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“You mean what do I like to drink?” Madison takes a step closer.

I keep my back to her, giving her the ability to get as close as she wants. “Unless you want to talk about what you’re into in other ways.”

I turn around and lean against the cart, surveying her up and down.

“Oh, um, drinks. I like wine.”

“Wine it is. Classy.”

I pour her some white wine from the bottom of the cart and walk over to hand her the glass.

But I don’t just pass her glass to her without taking advantage of the closeness.

Instead, I place my free hand on her hip and study her face. Her eyes drop immediately, and she takes her glass. “Thanks. I… I appreciate it.”

She sips at her wine, and I watch her for a moment until she seems to find the courage to look at me again. I sip my bourbon and keep my eyes on her. She’s clearly nervous. Maybe she’s not sure if she’s cut out for this.

Well, I want to make sure she knows I’m extremely attracted to her and that she’ll definitely be getting a bonus.

“This must be your first time, huh?” I ask.

“Yeah, I… Well, I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, but…” She doesn’t seem to know how to explain herself, but I’ll make it clear that words aren’t what does it for me.

I set my bourbon on the bar cart and approach Madison, taking slow measured steps.

When I reach her, I step behind her and wrap my arms around her from behind. I press my groin into her ass, feeling its plumpness against what is quickly becoming an erection.

“I want to let you know that you’re doing all right so far. And I think we’re going to have averyfun evening.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Madison asks, whirling out of my grasp like I’ve just put a gun to her head.

I blink at her, so surprised that I have no idea what to say. And that rarely ever happens to me. We aren’t supposed to mention the pay. That ruins the whole night if we’re discussing money for her being my escort. She’s just supposed to pretend to be into me. Whether she is or not is really irrelevant.

I finally find my tongue and take a step toward Madison. She takes a step back. “What do you mean what am I doing?”

The doorbell rings, and I’m confused. “Wait a second. Don’t go anywhere.”

I stride to the front door, irritation settling in. When I fling the door open, I see a young woman with the same long, dark hair as Madison. Exceptthiswoman is dressed up in a red, silky dress with a slit up the side. She looks like she’s ready to go to a club.

It suddenly hits me that the womannowin front of me is my escort. She’s the woman I’ve been thinking about all day. So then who the hell is the woman in my living room?

The woman on the front step smiles at me, biting her lower lip. “Are you ready for some fun, Ethan?”

I sigh, trying to figure out how to deal with this. “Actually, plans have changed. You’ll get your payment and a bonus for flexibility, but I don’t need an escort tonight.”

She looks absolutely astounded, but I don’t care enough to stand there and explain anymore. I need to figure out who Madison is and what she is doing here. She admitted it was her first time… Her first time what?

“God! You thought I was an escort?” Madison asks from the door to the living room. Gone is the somewhat awkwardand shy woman. She’s been replaced by someone who is filled with anger and annoyance.

I turn to look at her more closely. The confusion on her face is genuine.

“I hired someone to arrive at six. It’s six. You showed up, and…”

Madison laughs. “And you thought I was here to…flirt with you?”

I shrug. “Or…something else. The limits are up to us.”

Madison’s mouth gapes open, and I wish I hadn’t added that piece of information. The truth, though, is that I haven’t completely been able to let go of the idea of sleeping with Madison tonight. I know logically that it’s not going to happen, but I want to figure out why she’s here.

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