This has to be a record.

Bryce Van Der Linden is truly gifted.

I almost fall down on my knees because my legs are so limp, but Bryce catches me and lifts me in his arms.

He walks me to the bed, and then grabs up my lacy panties off the floor.

He lifts them to his nose. “I could get drunk on your heady scent.”

He drops to his knees to help me back into my panties.

As he pulls them up my legs, I stop him.

“They’re a bit wet,” I say, embarrassed by how quickly he brought me to climax.

“In that case, why don’t I hold onto them until I see you again.” He doesn’t wait for my consent, just tugs them right back off and shoves them in his pocket. “Let me grab your money.”

What? That’s it?

I’m a bit confused and disappointed, but when I see the huge pile of money in Bryce’s hands, I remember Todd’s advice, and snap out of my fantasy world and back to reality.

“We’ve been together for about four and a half hours. Right?”

“I think so,” I say.

“Do you want to get dressed while I count your cash?”

Since I’ve never done this before, I’m not sure if this is normal or if I did something to turn Bryce off. I thought I’d have to pleasure him, but he’s sending me home.

“I’ve hired the driver for another few hours. You can either go home with him, or grab one of the taxis in front of the hotel and I’ll give you extra money for the fare.”

I try to get up and move, but my legs are still shaking.

I’ve never been touched like that before.

I’ve been single for a few years now, and I’ve had to learn how to take care of business, since my ex-boyfriends were incapable.

Bryce succeeded where others failed.

Unbelievable.

Speaking of the sexy as fuck billionaire…

He’s staring at me as I try to compose myself.

Did I screw up somewhere, and have I blown my first job as an escort?

God, can I not even get this right?

Bryce hands me a bulging, black, zipped-up pouch containing my fee. “Have you decided?”

“Decided?”

“About your ride back home?”

Oh. “I’ll grab a taxi.”

“Right. I’ll cancel the car.”