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your chances at sex…and relationships.”
    “I’m not sure if Lincoln is a relationship kind of guy.”
    “Hmm.”
    A lingering silence falls over us for a couple minutes as we lay there together.
    “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this…with Lincoln?” I ask.
    “If that’s what you want to do, then I’m okay with it. You are the client,” he says, and I can tell he’s smiling.
    “Okay, but I don’t think we’ll be doing this tomorrow. I’ll talk to Lincoln first.”
    “Sounds good.”
    Sitting up, I move to the edge of the bed and reach for a menu. “Room service?” I ask.
    “Yes. I’m starving, and I think we’ll both need to fuel up, because I have more in mind for my night with you,” he says, giving me a mischievous smile.
    “Oh? Well, let’s hurry up then. I’m looking forward to bringing out the true sadist in you,” I say with a wink.

“An escort, huh?” I ask Trystan.
    “Yep.”
    “Interesting,” I muse. “How is he?”
    Trystan shrugs as he sits across from me on the other side of my desk. “He seems like a pretty nice guy to me.”
    “Mm.”
    “Why the interest?” Trystan asks.
    I look up from my computer screen and pin him with a glare. “Why does it matter?”
    Trystan raises his hands up. “Hey, no need to get upset. I know you, Linc, and I know that look you have.”
    “And what look is that?” I ask as I get up and round the desk.
    “You know I know the look very well, Lincoln,” he says, trying to mask the fact that his breathing has become heavier since I got closer.
    “Are you saying you’re jealous that I’ve asked about somebody else?”
    I get up and rest my hands on the arm rests of his chair, putting my face close to his.
    “Wh…what are you doing, Linc?” he asks, his nerves getting the best of him.
    “Why are you suddenly so nervous around me?” I ask before putting my mouth to his ear. “Is it because you want me to kiss you? Or do you want me to fuck you?” My lips graze his ear and I let my tongue dart out and lick the skin below his lobe before straightening up and walking back to my seat.
    “You’re an asshole, you know that?” Trystan says as he adjusts his growing erection in his pants.
    “Why’s that?” I ask, not trying to suppress the smirk I have.
    “Because you know damn well I’ve been willing, and you just get your kicks by fucking with me.”
    “Trystan, I do business with your dad.”
    “So? That didn’t keep your dick out of my mouth.”
    “Well, that’s different than fucking,” I say with a grin.
    “Whatever, Linc.”
    “You’re a good-looking kid. You’re young and rich, I’m sure you can find somebody to fuck you.”
    “I’m not that young,” he says between clenched teeth.
    “Younger than me,” I say, focusing on the paperwork in front of me.
    “Fuck you, Linc,” he says, standing up quickly from his chair.
    “I’ve already told you about that, but I can pull my dick out for you if you want,” I reply with just a glance in his direction.
    He doesn’t say anything, just turns to make his way from my office.
    “Thanks for the information, Mr. St. James!” I yell after him.
    He flips me off without looking back, causing me to laugh.
    He’ll be back if I call him and he knows it.
    With him gone, I can now focus on this new information I have.
    Marc Edwards.
    An escort.
    This can be either really good for me or really bad, but I think I can find a way to make it work.
    The one good thing Trystan St. James did for me today was present me with this bit of information. After seeing Marc at my club last week, a flash of familiarity danced in front of me. I was sure I had seen him somewhere before. After thinking about it a while, I called Trystan because I knew he was at the same function that night, and I was sure I saw him near Marc at one point.
    Trystan was able to tell me that Marc was there with a friend of his; a young woman who hired him as her date for the evening. Apparently she is or