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

mentioning a wide array of things that she loved to have done. At some point—though Amy wasn’t sure exactly how long it took for her to get to that point—she put her hands over her ears and started humming nursery rhymes.
    At the airport, she hustled up to the security point, Marion hot on her heels. The line was long—as usual—so Marion hung with her, even though she shouldn’t have. When Amy reached the point where the cables strung between the lines meant they should be ready and stay in line, she pushed Marion back and said, “No. This is as far as you go. I’m leaving now.”
    Marion stepped out, neatly cutting between a couple wearing honeymoon t-shirts, then waved and shouted, “I love you! You’d better come back satisfied! And I don’t mean donuts!”
    Amy could have died right then. She could feel her face turning bright red and the appalled looks from those around her focusing directly on her. She waved goodbye and watched as Marion flounced off, her skirt wiggling in tune with the beat of her hips.
    There was nothing to do now except hope someone else shouted something equally horrifying. She shuffled forward as soon as space opened up, distancing herself from the site of the disturbance.
    For the first time in her life, she turned left at the entrance to the plane rather than right. It seemed surreal to sit her bum in a seat so large she could actually choose which side to lean against. By the time they were airborne and the other first class passengers were doing what they were clearly accustomed to doing, Amy was fast asleep, her champagne untouched in front of her.
    The attendant woke her gently, a professional smile on her face. “We’re here,” she said. “Are you okay?”
    Amy wiped the unfortunate line of drool off her chin and looked around blearily. “That was fast.”
    “Not really, you were sleeping well. First vacation in a while?”
    Amy smiled and took the napkin offered to her, wiping off the drool she’d transferred to her hands. “You have no idea.”
    “Well, enjoy it then. I’ll bet you’ve earned it.” With that, she turned to the next person in need a wake-up and Amy watched her go. She was slender in a way that usually made Amy want to go on a water-plus-water diet, but this time all she thought was how much standing the poor woman had to do each day on a plane.
    With a deep breath and a hope that she wouldn’t ruin this weird, but potentially awesome week, she disembarked into the St. John’s airport.
     

Four
    She was unpacked. She was showered. She was dressed in something that looked at least marginally like what everyone else was wearing—if clearly not designer label. And finally, she was waiting.
    The resort was everything the internet had promised her. The pictures hadn’t lied, which was a first for her. The room at the resort wasn’t even a room, but a separate little house that opened directly onto the beach. She’d splurged mightily on this resort, but the truth was that everything on the island was booked. She’d gotten this expensive suite because of a cancelled honeymoon. She felt bad, but also grabbed the opportunity.
    For her companion, she’d managed a room, but again that was luck. She hoped it was as nice as her suite. She knew he’d checked in, and now she knew his real name too. He’d had to use his real name for the flight. Michael Grant. Such a nice normal name. His profile said his name was Blake, which had made her giggle when he’d said it to her with a straight face at their initial meeting.
    When she saw him winding his way through the tables on the patio, her belly fluttered and she squeezed her thighs together under the table. I’m so going to bone him , she thought, then felt the heat in her ears just from thinking it. Eyes surreptitiously—and sometimes not so surreptitiously—watched him walk. He was definitely worth watching. Definitely.
    He saw her and once he did, his eyes never left her. He glanced down at her