Boyfriend for Hire: A Stand-Alone Contemporary Romance (Escort Files Book 1) Read Online Free

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    “Yes, that,” she said, and tucked a pair of white capri pants into the suitcase. She reached for the dress, but Marion snatched it back and fished out the tag.
    “This is a size ten. Perfect. Can I borrow it when you come back?” She dangled the dress out of arm’s reach until Amy relented, then added, “Great! Don’t bring it back with cum stains because that would be crass.”
    “You’re the most disgusting person I know.”
    “And you love me,” Marion said, bringing the promised cotton panties over.
    “That I do.”
    Once done, they lugged the suitcases into the living room of Amy’s tiny apartment and sipped wine, both of them imagining the week to come. Amy figured their imaginings were markedly different.
    “So, he’s super-hot?” Marion asked…again.
    “Yes, extremely. Actually, I didn’t think they made them like that without some sort of genetic manipulation first. He looks like the offspring of Brad Pitt and Chris Helmsworth, only with dark hair.”
    Marion raised her eyes to the ceiling, probably trying to decide what that might look like. She asked, “Okay, which one carried the baby?”
    “What?”
    “Hey, that matters, you know. I can’t picture him without all the data.”
    “You’re hopeless,” Amy said, downing the last bit of her wine.
    “You never told me what he said when you guys made your arrangement. I mean, what did he say about your whole problem?”
    Amy thought back to the meeting. It had been the worst meeting of her life and she’d had some doozies. It was worse than the one with an ex-boyfriend when he’d had the gall to bring his new girlfriend. The leggy blonde had even carried Amy’s box of stuff from his apartment and put it into her arms. Super awkward.
    This was worse.
    But he had been nice. Very. And it was all just another thing to him, no embarrassment or funny looks. He’d merely smiled and said, “There are a lot of very busy people in the world. It’s more common than you think.”
    When he’d shaken her hand and smiled, a deep dimple in one cheek appeared and his lips slid up more on that side. That crooked smile made his level-ten sexiness ride right up and off the charts with a whoosh. It also appeared that his dimple might have a direct line to her nether regions. When it appeared, she felt a tightness and warmth that made her wriggle on her seat. She hoped he hadn’t noticed that.
    But it was a good sign.
    “He was really polite. He just said he would be happy to work with me.”
    Marion rolled her eyes and then looked at the clock on the cable TV box. “Crap, you’ve got a flight in eight hours. You need to hit the sack. I’ll make sure you get up.”
    Amy was pretty sure she would never fall asleep, right up until the moment she did.
    *****
    If the cup of coffee Marion waved in front of her face hadn’t smelled divine and hadn’t been that perfect color that only comes from adding real cream, Amy would have rolled over and gone back to sleep. But it was, so she woke up and took the cup.
    “You’ve got a half hour. Then I’m rolling you into the car naked if I have to.”
    Her grin was cruel, but very Marion. Amy scooched off the bed, while desperately trying to get some of the hot coffee down her throat and into her bloodstream.
    “You’re a merciless bitch,” she mumbled and headed off to the shower.
    Twenty minutes later, she reappeared with her bed hair hidden by a scrunchie-tied ponytail and wearing a loose fitting pair of beach pants. She felt like it was a good disguise, nothing that said she was looking for a good time.
    Marion shoved her sandals at her, then half of a bagel liberally spread with cream cheese. “Sorry, I ate the other half. Eat. Tick tock!”
    Riding in a car with Marion was an exercise in how hard Amy could press her feet into the floorboard and not poke through the car. Though Marion refrained from giving explicit advice on what to have her “boy toy” do to her, she wasn’t above