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The Daxon Brothers all have day jobs. At night, they’re escorts. But a different kind of escort.
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“You look gorgeous,” I say, unable to keep the truth to myself.
“Thank you.” A small smile tugs on her pretty lips.
Apparently, she got the reaction she was aiming for.
Her head tilts. “I thought I’d show off my power tonight.”
“It’s radiating from you, Miss Redmon.”
“Please.” She touches my shoulder, and I feel the touch to my soul. “Let’s stick to Cassie. It’s more informal, and tonight, I’m not about being your boss.”
I bite my bottom lip. “Cassie.” I run my eyes down the length of her. “You’re definitely someone’s boss. But I guarantee you”—I lift my eyes to hers—“you’re not mine.”
“Good.” Her brows flick with mischievousness. “Now,” she says with a crooked grin.
“I’m ready.”
“Yes. You do portray a resemblance of ready.” I put out my elbow. “Shall we?”
“Be careful, Brett.” She loops her arm in mine. “I might mistake you for a gentleman.”
I slide my eyes to her, feeling a tug on the corner of my mouth. “Oh, Cassie, that’ll never happen.” Arm in arm, we walk to the elevator. “It’s something else I can guarantee you.”
I stop and press the elevator button. “Especially while you’re showing off your power.”
The door opens, and we get in.
“Where are we going?”
“The Red Door. I figured I owe you dinner there, seeing as I walked out on you the last time we were at the restaurant.”
“Yes.” She turns to me as the doors close us in. “I should’ve realized then.” She shifts forward until her tits almost touch my chest. “You’re not a gentleman.”
I gaze down at her lips. “The warning signs have been there all along.” I hold back from taking her into my arms and giving her mouth a well-deserved lashing. “You just weren’t paying attention to them.”
“I was.” She touches my suitcoat collar, running her fingers slowly down it. “But remember”—she places her hand on my chest—“I don’t want nice.” Her eyes lift to mine. “I want you.”
Saved by a ding, the doors open. I hold my hand up to usher her out.
My eyes follow hers as she steps out of the elevator.
“Why don’t we concentrate on our date and not what we want.”
She walks out of the building alongside me. “You can do that.” I open the car door for her. “But while we’re making small talk, drinking and eating, the only thing I’m going to be thinking about is you” —she tilts her head back to grant me full access of her determined eyes— “ripping my clothes off.”
She gets into the passenger seat and looks up at me with another cheeky smile.
I slam the door closed. “Fuck.” I walk around the car, trying to convince myself not to take her back to her apartment and give her what she wants.
But it’s not going down like that. She needs to get to know me and I her. We owe it to ourselves to do that. We met under fucked-up circumstances. We need to make this right.
I press the start button of my car and stare straight ahead. “For the next two hours, please refrain from saying things like that.”
“Only the next two hours?”
I shift my head her way, finding her sexy, cunning eyes waiting for me. “Yes.”
“Sure.” She bats her long eyelashes. “I can do that.”
