’m sure they take a cut or something, but… but still.

  She finishes her call and hangs up. Standing, she smooths her sleek white pencil skirt and holds out her hand. “Emmeline?”

  “Yes, that’s me.” I shake her hand.

  “Pleasure to meet you, sweetie. My name is Sam. Let me take you back to Miranda.” I follow her, trying to emulate the swish of her hips as she expertly walks across the room in her heels. She waves to the open doorway. “Emmeline, this is Miranda.”

  Behind a smaller white desk sits Miranda. I’ve known her since I was a teen, but she’s Lexi’s older sister and was already in college when Lexi and I met. She’s a beautiful woman with ice blonde hair that’s pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She wears a teal colored dress that matches the Sugar Daddies sign on the wall behind her. She holds out her hand, a massive rock glittering from her finger as she gestures to the open seat across the desk. “Welcome. Lexi told me you were coming. Have a seat.”

  “Thank you.” I smooth the fabric of my dress beneath me as I slide into the leather chair.

  She gets right down to business, cutting the small talk. “My sister Lexi tells me you guys have been friends for a long time. I’m surprised our paths never crossed back home.”

  “Oh. I didn’t get out much. We mostly hung out at school.” What I don’t tell her is that I took care of my elderly grandmother most weekends and after school. Caring for Nana was what made me want to become a doctor. “I was glad when I heard Lexi had moved to Nevada.”

  “Sorry to bombard you, but we have little time.” She chews on the pen. “Tell me. What’s your sign, your personality type, your sexual hang-ups?”

  “Ah...let’s see. I'm Aries so I’m a fire sign, you know, passionate, motivated, a little intense.” I give a nervous laugh.

  She flashes a wink. “That’s how we like them.”

  “My personality, um...I’m a really hard worker. When I set a goal for myself, I do whatever I have to do to accomplish it.” Including signing up to be an escort to pay for med school. “I love focusing on my career.”

  “Same.”

  “And sexual hang-ups?” I scan my mind trying to think of anything that might be out of bounds. Hmm...I love sex and I’m kinda up for anything. “I, uh, don’t really have any.”

  She grills me on confidentiality and discretion. I answer her questions, one after the other and I think I’m doing okay.

  Then, her eyebrows furrow and she leans her elbows on the desk. Is this a bad sign? “Lexi tells me you’re in med school and that you’re looking for a one night contract to make ends meet, hold you over until you can finish med school?”

  “Yes, that’s right. I have a hectic schedule and I’m not sure I could do more than one night.” Please, please, please, let me do this one date, help me fill my bank account up! I offer a persuasive smile.

  “Hmm…” She looks off into the distance, tapping her chin with the end of her pen as she thinks. “I’ve never done this before. We really don’t do such limited contracts. We like to work for lengthier times with our hires...” Her voice trails off as she thinks this over. I have to think fast.

  How can I convince her? I just need this one job. I give a little laugh. “Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

  Sam appears in the doorway. “Miranda. Don’t forget we have that one client…you know who? He was only looking for a one-time deal.”

  Miranda rolls her eyes. “Ah, yes. I forgot he’d called in this morning.” The pen tapping starts back up.

  Sam gives me an encouraging smile and a wink. “You know, Miranda, Emmeline here is free tonight. You could get him off your schedule lickety split, and be done with it.”

  Miranda looks me over. “One and done. Hmm…you sure you’re up for this? I usually require extensive training, vetting, etcetera, but I know the client well, and Lexi knows you well, so if you’re up for a short rundown from Sam, and you think you got this…” her voice trails off. She blows out a breath. “I’ll let you take tonight. The job is for twenty-four hours and it pays ten grand to you after our fees.”

  Ten grand! More than enough to get me through the rest of my school year with the free housing I have lined up. I hold back the permagrin that’s creeping onto my face. I calculat
e the timing in my head. It’s Friday afternoon and I don’t have class until Monday morning…this could work.

  And if I’m being totally honest with myself, the sooner I can get this done and the money in the bank, the better. I don’t want to spend days waiting for the date, letting my nerves build up, my mind filling with whatifs and worst case scenarios.

  Better to rip off the bandage, so to speak, and get right down to the nitty gritty of escorting. “Yes. I’m more than happy to work tonight. And I assure you—I’m a quick learner.”

