Free Living in Sin (The Escort Series) by Isabel Lucero Page B

love my wife; lord knows I do, but she’s one of the difficult ones. It took me a long time to convince her to give me a shot.”
    “Ah, but John. Isn’t that the fun part? The chase? The wooing and seducing?”
    John shakes his head. “Maybe for you. It’s different these days, plus I’m sure you have the means to do more wooing and seducing than I ever could.”
    “I have looks and personality, doesn’t that count for something?” I ask with a laugh.
    “You’re humble, too,” he says, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
    “Hey. I can make money off these looks,” I reply with a wink. I get up and make my way to the front where I see a cab has just pulled up.
    I hear him laugh as he stands up to make his way back to the front desk. “Well, good luck tonight with the lady.”
    “Thanks, John. If I’m lucky, maybe you’ll meet her in a few hours.”
    It takes a second for him to figure out what I meant. He shakes his head again, and smiles. “Stay humble, Sir…Jace.”
    “Although I like the sound of Sir Jace, just Jace will do,” I joke.
    After the twenty minute ride, I have about five minutes to get to the restaurant. I can only hope she’s one of those women who takes too long getting ready and is late. I hurry into the casino and find my way to the restaurant. When I arrive, I don’t see her, so I hang out near the entrance. I look down at my watch to check the time. It’s exactly six-thirty.
    “Are you waiting for someone?” a sultry voice asks.
    I look up and I’m face to face with Adrienne. I take a minute to look over her body. She’s wearing a short, turquoise colored cocktail dress. The middle is slightly see-through with different colored beads. It looks like it’s made to show off her small waist and curvy hips. Her long, flawless legs are on full display, and the silver heels she has on makes them look even better. I can’t help but think about how I’d love to have her wearing only those heels, with her legs thrown over my shoulders.
    I hear her clear her throat, trying to get my attention.
    “Sorry,” I say as I look those beautiful gray-green eyes. “I’m glad you came.”
    “Was dinner necessary? You could just give me my phone now.”
    “Of course dinner’s necessary. We all need to eat. Now come on,” I say as I extend my arm so she can hook hers through it.
    She hesitates only briefly before taking the few steps needed to reach me. Her arm slides through and rests in the crook of my elbow.
    I tell the hostess my name and we’re immediately seated.
    After a few seconds of awkward silence, I break it.
    “God-like creature, huh?” I ask with a smirk.
    With her elbows on the table, she drops her head and puts her hands on her forehead, shielding her eyes from mine. When I laugh, her head snaps up, and she drops her hands to her lap.
    “You really shouldn’t read people’s personal texts.”
    “I’m sorry. Your friend was very persistent and the damn thing kept going off. The messages were continuing to pop up on the screen. My curiosity got the best of me. I apologize.”
    “Your nosiness,” she murmurs.
    “So, care to elaborate on that nickname?” I ask.
    “Not really, and how do you even know she was talking about you? Are you that full of yourself that you think you are the only God-like creature on Earth?”
    “I’m not full of myself, but you do realize that you just admitted to thinking I was a God-like creature, right?”
    “What? No I didn’t.”
    “Yeah you did. You said ‘are you that full of yourself that you think you are the only God-like creature on Earth?’”
    I can see a little blood rush to her cheeks, and she tries hiding a smile.
    “Anyway, can I have my phone now?” she asks, trying not to look directly at me.
    “I think I’ll hold onto it until after dinner.”
    “Fine,” she huffs.
    “Is it really so bad to be out on a date with me?” I ask.
    She finally looks me in the eyes and studies me for a minute like she’s thinking