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twenty-five thousand a month, no argument. Didn’t ask me how much I thought “double the going rate” was, or even mention her fee. No, I’m most certain she’s never done this before, especially considering she was so snug. Christ, was she snug!
    Forget Charlotte. What the hell was up with me ? I went down on her—I never do that with someone I’m paying! I made love to her—I don’t do that with ... anyone. I have casual sex. I fuck hard. I never make love—not my thing—not usually—not ever!
    I bring my hands to my face and try to rub away my confusion. I’ve got to look at her file again. Kyle said she checked out all right. I just skimmed over it, having full confidence in Kyle’s abilities. Of course, he didn’t know the real reason for her background check. I climb out of bed, slip my boxers on, and head to the living room. I grab a bottle of water and take a quick sip before I retrieve her file from my briefcase.
    Charlotte Rose McKendrick ... thirty-three ... BA in English ... spouse: Joshua Thomas McKendrick ... Hampstead, NH.
    “Spouse?!” How did I miss that? I look again. My eyes drop further down the page for the detailed biography Kyle always gives.
    Her husband abandoned her? And her three kids. Kids ... shit! Brogan, Bennett, and Brooklynn. I’m sensing a theme here. Her divorce is almost finalized—good. House in foreclosure. Recently laid off from a doctor’s office. Son Bennett has special needs. What kind of special needs? Hmm ... it doesn’t say.
    I close the file. I don’t need to know any more ... not now. This is enough to know my suspicions were correct. I’m her first client. I sit on the couch, lean forward, and rest my head in my hands. Shit ... now what? This can’t possibly work. She’s that type ... not this type. She’s the girl who falls in love, gets married, has a few kids, and lives out the rest of her life in domestic bliss (well, I’m sure that was her plan). She’ll want more. I’ll have to start all over with a less-than-perfect version of—her. Christ. She’s exactly what I want. Somehow, her situation makes her even closer to perfection for me. First, she’s probably too busy to bother being disloyal. Will she be too busy for me, though? Secondly, she doesn’t have to pretend to know how to be a girlfriend. She was a wife for almost ten years! If I’m honest with myself, a wife figure is what I really want. One without all of the bullshit and strings attached. Ugh, God ... what the hell am I thinking? I’m not thinking! No, I can’t do this with her—she’ll want more. I won’t give her that. I’ll give her a month’s salary and walk away.
    “Hey.”
    My eyes shoot up at the sound of her voice. She’s leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom in nothing but my dress shirt. Her long, wavy hair is pulled to one side. Damn, she is a vision.
    “Hey,” I say with a slight smile. “Go back to bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”
    She nods. “Okay. Can I grab a water?”
    “Here ... have mine.” I hold it up. She walks over and takes it from me, then brings it to her lips. I match her smile—that sexy little smile—before she takes a sip.
    “Sit back.” She pushes at my shoulder. I rest my back against the cushions. She turns and pulls at my shirt to make sure it covers her bum before sitting across my lap and stretching her legs out on the couch.
    “Yes, Charlotte, we must remain modest at all times,” I tease her. She rewards me with her girlish giggle, then leans against my chest and tucks her head into the curve of my neck.
    “Why are you up in the middle of the night, Mr. Colton?” She raises her head to look at me. Her fingers play with my lips. “Very rude of you, sir, leaving me all by my lonesome.”
    I touch her cheek. “Your eyes are beautiful.”
    “You’re changing the subject.” Her eyebrow arches. I shrug and look down at her legs, then rest my hand on her thigh and gradually let it slide up.
    “Just thinking.