Escorting the Billionaire (The Escort Collection 1)

Cole looked at me thoughtfully and nodded. “It’s obvious, right? It’s big.”

“It’s not as big as mine, but you can still see it.”

“Ha,” Cole said. He watched Jenny as she laughed and talked to Audrey. “I think I might be in love with her.” His jaw clenched as he said it.

“She told Audrey you offered to buy her a house when we get back.”

“That’s right,” Cole said. “I asked her what she wanted, and she told me she wanted a South End condo and a Range Rover. So I said done and done.”

“What if that’s not all she wants?”

“What do you mean?” Cole asked.

“What if she wants you to be her boyfriend?”

“I frickin’ hope she wants me to be her boyfriend if I’m buying her a South End condo and a Range Rover.” He looked at me, confused. “Is she upset or something? She wouldn’t even do that thing with my balls last night.”

“Cole, please—”

“No, but she always does it. And I didn’t know what was wrong. She wouldn’t tell me. And she’s not usually like that. She’s always open with me. And I mean really open—”

“Stop,” I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “Please, please spare me the details. All I know is that she told Audrey what you offered her and that she wants more.”

“More than a condo and a car?”

“Yes, Cole.”

“Like what?” he asked, thoroughly perplexed.

“Like you. In the condo and in the car.”

“I was planning on being in the condo and in the car,” he said. “That’s sort of the point.”

“You should tell her,” I said. “Just be really clear. Sometimes they need to hear it with an exclamation point.”

“Sounds like you, bro,” he said and gave me a lopsided smile.

Audrey

We snorkeled all afternoon, laughing and talking and enjoying the beautiful surroundings. I finally got a minute alone with Jenny on the boat when the others were in the water. The captain was out of earshot, checking his instruments.

“So, are things better with you and Cole?” I asked. They’d taken a long walk down the beach earlier. Since then, they’d been holding hands and kissing, looking very much together. “You two seem like you’re being very romantic.”

“I decided to talk to him. Like you said.” Jenny took her sunglasses off and stuck them on her hat, so I could see her eyes. They were brimming with happiness.

“Being brave was your idea, if I remember correctly,” I said.

“That’s right—’cause I’m so wicked smart,” Jenny said and laughed. “He told me he loved me just now, Dre. He said he wants to move in with me when we get back.”

“That’s so awesome,” I said, because no other word would do. Jenny was my best friend, and she was finding happiness that she thought she’d never have.

“It is pretty frickin’ awesome,” she agreed, her eyes still shining. “We can double date,” she said, “and it’ll be box seats all the way, baby.”

“It’s crazy, right?” I asked. “Who’d have thought?”

“Me,” Jenny said. “This is where I get to say I told you so.”

“You did,” I admitted. Then I sighed. There was a black cloud hanging over me, in spite of the bright sunshine. “But it’s not all fun and games, unfortunately—last night, after we went to the bathroom? Mrs. Preston cornered me, remember? She hired a private investigator to find out about me, Jenny. She knows that I’m an escort. She knows about you, too.”