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  But Sean found her exciting. He was a true believer of love at first sight. The moment he’d seen her, he’d found himself drawn to her like moth to fire. Pretending to be someone he wasn’t was the most devious thing he’d done in life. But if he had to sacrifice his ethic in order to possess her, so by God he would.

  “How about you? What’s your name?”

  “I’m Sean.”

  She cocked her head slightly, waiting for more.

  “Sean for now.”

  “Tricky.”

  “Am I? I’m an open book if you tell me more about yourself.”

  She pouted.

  Sean fought the urge to plaster a deep kiss on those inviting lips. God, he loved everything about her. From her silky mocha complexion to how blue her eyes were. She was exotic, one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in person. Her body was lush, buxom, generously curved in all the right places. The black cocktail dress she wore was shyly hiding her impressive cleavage, making his cock hard and his pulse race. The alpha male part of him was eager to unwrap her like a birthday gift. But he couldn’t do that. Sean pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. He wasn’t planning on jumping her bones. Not tonight anyway. He was curious to know who she was and he wanted to talk her out to dinner or a movie or something. If everything went well, he wanted to straighten this misunderstanding and see her like they were a normal couple.

  “Say, Sean. If you don’t mind me asking, why would you get a job like this?”

  A job like this? Oh, she meant as a male prostitute. “Why do you ask?”

  “You don’t look like a male escort at all. You look like…a lawyer or an investment banker, or a hotshot executive. I know an expensive suit when I see one.”

  Sean swallowed his amusement in silence. She had almost guessed it right. He owned a successful engineering company in Chicago. The money was good, but his long work hours were gruelling too. After he’d become widowed, he hadn’t been interested in putting himself in the dating game anymore. He had been so buried in work that finding another woman had been the least of his interests. On a few occasions, he’d taken some of his lady friends out for fancy dinners and nights in the town, but none of the casual outings had turned into anything meaningful. No woman had ever turned him on like his late wife Bethany had.

  Until Anna.

  “Some said I’m good company.”

  Her eyes sparkled. “No kidding.”

  “Scout’s honour. If you don’t mind, I’d like to suggest some activities for tonight’s party.”

  “Like what?”

  “I can get us a table at Le Cirque without a reservation. Maybe, after that, we could go catch a movie or something.”

  “I hired you to fuck.”

  “I’m sorry, but you don’t look like you’re ready for one.”

  Anna blanched. Then a flash of fear shimmered on her face. “You won’t hurt me, will you?”

  Shit. Had she been broken before? Was that the reason her ex-husband had ended up in prison? Sean leaned closer. “Never. I would never do such a thing to you, or to any woman. If you feel uncomfortable, I think we should just go out and enjoy the night. I’m up for whatever you’re into.”

  “I can’t afford you for more than one date. You’re expensive.”

  Sean blanched in return. He was expensive? Seriously? “I really like you, Anna. I wish I could be something more personal than just your client.” Now he felt like a dopey gigolo. A real one would never say something idiotic like that, would he? Sean secretly hoped she wouldn’t notice he wasn’t her real date.

  Anna’s eyes widened. She slowly shook her head. “No. This is a one-time thing. I must do this.”

  One-time thing? He didn’t think so. “Listen, Anna—”

  “Please.” She took one deep breath as if she wanted to suck in all the air in the room. “Give me… Give me a minute…”

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