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sound went straight to my over-taxed libido. Criminey, all the man had to do was breathe and I wanted him with a fierceness that was unmatched by any other.
    “Wes, we should talk about this. What we’re doing to one another…” I let the statement hang heavily between us.
    He sighed aloud, a deep rumbling noise. It reminded me of when I would lay on his bare chest and listen to the beat of his heart and the sound of his breath moving in and out of his lungs. One of the most soothing places in the entire world was being lost in his arms. If only the rest of life could be that comforting.
    “Let’s not make this more than it is. Two people who have a mutual affection for one another, taking the edge of.”
    I huffed. “So that’s how you want to play this?”
    “I’m not playing anything. Nothing has changed. You know where I stand, I know where you stand. That doesn’t mean we can’t meet in the middle now and again to remember how good it can be.”
    The man had a point. “I’m so tired.”
    “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
    Wes had a way of lulling me into complacency. Making me believe that this thing between us could just be. For now, I had to trust in him and in that. “Washington, DC is filled with nothing but gold-digging whores, and stuffy old dudes with too much money and far too much power.”
    He laughed out loud. “You speak the truth. So what’s the problem? The guy you’re with want you to be something more than an escort?”
    I shook my head and made a gagging sound which was reciprocated by his rich laughter. I loved every bit of it. Without even trying, he made the air seem lighter. “Warren is a good guy. Not at all interested in me in that way.”
    Wes scoffed. “I find that very hard to believe.”
    “I’m not his type.”
    “Mia, sweetheart, you’re every man’s type.”
    I rolled my eyes and twirled my hair, inspecting my tattoo while I thought about what he said. “Whatever. It’s just being here is weird. I’m not exactly sure of my place.”
    “How so?”
    “Well, he’s hired me to be the pretty piece on his arm so that he fits in with the other rich old dudes. They all have a young woman clinging to them. But he has this woman at home that he’s been with for years and yet he hides her away.”
    “Huh. That is odd. Why do you think that is?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know.” The image of the shrine came flashing across my mind. “Not sure he’s over his dead wife. But she died twenty-five years ago. It’s weird. And he has this house attendant that he’s been having a hidden relationship with for years, but he keeps it under wraps. I don’t know, I guess the fact that he keeps a woman as his dirty little secret doesn’t sit right with me.”
    “Me either. Think you could maybe make him see the error in his ways? You’re pretty good at that.”
    “Probably be more fun than sitting around his McMansion with nothing better to do than go out and spontaneously get a tattoo.” Wes was quiet for so long I had to check the display to make sure the call didn’t drop or the phone battery had died. “Wes?”
    “Sorry sweetheart, I was just imagining you with a tat. Shit, you got me hard again.”
    I grinned. “Maybe we can do something about that.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah. Close your eyes and imagine me kissing my way down your chest…”
     

Chapter 6
     
    “Honey, you spend a spell with the other ladies here while the men and I talk business,” Warren said while dropping me off at a table with seven other women. All of them were dressed similarly. Tight little dresses, hair long and luxurious, and some serious sparkles all over their ears, necks, wrists, and fingers. These women were kept and didn’t have any bones about flaunting that fact.
    I waved awkwardly. “Hi, I’m Mia.”
    All but one looked at me with daggers in her eyes. “Hi, I’m Christine Benoit the only one here married to my guy. The rest of the girls are a little bitchy. They