Escorting the Actress (The Escort Collection Book 2) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Leigh James
out of the XYZ screen so I wouldn't have to see that image of myself, my blond hair plastered against my forehead as I looked belligerently at the officer. Then I did a quick Internet search and found exactly what I was looking for.
What I couldn't believe I was looking for.
"Bingo," I said, finding a site for a service located in LA. "Tori, can you throw me my phone?"
Kyle
I was heading out for a burrito when my phone buzzed. It was Elena, the owner-operator of AccommoDating, Inc., the "dating" service where I was currently employed.
I picked up immediately. "Elena, talk dirty to me."
"Kyle, knock it off," Elena said briskly.
As usual, she was all business. I could just picture her in an impeccable suit, her short hair spiky with mousse. I wasn't sure how she'd gotten involved in the escort business; she always seemed so proper.
"I just had a call come in from a first-time client. Someone who could be very valuable as a source for future confidential referrals. Are you available for a long-term assignment?"
"How long?" My voice was neutral, but I cringed. If I had to spend a lot more time with Mrs. Plastic Housewife, or someone with a similar disposition, I would probably develop a pretty serious drinking problem.
"It could run for a few weeks," Elena said, "depending on the circumstances."
Well, that was a new one. "Who needs an escort for a few weeks?"
"It's not that uncommon actually. My girls are often hired to take vacations with a client. In this case, it's more of an undercover assignment than a straight-up date."
"I'm totally lost right now," I said, raking my hand through my hair.
"The client is a young woman—a pretty famous actress, actually—who needs a fake boyfriend. The press has been giving her a hard time, and she has a premiere coming up. She needs a distraction in the form of a hot, new, devoted boyfriend."
I sat there, trying to understand what she was getting at.
Elena sighed in exasperation. "That would be you , Kyle. Come on, connect the dots with me."
" I would be the devoted boyfriend?" I said.
"Correct. If it works out, she might keep you on for a while longer, until things calm down. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in? Your earnings would be significant."
"I'm in," I said immediately. I needed the money badly. "You had me at the word young ."
"Excellent," Elena said. "Come on in, get your health status verified, and sign the paperwork. You have to get your things together too. She's moving you into her house. Today."
"What if she doesn't like me?" I asked, but it was a purely rhetorical question. Getting women to like me had never been a problem.
I had a lot of problems, but that wasn't one of them.
Elena snorted. "As long as you keep your mouth shut, she'll like you just fine. They always do."
----
" S o … who is it?" I asked later.
Elena and I were in the bright, immaculate, and minimalist Los Angeles branch of AccommoDating. She had started the escort service back on the East Coast, in Boston; she'd done so well that she expanded her operations out here.
"I'm not going to tell you right now, because I want you to meet her without any preconceived ideas about what she's like." Elena smoothed the button-down shirt she'd picked out for me and held up different ties next to it. "Just treat her like the nice, gorgeous, successful starlet that she is."
"What's wrong with her?" I asked. Elena shot me a dirty look, and I scoffed. "There's gotta be something wrong with her. Why's she hiring me?"
"I told you"—she frowned and held up another tie—"she's had some trouble with the paparazzi lately. She needs to feed them a story starring her new love interest. That's where you come in."
"Right, I get that—but why doesn't she actually have a love interest?"
"I think she's been busy with work," she said and shrugged dismissively. "It doesn't matter why. You don't actually have to be her boyfriend. You just have to act like her boyfriend. And follow any
What I couldn't believe I was looking for.
"Bingo," I said, finding a site for a service located in LA. "Tori, can you throw me my phone?"
Kyle
I was heading out for a burrito when my phone buzzed. It was Elena, the owner-operator of AccommoDating, Inc., the "dating" service where I was currently employed.
I picked up immediately. "Elena, talk dirty to me."
"Kyle, knock it off," Elena said briskly.
As usual, she was all business. I could just picture her in an impeccable suit, her short hair spiky with mousse. I wasn't sure how she'd gotten involved in the escort business; she always seemed so proper.
"I just had a call come in from a first-time client. Someone who could be very valuable as a source for future confidential referrals. Are you available for a long-term assignment?"
"How long?" My voice was neutral, but I cringed. If I had to spend a lot more time with Mrs. Plastic Housewife, or someone with a similar disposition, I would probably develop a pretty serious drinking problem.
"It could run for a few weeks," Elena said, "depending on the circumstances."
Well, that was a new one. "Who needs an escort for a few weeks?"
"It's not that uncommon actually. My girls are often hired to take vacations with a client. In this case, it's more of an undercover assignment than a straight-up date."
"I'm totally lost right now," I said, raking my hand through my hair.
"The client is a young woman—a pretty famous actress, actually—who needs a fake boyfriend. The press has been giving her a hard time, and she has a premiere coming up. She needs a distraction in the form of a hot, new, devoted boyfriend."
I sat there, trying to understand what she was getting at.
Elena sighed in exasperation. "That would be you , Kyle. Come on, connect the dots with me."
" I would be the devoted boyfriend?" I said.
"Correct. If it works out, she might keep you on for a while longer, until things calm down. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in? Your earnings would be significant."
"I'm in," I said immediately. I needed the money badly. "You had me at the word young ."
"Excellent," Elena said. "Come on in, get your health status verified, and sign the paperwork. You have to get your things together too. She's moving you into her house. Today."
"What if she doesn't like me?" I asked, but it was a purely rhetorical question. Getting women to like me had never been a problem.
I had a lot of problems, but that wasn't one of them.
Elena snorted. "As long as you keep your mouth shut, she'll like you just fine. They always do."
----
" S o … who is it?" I asked later.
Elena and I were in the bright, immaculate, and minimalist Los Angeles branch of AccommoDating. She had started the escort service back on the East Coast, in Boston; she'd done so well that she expanded her operations out here.
"I'm not going to tell you right now, because I want you to meet her without any preconceived ideas about what she's like." Elena smoothed the button-down shirt she'd picked out for me and held up different ties next to it. "Just treat her like the nice, gorgeous, successful starlet that she is."
"What's wrong with her?" I asked. Elena shot me a dirty look, and I scoffed. "There's gotta be something wrong with her. Why's she hiring me?"
"I told you"—she frowned and held up another tie—"she's had some trouble with the paparazzi lately. She needs to feed them a story starring her new love interest. That's where you come in."
"Right, I get that—but why doesn't she actually have a love interest?"
"I think she's been busy with work," she said and shrugged dismissively. "It doesn't matter why. You don't actually have to be her boyfriend. You just have to act like her boyfriend. And follow any
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