Page 9 of Escorting the Mogul

“You mean she quit,” I insisted.

“Is that what it means?” He sounded confused and, more interestingly, upset.

“Sounds like she quit to me.” I let that sink in. “So if you two are done…can I have her number? There’s not a lot of action out here tonight.”

“No, youcannothave her number,” he snarled. “I’ll text you her service’s number—there’s a girl there you might like. Jenny. She’s Audrey’s friend. Go get an escort of your own.”

I chuckled. “I know you like this girl. You can try to hide it, but you suck at it.”

“Thanks,” he said tersely.

“You might want to call her,” I said. “If I want her number, other guys do, too.”

“Talk to you later,” he said.

“If you’re lucky,” I said, then hung up.

My phone pinged with texts from James.

This is AccommoDating’s number.

The girl’s name is Jenny.

I grinned and dialed the number. I was always up for an adventure. More than that, I was always game for one-upping James. If my friend could have a hot, no-strings-attached fake girlfriend for the next two weeks? So could I. And mine would be even hotter, with even fewer strings.

Let the games begin!

JENNY

“Jenny,I need you to come in ASAP.” Elena cleared her throat. “I have a top assignment for you.”

“Please don’t say it’s Loopsy again. He got so drunk last night that he almost fell down.” Iwishhe’d fallen, but I hadn’t been that lucky.

“It’s not.” The madam paused for a beat. “It’s one of James Preston’s friends. He’s a billionaire, too. Apparently, James gave him our number. He asked for you specifically—he wants an escort of his own for the next two weeks. He’s willing to pay top-tier. This is your big break, Jenny. This is life-changing money.”

“Ho my frickin’ God!” I jumped up, rattling the sidewalk table at Dunkin’, where I was drinking a coffee. The other customers stared. “My ownbillionaire?”

“Jenny,pleasekeep your voice down. Are you in public?”

“Um, maybe.” I hitched up my tube top and ignored the women at the next table, who were gaping at me.

“Just come to the office. I need to get your outfits planned. And we need to talk about etiquette—these are very exclusive parties you’ll be attending.”

“Yes, Elena.” I nodded vigorously, even though she couldn’t see me. I had no idea what she meant by “exclusive,” but I was going to figure it out and quick.

A billionaire of my own.I could figure out how to walk on my hands and speak French for a billionaire of my own! Well, maybe I could figure out how to walk on my hands. French seemed kind of tough.

“Jenny!” Elena sounded exasperated. “Isaid, can you come in straight away? Don’t even go home. He wants you for an event tonight. We need to get you fitted and packed.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m coming in now.” I grabbed my iced coffee and hustled down the street, my boobs jiggling in my tube top, zero fucks to give about all the stares I was getting.A billionaire all my own.Life-changing money.

Maybe God really was listening.

If there wasone thing I loved about my job, it was the back office. There were racks and racks of designer clothes, shoes, high-end bags, and other accessories. We all picked clothes for our assignments from there. Elena kept everything we needed—whether the John liked his escort to look like a flight attendant, a Playboy bunny, or a dominatrix, we had it all.

Expensive clothes from stores I would never dare to enter in real life lined the racks. I didn’t care about labels—high fashion was a luxury I couldn’t even afford to think about. But I loved playing dress-up. A fancy outfit and a pair of heels made me feel like a new woman, someone with a closet filled with such things and plenty of places to wear them.

Elena had already started pulling “looks,” as she called them. Dress after dress in soft pastel colors with high necklines. Iscowled at the gowns. “Elena…ew! Who are these looks for? The billionaire’s grandmother?”

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