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back and motions toward the bedroom. I cross the luxurious living area, complete with a full bar, and enter the bedroom. The place drips class—nothing like the motel room I’m currently calling home. I try not to stare at the bed and do my best to walk seductively into the bathroom. I feel his eyes on me and shimmering awareness slides over my skin. This entire scenario is way out of my league. I remind myself that this is a business transaction. My body for his money. That’s all it is. He wouldn’t have made the offer if he hadn’t seen something he liked. I’ve never had body issues, but God, he’s Adonis to my girl next door with a nice rack.
    I close the bathroom door and open my purse. I remove the cell phone Madison issued me and send a text to Reanna. It’s part of the protocol. Reanna will call every thirty minutes now that I’ve made contact with the client. The almost immediate ping of an incoming text startles me and I jump.
     
    Have fun
     
    Reanna obviously knows something about the gorgeous man waiting on the other side of the door. I look in the mirror. This is the last time I’ll see the face of a woman who hasn’t sold her soul to the devil. My eyes burn and it’s nearly impossible to hold back tears. I reluctantly remove my jacket, fold it, and lay it on the vanity. I unzip my skirt and push it down over my curves. Three thousand dollars plus the additional fifteen hundred for three hours, I remind myself. Hopefully, the thought will get me through what lies ahead.
    I do my best to gather my confidence. I’m here because of this body. I should feel proud of what I have. Sadly, I’m ashamed because of what’s about to happen. I step out of the skirt and lift it from the floor. I place it on top of the jacket. He said naked and it’s much harder than I thought it would be. I unsnap the front catch of the pink bra I bought after I purchased the suit. I lay it on the skirt. He won’t see the pretty matching set that I wasted money to buy. My pink panties are all that’s left. I stare at them in the mirror and hook my thumbs in the side with shaking fingers.
    I can’t do it. Not this last strip of material that covers so very little.
    I lift my hands and bury my face in them. “Breathe,” I whisper into the quiet room. What the fuck am I doing? I manage to lift my head. The panties are staying on. If he asks me to leave, I will, but I can’t walk out there without this small bit of protection.
    I grasp the doorknob. It’s time to sell my body.

Chapter Three

    Alex
    FROM THE SECOND I opened the door, my cock has been at full attention. What the hell would bring a woman like her to work as an escort? Not that I’ll complain from the standpoint of the man buying. But fuck me, she’s as innocent as they come.
    Her blue eyes are a strange shade—clear blue, almost crystal, and the horrors of this world haven’t descended on her and made her into one of the usual women I purchase for pleasure.
    I watch her walk away. The faint smell of her perfume and the sway of her hips causes my swollen dick to ache with a steady pulse of need. She’s terrified, and I understand why Madison had reservations. The woman might have all the right curves and a pretty face, but she drips innocence. Her shoulder-length blonde hair isn’t dyed. She’s the real deal without surgery or heavy makeup. She betrays how petrified she is in every nuance of expression. If it wasn’t for the reaction of my cock, I would send her away and tell Madison to fire her. Escorting isn’t the right line of work for someone as innocent as this woman appears.
    Do I do that? Hell no.
    She must be over twenty-one or Madison wouldn’t hire her. It’s that look of sweet pure terror which makes her appear younger. Her eyes grew larger as she checked me out, and I couldn’t help wondering what she would have done if I were a horny fat man in his sixties or seventies. I don’t want to think about her in the hands of some