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Said client appeared, heading my way without guidance, proving that the night ahead of me would indeed be a good one.

Heart thumping with a strange yet heady cadence, I set aside both my wine and the menu.

Firelight danced over Callum, causing the wavy hair atop his head to glint like spun gold. Wide shoulders tapered down to a trim waist. He was on the slim side, more a swimmer than weightlifter, or perhaps a runner. But it was his fisted hands that piqued my interest the most. Was he nervous? Scared? Or just uptight and in need of a good, hard fuck?

I slid my gaze back up to his face to get a quick read on the sexy man I’d been hired to cater to. Our eyes connected, and instantaneous attraction roused to life like I’d never experienced before, waking every hair follicle on my body.

I’d had some hot-as-hell clients in my day—Jamie included—but this man? Goddamn, he was fine as fuck.

He attempted an easy smile with his full lips but didn’t quite pull it off. Arresting blue-green irises framed by excessively long lashes revealed the same unease as his hands, but I had practice at helping men relax when they felt tense from guilt over hiring a sex worker.

Not having to force the visible desire like I did with some clients, I rose to my feet and offered Callum my hand. We stood almost eye to eye, electrical currents teasing all my erogenous zones, balls especially, as a hint of cedar filled my nose.

Time to wine and dine his ass straight into his or my bed so I could sniff and lick every inch of his body.

“Callum?” I asked. His file hadn’t done the man justice.

“Yes, and you’re obviously Zackary.” He greeted me with a low, warm voice, his palm sliding along mine in a firm grip, considering his apprehension.

Zaps of lightning shivered up to my shoulders, raising the hairs on my forearms.

His lips parted on a quick inhale as though feeling the same, and I let him see the need tightening my groin in my bold stare. “Zack. And it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Same,” he murmured, swallowing hard before releasing his hand from my hold.

I lightly touched his back while pulling out his chair.

“Wine?” I asked, already reaching for the bottle as he sat.

“Please.”

Silence hovered over us until I settled across the small table from him. “Thank you for choosing me,” I stated.

His gaze flickered over my face as though searching for…I wasn’t sure what. Recognition? Confirmation of some assumption he’d made prior to seeing me in the flesh? Assurance I would live up to his expectations? Fulfill his desires and make sure he got his money’s worth?

Whatever went through his mind, I had no fucking clue, but something about the man called to me on a soul-deep level, causing a shift beneath my usually sturdy feet.

For the first time, I found myself unsure of how to set my client at ease. But, I would have no issue bringing him pleasure.

And not because I’d been paid to.

Chapter 2

Callum

My boss hadn’t been wrong about Zackary Briggs.

The tall drink of cool water tempted my sex and love-starved body to guzzle him down at first sight. An initial glimpse of him sitting alone at our table before we’d made eye contact had heated my blood. The scent of bergamot and lime filled my nose, causing my mouth to water. And the way he looked at me…

I was in trouble.

His hazel eyes hinted at a wealth of hard-earned wisdom and promised a mystery that wouldn’t be easily unraveled. But it was the blatant lust in his steady gaze that suggested hiring him hadn’t been the best choice.

Regardless of who he was, how off-limits he was to me, I wanted him with a burning hunger inside I thought only one man would ever be able to fulfill. Fire licked over my skin when Zack and I had touched. Shivers raced down my spine at his palm’s tender press against my lower back.

And when his fingertips brushed over mine while he handed me a glass of wine, a shock blasted through my chest that caused my heart to race.

“Thank you for choosing me,” he said, pleasure coating his every word.

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