Escorting the Billionaire (The Escort Collection 1)

We got to the island, and although I was sure it was beautiful, I didn’t really notice. I’d been to a dozen beautiful islands before. I didn’t give a fuck. Audrey was like a prisoner next to me, silent and resigned.

We’d just checked in when I heard my name. “James!” I turned around to see Todd waving at us. “Drinks poolside tonight,” he called, giving me the thumbs-up. It was still early, which meant Audrey and I had a few hours to ourselves.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

We walked through the resort’s property, and although I supposed it was sufficiently luxurious, I noticed none of it. All I could think about was Audrey. I didn’t know what was going on inside of her—I had no idea what she was thinking—and it made me feel off-kilter.

She’d told me she loved me… had she meant it? She’d been so distant from me in the hours since then, it was as if she was someone else.

The valet brought us to our villa, which was an enormous, ornate pink-stucco house with a wraparound porch. We went inside, and he assured me that our luggage and all the liquor I’d requested would arrive shortly. We had a butler assigned to us, but I dismissed him immediately; I only wanted to be alone. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to be with Audrey right now.

I had the sinking feeling she was getting ready to tell me something I didn’t want to hear. Again.

“This is amazing,” she said, walking through the house. “It’s so pretty.”

I looked at her then. She had a full, printed skirt on and a tank top. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. She looked casual, young, and so beautiful it cut me.

“Audrey.” She looked up at me. “I can’t do this. You have to tell me what’s going on with you.”

A shadow crossed her face. “James… let’s just get through today. There’s been so much going on.”

“Did you hear from your mother again?”

“No,” she said. “But I know I will.”

I reached out and grabbed her hand, pushing my wounded pride out of my way. “I’ll help you with her. You know I will.”

She smiled at me, but she pulled her hand back quickly. “I have to do it myself.”

I sighed in frustration. “Is this the cowboy thing again?”

“Sort of.” She stepped back. It was as if there was some sort of chasm in between us now. Even if I reached out, I wouldn’t be able to get to her.

“I’m going to go check out the rest of the place and take a quick shower,” she said. And just like that, she was gone.

The butler buzzed then, bringing in the booze I’d requested. His timing was the one upside thus far today. The only one.

* * *

Ten minutes later, Audrey called to me from the bedroom. I went in, gripping my bourbon. I wasn’t sure if I was going to get Jekyll or Hyde right now.

I stopped short when I went into the room. She was naked on the bed, her glorious body spread before me. “I know you said you didn’t want my services anymore.” She looked up at me and ran her hand down herself, skimming her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect. “Would you reconsider?”

I just looked at her, dumbfounded. I took another swig of bourbon.

This was going to be a long day.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Audrey?”

She sat up immediately, as if she were surprised by my tone. “No.”

“You think I want to have sex with you? Right now? After the way you’ve been acting?”

She crossed her hands in front of her chest, trying to cover her nakedness. “I thought… I thought it would make it better. Like we could get back to what this was supposed to be.” She looked up at me defiantly. “Services requested and services rendered. You’re paying for it, remember?”

A cold rage descended on me, and I had to fight to calm myself. I wanted to throw the glass I was holding; I wanted to hear it shatter and smash. But I stopped myself. One of us had to act like an adult.

“Audrey,” I said, trying to keep my voice under control. “Do you feel as if I’ve mistreated you?”