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DescriptionShe hired him to take her virginity...but now she wants even more.
Lori might be a popular romance writer, but she's never been anything but a flop with sex and love in her personal life. Still a virgin at twenty-six and increasingly frustrated by her inexperience, she decides to take matters into her own hands. She hires a talented, sexy male escort to take care of her inconvenient virginity.
She assumes one time with Ander will be enough, but she never dreams how much pleasure he can make her feel. Once isn't nearly enough. Twice isn't enough either. Soon, she becomes one of his regular clients.
Lori knows that nothing would be as foolish as falling in love with her paid escort, but she's never been wise with her heart. And, despite his professionalism, he doesn't seem entirely immune either.
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Excerpt:As they crossed the street, Lori asked her companion, “So what kind of name is Ander?” She wanted to make casual conversation and she’d genuinely wanted to know the answer since Sabrina first put this man’s name in front of her as a suitable candidate.
Ander’s mouth tilted up on one side. “It’s short for Alexander.”
“So it’s your real name?” It might be too personal a question for this context, but she’d always been overly curious.
“Ander is. My last name has been changed.” He gave a huff of dry laughter that she found remarkably appealing. “To protect the innocent.”
She snickered a little, instinctively drawn to wit in any form. His answer had been particularly clever—as it remained ambiguous as to which party in question was innocent. “So were you named for Alexander the Great or Alexander Graham Bell?”
He gave her a curious look, as if he were mildly startled at her nosy questions. But before she could start to feel self-conscious about what might be inappropriate behavior on her part for meetings such as these, he said, “The Great. My father would never have named a child after someone as innocuous as an inventor, however brilliant the inventor happened to be.”
“Ah,” she replied, “So your father liked the warriors.”
“Exactly.” Idly, Ander put a hand on her back to guide her over to an empty bench in the city park.
Lori sat on the bench and looked up at him, noting that he was ridiculously handsome in the sunlight, with a breeze blowing against his dark clothes. “I suppose your father must be especially proud of you, then,” she said wryly.
Even she knew—as soon as she spoke the words—that the comment was far too presumptuous for first acquaintance. She bit her lip and felt a pang of guilt and embarrassment.
To her relief, Ander didn’t look offended. He just looked off in the distance and murmured, “Oh, he’s proud all right.”
The note of bitterness told Lori something about this man’s feelings for his father. There was a whole story here, a mystery to unravel.
But it was none of Lori’s business and wasn’t at all what she was here for. Pulling herself back to the purpose of this meeting, she felt a new wave of self-consciousness.
What the hell was she doing here?
Ander sat down next to her on the bench and sipped his coffee, his expression becoming professional again. “I always meet with prospective clients to ensure we’re on the same page before we schedule an engagement.”
Lori nodded, dropping her eyes to stare at her hands in her lap.
“Did you have any questions about the prices your friend explained to you?” Ander asked. “You’ll pay for an entire evening. That’s the base price. I offer nothing lower than that.”
She looked up at him, frowning. He didn’t have a website like some escorts, instead relying on personal referrals, but details Sabrina had gotten from the women she’d talked to were quite clear. She was a professional woman. Not an idiot. “Yes, I was able to understand the services you offer and what you charge for them,” she said, her tone a little snippy.
His mouth twitched, so slightly she almost didn’t catch it. “Good. I just wanted to make it clear that you pay for the entire evening, whether or not you use it. I don’t hire myself out by the hour.”
So some reason, his dry tone made her want to snicker again. She stifled it, in case he’d mistake it for mockery. “Understood.”
“We can do whatever you like for the evening. I can act as escort, play a part if you want, provide general companionship. If you’re interested in anything sexual, that will cost extra.”
Lori couldn’t believe she was sitting here, in the middle of a park in downtown Seattle, having this conversation. Her cheeks burned involuntarily, but she wasn’t as mortified as she’d expected. Ander was so business-like and matter-of-fact about the situation that it helped Lori feel that way too.
“I thought I made my interests clear when we talked on the phone,” she said.
Ander nodded. “Of course. The prices differ for oral on you, oral on me, and full intercourse.”
A nagging question that had been bugging her for a few days prompted her to ask, “Who would pay you that much money for you to get the blow job?”
Again, that slight twitch of his mouth. She wasn’t even sure it meant anything—his expression was generally so calm as to be stoic. But she found that occasional little quiver of his mouth the most appealing thing about him. “Women have different desires when they make use of my services. Some find giving more thrilling than receiving. Some simply want the practice.”
Lori thought about that for a moment. It was something she’d never even considered before.
Ander cleared his throat, bringing her attention back to him. “Perhaps you can give me a little information about your goals for this engagement.”
She nodded. “Right. Well, I sure as hell wouldn’t pay this much money for a date.” She took a breath. Summoned all her fortitude and courage. “I want to have sex.”
EscortedBy: Claire Kent