Page 21 of The Owner's Temptation

I exhale, shaking my head.

“You’re never going to believe this.”

I’ve spent an two entire weeks training to be a high-end escort.

If I had told myself a month ago that this would be my life, I would have laughed—loudly, obnoxiously, probably while choking on my coffee. But here I am, standing in front of my mirror, dressed in a silk robe after another long day at The Black Ledger, assessing myself with a sharp, critical eye.

Because this isn’t what I expected.

Not even close.

When I first walked through those gilded doors, I assumed the job would be one thing—gorgeous women on the arms of wealthy men, playing the role of an adoring date. I thought maybe there would be etiquette lessons, some coaching on conversation and charm. Maybe even a little training on how to fake interest in old-money assholes who talk about their hedge funds too much.

And yes, those things do exist. But what I didn’t expect?

The depth of control these women have.

Because being a Ledger Companion isn’t just about being wanted—it’s about commanding attention.

The first few days were a crash course in poise.

How to walk into a room and own it. How to control body language in a way that draws eyes without even trying. How to sit, stand, cross my legs, tilt my chin—each movement deliberately designed to radiate confidence.

By week two, it had become something more intense.

How to read a man’s desires before he even speaks.

How to redirect power back to myself in every interaction.

How to command a room, not just be present in it.

Eve has been leading most of our training since Elena took on a contract the same day I walked through those doors.

She’s sharp, no-nonsense, and effortlessly elegant—a woman who moves like she already owns whatever space she’s in.

“You’re not here to be a pretty accessory,” she told us in one of our first sessions. “You’re here to be a luxury—an experience men pay for because they can’t have it anywhere else.”

She makes it look so easy.

The other women? Some are already thriving. Some, like me, are still finding their footing.

Because this?

This is so much more than I ever imagined.

I also didn’t realize just how impossible it is to gain access to The Black Ledger.

It’s not just elite—it’s untouchable.

You can’t buy your way in. You can’t apply. The men who hold Ledger contracts are hand-selected, their membership approved only after months of scrutiny.

No leaks. No scandals. No accidental exposure.

And that’s exactly why they pay millions.

Two new recruits leveled up to Companions already. It seems they hadprevious experience. Three others left so there are fifteen of us now.

I’m fine remaining in the learning phase, applying for jobs and getting my $10,000 a week.

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