Living in Sin (The Escort Series) by Isabel Lucero

I pair that with some black faux suede strappy platform heels.
    Looking in the mirror, I apply some light eyeliner and mascara, then some pinkish lipstick with gloss. Bam. Done.
    When I get there, I pull out my phone and text Em to let her know that I’m here. Her response is quick. She tells me to meet her inside.
    I walk into the building and try to find the elevators. It takes a few minutes, but I finally find them and escape from the loud noises of the casino. The ride up is smooth and I lie my head back and close my eyes. The elevator dings and I’m greeted with vintage décor. It’s much dimmer up here, very romantic. The windows showcase a beautiful view of the city.
    I look around but don’t see Em anywhere. I text her again.
     
    Me: Where are you? I’m at the restaurant already.
     
    Emilie: Grab the table, please! It’s under my name. Just go sit before they give the table away.
     
    Me: You’re always late!! Hurry up. I don’t wanna look all lonely and sad up here.
     
    Emilie: Yeah yeah
     
    I go to the hostess and tell her Em’s name. She takes me straight to the table, and it’s one near a window. I thank her then turn my head to look out the window. The twinkling lights down below make it seem so peaceful, but I know it’s a madhouse down there.
    After the waiter brings me some water, I tell him to give me a few more minutes since I’m waiting on Emilie.
    I text her…again.
     
    Me: Hurry the EFF up!
     
    Emilie: Don’t be mad at me…
     
    Me: Em you better not be standing me up. You asked me to come out and now I’m here. Get your ass over here!
     
    Emilie: …………
     
    That’s her response. Fucking dots. I don’t even know what to say. I take a deep breath and look around the restaurant. It’s not too packed. I can just get up and walk out and be fine. I’m still pissed that I got ready for nothing.
     
    Me: You’re a bitch, and I hate you. I’m leaving now. Don’t talk to me for at least three days.
     
    I grab my clutch from the table, and go to stand up, but what I see next stops me dead in my tracks.
    “Adrienne,” the deep, sensual voice says.
    I pause in a half standing, half sitting position with my eyes wide and I’m sure my jaw just hit the table. I eventually snap out of it and let myself fall back into the seat.
    “Uhh…” I say, aware that I sound like an idiot.
    He gives me a smile, showing off his perfectly white teeth before he sits down on the opposite side of the table.
    “I was just leaving,” I say.
    “You just got here,” he quickly responds.
    “How do you know?” I snap.
    “Because, I was downstairs and just watched you come in.”
    “I’m still leaving.”
    “You don’t want to stay and have dinner with me?” He gives me another perfect smile and I almost want to just sit, stare, and bat my eyelashes at him. Stupid, God-like man.
    “No. I was supposed to have dinner with my friend, but apparently after making me come here, she changed her mind.”
    “If I had made you come, I wouldn’t change my mind about spending time with you,” he says and gives me a mischievous smile.
    He catches me by surprise with that statement, and once again I’m sure my mouth is open and eyes unblinking.
    “Okay, why are you here? What are you doing?” I ask, trying to keep my mind from him making me come.
    “Well, it looks like we’re on a date.” He leans back in his chair and I notice he’s got a nice light blue button up shirt on that brings out his eyes.
    “We’re not on a date. I was here, waiting for my friend, and you showed up. That’s not a date.”
    “It can turn into one though.”
    “I think you have enough dates,” I blurt out before thinking about it.
    He leans forward and tilts his head a bit like he’s trying to figure something out.
    “What do you mean?” he asks calmly.
    “I don’t go on dates with men who date several other women.”
    “Who says I’m dating several other women?” He leans back again and strokes the