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C cups are practically hanging out there for the world to see. “Truth be told, I’m fairly new at this, myself.”
    “You’ve never... aah... contacted Miss Black before?” I meant to emphasize that we could be each other’s firsts in this matter, but those storm cloud eyes of his darken, narrow, and my stomach does a slow roll.
    Danger, Will Robinson. Change the subject.
    Actions move more quickly than words, and so I widen my eyes, then place my hand on his knee, slide it up a bit, the movement both innocent and—I hope—seductive.
    His nostrils flare a bit as he looks down at where my hand grips his thigh, a breath shuddering out of him.
    “Perhaps you’d be more comfortable if we headed up to my room for a drink.” Tearing his gaze from my hand and moving it to my face, Henry cocks his head to the side and studies me. Flirtation—and maybe a bit more—is evident in his voice.
    Oh, shit. That was... fast. I thought he wanted a date more than anything... but it looks like we’re moving right toward the sex.
    The thought leaves me cold.
    Well, you didn’t think you were going to enjoy it, did you Carly?
    My expression must reflect my shock, because he leans in, kisses my cheek sweetly, his lips warm against the cool skin of my cheek.
    “Relax. Just a drink for now, away from prying eyes so you can relax. I’ll order up some champagne, and we’ll admire the city... I have a stellar view.” Picking up his glass, he downs the last sip of whiskey, what hasn’t spilled out onto the table. “Tonight goes at your pace. You have my word.”
    At my pace, I think as we stand, and he places a hand at the small of my back—a protective gesture, almost like this is a real date.
    At my pace, like a real date.
    And just like a real date, I know that he, the man, has his eyes on the prize. And I know as he guides me toward the back of the lounge that I need to find some courage, and find it fast, because that prize?
    That’s what’s going to give me the money. And m oney is freedom. Just ask anyone who doesn’t have any.
    Lured by this seemingly innocuous man, the comfortable feel of his hand on my back, the scent of his pricey cologne, when he leads me to a service door rather than the main entrance, I only hesitate for a moment. But... aren’t the elevators to the upper floors through the lobby, back the way I came?
    Well, he’s clearly been here before. Maybe he’s taking me this way so that we don’t run into anyone he knows. Though something about that niggles at my memory—didn’t he insist that I know his real name for just that purpose?
    But I’m paid to make the client happy. And oh, how I need to be paid. There’s no room for me to be ridiculous.
    “Come.” Ducking through the heavy door first, Henry turns back, extends a hand for me, that flirtatious, eager smile on his face again, making his resemble nothing so much as a little boy about to open his first birthday present.
    I’m guessing that I’m that present. And I’m wearing the safety bracelet that Miss Black gave me, after all. I’m pretty sure it has a GPS in it. So how much trouble could I possibly get into?
    “Coming.” I smile again, placing my hand in Henry’s own. My breath catches as he pulls me through the door, a little more eagerly than I had anticipated.
    I hear the click of the door closing behind me as I register the chill of an unfinished service hallway. I can hear the busy sounds of the lounge’s kitchen, so we’re not separated from other people by much. But there’s no one else back here, and the scattered toolboxes, hard hats, planks of wood and buckets of drywall tell me why—this area is under construction.
    We’re all alone, the smell of fresh paint stinging my nose. And while being alone appears to be exactly what Henry has in mind, I find it kinda eerie, the stillness of the hallway, the sounds of the hotel muted as though we’re underwater.
    The thought is quickly jolted from my mind. My breath