  “Then we have ourselves a deal.” She stands from her seat and I follow suit, taking the perfectly-manicured hand she offers me and shake it. “His car will be waiting outside of your apartment to pick you up at eight o’clock and bring you to the hotel, Vegas, Baby. Sam will go over everything else with you and get all the information we need.”

  Sam claps her hands. “Okay. Paperwork time. Follow me.”

  I walk back down the hall behind her, rolling my hips like she does. Hey—I think I’m getting the hang of this. I wobble a bit and have to grab onto the wall for support. Thankfully, she doesn’t see. Okay, maybe regular walking.

  I take the seat she offers me beside her, behind the front desk. She goes to her file drawer, flipping through tabs and pulling out sheets with her long red nail. “Let’s see, we’ll need one of these, and these, and these.”

  I’m impressed. This operation is legit. Wait…is this legit? Is escorting even legal? Before I can get too far down the worry hole, she’s passing me page after page.

  “Fill out this background check form, this is the one to put your bank info on so we can deposit your payment, and then we have the all-important confidentiality form for you to sign. It’s a lot, I know, but we’ve got to push you through fast. Your date is in,” she checks the clock on the wall, “like five hours.”

  I sign my name, Emmeline Arlington, over and over.

  When she’s got the papers neatly stacked, she sets them aside, resting her hands on the desk. “Now, this is going to get a little invasive but let's talk about birth control, and we need to get you to the lab for rapid testing. We make sure all our clients and employees are safe.”

  I’m a little uncomfortable, but we talk through it and I’m taken in the back for a few screenings and some blood work. For some reason, it isn’t until I see the little vial of blood with a label and my name on it that this starts feeling...real.

  Everything looks good and she gives me the greenlight to work.

  That out of the way, she brings me back to the desk, sitting me down. “Time to talk logistics…Sugar Daddies and what they need.”

  Sugar Daddies—men who have a little extra cash on hand and are seeing a younger woman. I need money, and I have youth. An even exchange. No problem. “Yes. I’m familiar with the term.”

  She raises a brow. “But are you familiar with our brand of sugar daddies?”

  Is this like a business term they use? What’s on brand when it comes to an escort service? “I—I’m not sure what you mean.”

  She looks at me point blank. “I mean we offer services to men who want their woman to call them daddy. They’re...daddies.”

  She lets her words settle over me, her gaze never leaving my face.

  What. The. Actual. Fuck.

  Heat rises in my cheeks. My throat tightens, but I swallow back my nerves.

  I’m doing this, and I’m going to rock it. But could we have had this conversation before I signed my John Hancock thirty-nine times? She must tell I’m uncomfortable, because she quickly shows concern.

  “Do you need a moment? Do you mean to tell me that Lexi didn’t even give you a warning?”

  I run the tip of my tongue over my lip, letting my brows lift slightly. I laugh it off, but to my own ears I sound a little deranged. Sam jumps.

  “Of course,” I say, waving my hand so hard she flinches, my voice way too loud. “Haha, what man wouldn’t want to be called daddy?”

  Bring it on. I’ll be the best damn babygirl this man has ever had.

  Chapter 2

  Rawley

  I’m changing my ways, going from playboy to good boy. It’s been months since I’ve had sex.

  I was tempted. I mean, I’m in Vegas, and gorgeous women are literally fucking everywhere. No one thought I could do it, but hell, I’m proud of myself. But damn, I’m starting to go a little crazy.

  A man has needs.

  Serious fucking needs.

  But I’m not going back to my old ways. I refuse to pick up a girl, get a rocking night out of her, then never call her back. That’s the old Rawley.

  But the new Rawley still has a cock.

  A very lonely, very needy cock, unsatisfied with my fist and the shower.

  And maybe the new Rawley’s a little lonely too.

  So, I’ll stay on my path, and get a good fuck in. I’ll just have to pay for it. That way, there’s no strings attached and no one gets hurt. I’m just helping out the economy, supporting local business, right?

  One night.

  I keep thinking of Sugar Daddies. Where all your dreams are sweet dreams.

  Miranda’s become a friend of mine, a happily married friend, thank fuck. She hooks high-paying clients up with dates, and hell...I need a date.

  I’ve gone this long. It’s been long enough and I think I deserve a date. Date, being a fancy word for a night of unabashed sex with a hottie who’s only after my cash and not my last name. Clean deal.

