USA Today Bestselling Author
You get what you pay for…
It’s my thirtieth birthday. It’s also Valentine’s Day. I’m not sure which one sucks most.
My best friend, Sarah, begged me to go out with her and her husband for dinner, but I’m not in the mood for celebration. I’ve worked hard all day, run for an hour, and now I plan to spend the evening alone playing video games and eating a whole tub of cookie dough ice cream.
But when I get home, I discover a man sitting on the carpet in the corridor outside my penthouse apartment.
He’s tall, gorgeous, wearing an expensive suit, and carrying the biggest bouquet of red roses I’ve ever seen.
He also has a huge red bow tied around his waist.
“I’m from Casanovas,” he says.
Hmm. That sounds vaguely familiar…
He gestures at the bow, and his smile turns mischievous. “Sarah says Happy Birthday.”
Oh. My. God.
Sarah and Elise made their billions by hacking companies and then selling their services to make their sites secure. While Sarah is happily married with two children, Elise is single and refuses to even date. Her heart can’t take it.
When for her birthday Sarah hires an escort from Casanovas, she isn’t interested at all. That is until they have a drink, play a video game and talk.
This is a favorite scene.
I shift to face her, resting an elbow on the back and my head on my hand. She turns her head to look at me. She has dark-green eyes, and they’re filled with something—hope? Longing? A little fear, I think.
“You’re good at the game,” she says.
“So are you.” I know I would’ve had trouble beating her if she’d been fully focused.
“I like that you play.” She studies her whisky. “My ex didn’t like video games.”
It’s the first time she’s mentioned a previous partner. I give a rueful smile.
“He must have broken your heart badly to make you hole up in here.”
She looks out of the window, across the harbor. “It’s a long story.”
“You want to tell me?”
I sigh. “Why are you alone? It’s your thirtieth birthday, and it’s Valentine’s Day. You should be surrounded by your friends and family tonight. You should be married, your husband hanging on your every world, waiting desperately to get you into bed tonight because you’re so fucking sexy.”
She gives me a wry look. “Now come on, we’ve got on well up until now being normal. Don’t give me the escort patter.”
“Oh, come on. I’m sitting here in yoga pants. I haven’t even blow-dried my hair. I can only imagine what your usual clients look like.”
“You’re right. You’re very different from them. You’re like one of the red roses in the bouquet I brought you. Your beauty is completely natural.”
She studies me for a long moment. “You’re paid to be here,” she says eventually. “To make me feel good. How can I believe anything you say?”
I frown. I like women. I like the way they smell; how soft their bodies are. I like that their voices are different, and I like listening to them laugh. I know I’m not bad looking and I have a good body. I enjoy their admiration, and I pride myself on being able to give them pleasure. I don’t have to fake it when I tell them they’re beautiful, even if it’s not in the traditional sense of the word. I can always find something beautiful about a woman.
When I go to a client’s apartment, it’s because they’ve rung Casanovas and asked for me. When I arrive, we both know why I’m there, and although we might sit and have a drink first and talk, it doesn’t usually take long to get down to business. Once or twice I’ve had a client who’s not hired an escort before, and they can be a little shy.
But this is the first time I’ve had to seduce one.
Woods, Serenity. Casanova. Kindle Locations (535-562). Kindle Edition.
He does finally manage to seduce her, and she gets out of him why he works as an escort.
Once he’s gone she finds herself still thinking about him, and after a call from Sarah she decides to do something more.
An interesting take on the billionaire falls for an escort scenario, one I fully enjoyed. Lots of sizzling heat, laughter, fun and more. I know I will be reading more of Serenity’s books.
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USA Today Bestselling Author Serenity Woods lives in the sub-tropical Northland of New Zealand with her wonderful husband and gorgeous teenage son. She writes hot and sultry contemporary romances with a happy ever after, and she would much rather immerse herself in reading or writing romance than do the dusting and ironing, which is why it’s not a great idea to pop round if you have any allergies.