Page 10 of Sin City Lights

He’d been with countless escorts. For years. Not once had he encountered this. They serviced him with feigned enthusiasm, while he knew they were performing. Not that he’d minded. The last thing he wanted was any kind of real connection.

But this woman… Well, if she’d been faking, she really was worthy of an Academy Award.

What kind of escort comes like that?

She’d been attracted to him, undeniably; he knew it. Felt it. If anything, darkness had taken things to a new level of erotic.

Admittedly, she intrigued and excited him too. He didn’t know what had driven him to do what he’d done and say what he’d said. Except for being in the same bedroom, nothing had gone the way he’d planned. Not how he’d been compelled to explore her, not how he’d wondered if she looked as good as her profile photos, not the way he’d exploded, fully dressed, without so much as a touch of her hands or mouth.

He’d gone over the edge with her, gritting his teeth to stifle his groan, every muscle contracting with the effort to keep from shuddering.

She didn’t know and never would.

Because he wouldn’t see her again.

He didn’t need the complication. But even though a week had passed, he couldn’t get her out of his head. Her scent, her skin, the way she’d come undone with him.

How she had laughed when he’d revealed his name.

“Adam…and Eve?” Her voice had sounded sweet and a little hoarse. He knew that was from the screaming caused by what he’d done to her, and it was sexy as hell.

All week, in the shower, she’d been the star of every morning fantasy. Sometimes, at night too.

He rolled back to his desk, reopened his laptop, and brought up the Eleet website.

New photos.

Eve, in a red halter dress that hugged her body perfectly. The memory of that body pressed against his slammed into him again. This woman didn’t need to pose provocatively in revealing lingerie. In that knee-length number and with that sweet smile on those full lips, she was hotter than all the other women on that website put together.

Girl Next Door meets Temptress in Red.

Christ, he was hard again.

He needed someone for tonight.

Sliding his phone out of his pocket, he quickly thumbed through his contacts, then tapped to dial Eleet.

Eve

“You have a client request,” Kitty’s voice purred out of the speaker.“And he is VIP.”

Eve poured coffee into her favorite smiley face mug, added milk, and stirred.“Is he repeat?” she asked the Eleet liaison.

Only out of curiosity. Nothing to do with Adam constantly drifting into her thoughts throughout the week. She would be doing something, and flashbacks would freeze her in her tracks. It made her anxious, and she didn’t like the restless feeling.

“He is a repeat, yes.”

Her heart did a little flip.

“It’s Devon Thomason.”

“Oh.” Her shoulders sagged with disappointment, and she was irritated with herself for that.

She liked Devon. Polite, intelligent, and easy on the eyes.

“Well, curb your enthusiasm,” Kitty drawled.“Are you going to turn down this one too?”

A perk of being top-tier at Eleet was the right of refusal. She could decline any request for any reason. This week, she’d nixed both appointments she’d been offered. Doing it a third time would be pushing it.

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