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

facial hair on his jaw.
    “Well, I saw you with a woman just last night.” I don’t tell him that I’ve watched the way he interacts with other women as well, and was jealous about it.
    “That’s one woman, and we aren’t dating.”
    “Right. Well, even if I believed you, you’d have to actually ask me out on a date before I’d agree to be on one with you.”
    I stand up and start walking away from the table. My hands are shaking and I want to slap myself for not just sitting there, but I refuse to be one of many.
    “Adrienne.”
    I hear him calling me, but I refuse to stop or turn around. Nope. Not gonna trap me with those beautiful eyes and wonderful smile. Not even if he ripped his shirt off and showed off what I’m sure is an amazing body. Okay, that might give me pause, but there’s no way I’m giving in.
    I rush out of the restaurant and jam my finger into the elevator button over and over until it opens. I’m relieved when I don’t see him rushing after me. And slightly disappointed.
    Gah! I’m so stupid. I give myself a face palm and wait for the elevator to drop me off at the first floor. Once it opens, I fly out and walk as fast as I can to my car. I open the door, throw my clutch on the passenger seat and drive home.
    When I’m inside my apartment, I try to figure out how many names I can call Emilie before she hangs up on me. She’s got a lot of explaining to do.
    I walk to the table where I throw all my stuff and look for my phone. Clutch, keys, but no phone. Did I? I couldn’t have. Fuck. I left my phone at the goddamn restaurant and now fucking blue eyes has it! That’s probably why he called my name, but he only called it once. I’m sure he realized he could use this to his advantage. Dammit!

 
     
     
    Sitting around an oak wood poker table in Marc’s entertainment room, I listen to Kade talk about his first appointment. I peek at my cards. An ace and a ten, my favorite hand. I throw in a few chips and wait to see what everybody else is going to do.
    “It wasn’t too bad. We just went to some party that her company was having at the MGM,” he says with a shrug.
    “Uh huh, and?” Nico prods.
    “Nothing,” Kade says almost defensively.
    The rest of us look at each other with knowing eyes. He’s embarrassed to talk about what actually happened.
    Troy finally looks at his cards and throws in his own chips, and Nico folds his hand.
    “She was old as shit, wasn’t she?” Nico asks.
    Kade doesn’t say anything; he looks at his cards and throws them to the center of the table. “She wasn’t that old,” he says.
    I laugh. “So she was what? Forty?”
    Kade looks around at us all and then runs his hand over his buzzed head, like he’s trying to brush something off the top of his head. “Okay, she was maybe sixty.”
    “Knockin’ boots with the granny, huh?” Nico laughs.
    “Shut up,” Kade responds, trying to hold his laughter in.
    “Don’t worry about it, man,” I say. “We’ve all been there. You got your money, that’s all you gotta worry about.”
    “I didn’t fuck her anyway,” he says, almost pushing Nico out of his seat. “After being presented to all of her old friends as her date, which she was obviously proud about, we went up to a hotel room.”
    “Oooh!” Nico chimes in, laughing.
    Kade ignores him. “She just wanted me to strip for her, and then she ran her wrinkled fingers all over my body. She kept touching my chest and abs, and talking about how it had been so long since she’d touched a man’s body that was firm with muscles.”
    “It’ll get crazier,” I say.
    “Marc, get your ass in here, it’s on you. I’m about to just throw your cards in,” I yell.
    “I’m coming! Hold on. I just gotta get these drinks.”
    Marc comes walking in holding three hook glasses in one hand and two in the other. They’re all filled with dark liquid.
    “What’s this?” I ask.
    “It’s just something I came up with.”
    “I ain’t drinking that