The Billionaire's Escort

ly at six in the evening. Alic

off immediately.” She barely gave me a chance to say a word. She op

arms. It was a backless, low-cut floor-length dress with a nude tulle underlay. “You should inv

was gettin

ve it. I don’t do arguments. Especially when we have a very important

or wasn’t me. I gasped in surprise. My own mother wouldn’t recognize me. I looked like a film star. My auburn hair sparkled with a bit of glitter in

heshire Cat. “Stunning. Y

er heels, and - thank the client - it wa

a tracking device installed and all the relevant numbers saved on it. Cool, huh?” she pressed it into my hand, and I

moved my head to appreciate the earrings spark

o be careful with those. Sometimes he lets t

in return? I wasn’t sure I could go

. “Katja, you’d better not get cold feet now my girl. This i

lming breath. I mean, I am allowed to say

Mr. Black is a well-respected gentleman. You’re perfectly safe,

chose as my work name.” I wasn’t even s

ligible Billionaire bachelors in Europe.” Alicia smirked at my open

s me now, no more Katja.

*

going to the prince’s ball in this luxurious carriage. Hopefully the prince won’t turn into a frog at the end of the night, I chuckled to myself. The driver caught my eye in the

ack residence. Residence was an understatement. The place was palatial and brightly lit from the outside to

fore we leave for the event. Follow me Miss,

de entrance hall, my heels clicking on the black and white mar

right down.” he said and turni

white creating the effect that you stepped into an old-time movie. But the man coming down those stairs took my breath away and left

out loud to my ut

st gorgeous aquamarine eyes. He held out his right hand an

presume?” he said, hand outstret

at that moment I thought I was going to float away or swoon at his feet like a lovestruck teenager. But I pulled

I mumbled. My fingers were

?” he said, his voice like rich chocolate, smooth and silky. If it wer

, I

o.” He pulled my arm through his and led the way. He could have led me to hell, and I wouldn’t have cared. The man’s colog

by I thanked him anyway. “You have good

d,” he

r counter that took up the space of one entire wall and I notice

rt he would made a stunning bartender. His tips would have been off the charts, especially the way his

some kind of lush so I said, “A white

ou that there is no need at all. I don’t bite.” He poured himself a stiff malt. “So, tell m

of him asking me such a personal question. “Why do you need an esco

nded.” He raised his glass to mine. I felt like a complete douche for losing my sh

what I do, and I don’t want to discuss it.” It occurred to me he didn’t say he wasn’t batting for the oth

u have spunk.” His eyes roved over me, evaluating r

is… can I call it a date?” The wine spritzer fizz

n away from me. Can you do that Lucy?” the way he said it made it seem l

nage that.” I rais