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talk me into this," I said into my c

that one week's work would bag you a hundred thou‐ sand

just an idea. Now it's real and I actua

," Callie said. "R

o his family stay off his back and his old grandm

t's

king hot, just your type. You're basically going to have a nice week in

e you regret offering me the

dle the other client. He's ... messier shall we say," Callie said. "No

t, but I was still so nervous. I blamed the wine we drank the other night,

that played by the rules. I wasn't

op the miss perfect persona and just be me. Maybe this was my chance to make it happen. I checked my watch. Five minutes until we were due to meet. This moment was my last chance to back out

to say I had to use t

deep male voice s

espite my disappointment. The man behind me must have been almost sixty and

t because this guy would struggle to find a twenty-five-year fiancé that he wasn't paying. I felt as though I could already h

, hoping I sounded

. "Your plane is almost ready for take-off. We jus

ase from me and then he fell into step beside me. I forced myself to keep looking straig

e voice called from behi

ase excuse

o, I stopped and

oor lounge and take Mr Andrews' daughter to runway three," the woman asked. "Sure,"

r the airpor

. "Why else would I be esc

ad no idea what the man I was meeting looked like and

of the crew would

all of their safety checks

me to step through. I thanked him and I found myself outside

gers. I'll put your luggage in the hold. Wo

ank you,

had lied, I was just going to think of the money and smile and get on with it, just like I had when I had thought I was about to be seen as the latest gold digger i

" I

e aboard. Mr Summers is waiting for

being paranoid. It couldn't be him ... could it? But it was. As I stepped into the ai

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