  I want a warm, willing body hooked to mine for one night, and I’m happy to pay an exorbitant amount to get what I want.

  Fifteen grand for twenty-four hours of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Both of ours. I mean, it’s not all about me. Making a woman come until her toes curl, until her legs go weak, until she loses her voice...yeah, that’s my idea of a good night.

  Some men gamble. Some drink. Me, I like to fuck long and hard.

  I text Sam, Miranda’s assistant, to make sure everything is taken care of and the papers are signed for tonight. She responds immediately.

  “All taken care of, Mr. Morrow.”

  My heart thumps in my chest, and I actually smile for the first time in ages. Excellent.

  A few taps of my screen and I’ve transferred the payment, plus fees, and booked a penthouse suite at my brother’s hotel.

  I pace my apartment, making my old basset hound, Baskins, agitated enough to lift one ear. He gives me those big, baleful eyes and I bend over to give him a pet. “Don’t worry, ol’ boy. It’s only one night. Sasha will be here to walk you in the morning.” I hired the best damn dog walker I could find, but haven’t used her for a single social thing...ever. The only time I’ve ever called her was when I was running late at the office.

  I stretch and yawn. It’s about damn time I take a break.

  Grabbing a bag, I throw a few things inside. Toiletries, clothes for tomorrow, anything else? I figure we’ll enjoy one another’s company, order up food, then be done with it. Satisfied, my needs met, and ready to be alone, I’ll politely dismiss her, calling my car to take her home. Then, I’ll pass out in my penthouse suite, enjoying the place solo till the morning.

  I’ll pack light.

  I dig through my closet seeing if there’s anything else I want.

  Handcuffs? Vibrators? Butt plugs?

  How far does the kink go with these girls?

  I smile to myself. I read over the contract. Pretty damn far. She’s got a short list of hard limits, and they’re definitely nothing I’d try anyway.

  Nah. Just some good old-fashioned fucking is exactly what the doctor ordered. That, and maybe a spanking if she’s really naughty.

  I swallow hard and shift my weight, my pants suddenly tight. Down boy. You’ll have your fill soon enough.

  I’ve never had a woman call me daddy.

  Sounds hot. I mean it’s all just a little role play, right?

  Hell, I’ve never hired a woman for sex before. But I trust Miranda and so if I’m going to
hire an escort, it’s going to be one of her girls, so, yeah, I guess there’s a first time for everything, even having a woman call you daddy.

  I wonder what she’ll be like, what she’ll look like. When I filled out the Sugar Daddy contract, I skipped over the preference sheet, going straight for the little check box that said first available. I know Miranda vets both clients and escorts thoroughly, and I trust she’ll take care in who she sends.

  I check the time. Six o’clock. Only two hours to go. Time to head to the Vegas, Baby penthouse and pour myself a little congratulatory drink. By the time the sun comes up I’ll be laid a few times over and ready to get back to work.

  My car takes me to the hotel. As it drops me off, I think of the fact that the next time it heads out, it will be going to pick up her. Emmeline. A pretty name for the mystery girl that’s going to help me clear my pipes and clear my mind.

  The suite is the perfect place for this night. A massive bedroom, complete with a four-poster king size bed, an outdoor balcony overlooking the city, a bubbling hot tub, all lit up with steam rising from its surface. I can see the city for miles.

  I go to the bar. Pour myself a generous serving of scotch. Drink it neat, letting the amber liquid slide down my throat, warming my insides.

  There’s a knock on the door. I check my watch. Right on time.

  I finish the drink, and make my way across the room.

  I open the door, not sure what I’m expecting. Someone who looks kinda...like a hooker, I guess? I’m new to this. Maybe a pretty girl with a face full of makeup, bleach blonde hair, pouting lips....

  What’s in front of me is the polar opposite.

  This girl is stunning.

  And... real. There’s nothing fake about her. Her beauty takes my breath away, literally my breath away. She should sit on thrones to be worshipped, she’s that fucking stunning, but she’s so real and she wears it like a crown, making her ten times hotter than any model I’ve crossed paths with.

  Her hair is long and dark, shiny and sleek. She wears a few coats of mascara, some clear gloss on her full, natural lips… but those eyes. My God, those gem green eyes, they draw me right in.