Escorting the Billionaire (The Escort Collection 1)

“So how do we win this?” I blurted out.

James laughed and turned back to me. Instead of seeing a large dollar sign where his head was supposed to be, I saw his gorgeous face, the lines next to his mouth deepening. “How do we win?”

I nodded at him, mentally kicking myself for my mouth that never seemed to stay shut when it should. “What is it you want from these two weeks? What’s your best outcome?” I asked.

James shrugged as he considered me. “Let’s see how it goes this afternoon. I’ll tell you after that.”

“Fair enough, James.”

“Fair enough, Audrey.”

The car went down another street into Back Bay and smoothly pulled up to a curb in front of The Stratum Hotel. The hotel was new to Boston and very chic, way outside my pay range. I’d had a couple dates over here, though. Two hedge-fund managers and a music producer. No one I wanted to remember.

I hoped no one on staff would remember me.

“I thought you said we were going to your apartment,” I said, confused.

“I have a condominium here. It makes it easier. The hotel handles everything, and I don’t have to worry. Plus, it has housekeeping and room service.”

A hotel doorman appeared and opened the door for James. He got out and held his hand out for me; I forcibly ignored the shock waves that his touch sent through me. If he changed his mind about the sex, that would be more than fine with me.

In fact, it would probably be for the best. Every man I’d ever slept with had now become a John. They all blurred together. Maybe it would be better if James wasn’t quite so…special.

Kai rolled down the window, and I nodded at him. “See ya later,” I called, and turned to find James frowning at us.

“Have the bags sent up,” James snapped at Kai.

“Easy, buddy,” I said. “We won’t gang up on you. I promise.” I reached for his hand again and twined my fingers through his; he immediately tried to pull back as we went through the doors to the opulent lobby of the hotel.

“Uh-uh,” I said, gripping his hand more tightly. “We need to practice. Gotta look natural.” I turned and looked at the grand room: it was just like I remembered it. Marble floors, marble columns, teak woodwork accents in unexpected places. It was beautiful and pristine.

I needed an apartment with a lobby like this.

I would have to suck a lot of cock to be able to afford it.

That thought made me burst out laughing.

“What?” James asked, wrinkling his brow at me.

“You don’t even want to know.”

I laughed some more as the desk clerks nodded to us. “Mr. Preston,” one of the female clerks said. I might have imagined it, but she seemed to be sticking her chest out at him.

James pressed the button for the elevator.

“What floor are you?” I asked, sticking my chest out at him.

“The top.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Of course you are.”

“Of course I am, is right.” He squeezed my hand. “Don’t be fresh, Audrey. I thought we were in love.”

“Part of being in love is calling people out when they act pretentious,” I said as the elevator rose silently.

“I’m not in love with you, so I won’t tell you you’re stepping outside your pay grade,” he said in a warning tone. “Stop being so honest. You’re about to hurt my feelings, and I don’t have any.”

“You’re the boss,” I said, laughing a little. Being alone with him in the elevator wasn’t helping my attraction to him, or my curiosity. I hoped he couldn’t hear my stupid, wildly pounding heart.