An Escort For Christmas: A Billionaire Novella - Plot & Excerpts
King standing there waiting. He fidgeted with his cufflinks and checked his watch several times before he noticed me. He seemed on edge, but the moment he laid eyes on me, his expression changed. His gaze burned a path down my body and sent my pulse skyrocketing. If I didn’t already feel exposed, the flare of hunger in his eyes definitely accomplished that. I wasn’t used to men looking at me that way. I wasn’t used to dressing… like this. My heels had gotten taller, the dress shorter, and the way his irises were contracting, I’d definitely met the requirements on his list. It set off a chain reaction in my own body, and I wasn’t sure why. On the inside, it annoyed me that I had to dress a certain way to meet his standards. All the better, I thought. It was going to make my job a lot easier over the next two weeks. The man might be hot as hell, but he was an arrogant ass. The kind who needed his woman to look a certain way before he deemed her acceptable.
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