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He quickly washed himself, foregoing his usual shoulder massage since he was sure Alena would come in the shower to get him if he lingered for too long. He stepped onto the bath rug and accepted the towel she held out for him.
“Asia Carpenter is gorgeous and successful. I think her fiancé leaving her for another woman shook her. She wants me to help her make him jealous.”
Her lips pursed in a smile. “She sounds like your perfect client.”
Dex shot her a look as he tucked the towel around his waist and headed for his bedroom. “You know I don’t want to just be some woman’s arm candy. I want to take this business to the next level.”
“The ten thousand dollars she’s offering should help,” she pointed out as she followed him into his bedroom.
“It’s not about the money.” Even though he could use it . “It’s about my image.”
He dressed in a t-shirt and another pair of sweats, and the two of them headed out of the bedroom, Alena to the living room, and him to the kitchen. Dex grabbed a beer and held it in the air as he continued to rummage in the fridge.
“Sure, bring me one,” Alena called.
He grabbed the second beer and a bag of grapes and joined her in the living room.
“Although I’m not too keen on being her stand-in stud,” he said, handing Alena her beer, “I think there may be a way for her to help me with my image.”
Her brows spiked in inquiry as she settled back in Dex’s leather recliner and took a pull on the bottle. Dex knew she’d picked that chair because it was Roxie’s favorite. She proved him right when she looked over at his dog and stuck out her tongue. Turning back to him, she asked, “So, how can Mama Warbucks help your image?”
“She works for Global Partners Public Relations,” he explained with a relaxed shrug that belied the enthusiasm he felt at the thought of what a partnership with Asia could mean for him. “I figure she can help me package my business. Maybe frame it so that people can stop thinking of me as some kind of gigolo.”
She pointed the longneck at him. “If you can convince her to help you figure out a way to legitimize your business and pay you ten thousand dollars, you, Dexter Bryant, will be the envy of men everywhere.”
He let out a crack of laughter as he reclined on the sofa and crossed his feet on top of his IKEA coffee table. “Just having her on my arm will make me the envy of men everywhere.”
“Does she look that good?”
“She’s not gay!”
“Fine! Whatever,” Alena said. “I’m in a committed relationship anyway.” Done with her tomato, she reached over and lifted the bag of grapes from his lap. “So, what’s there to discuss? It sounds as if you’ve already made up your mind.”
Dexter nodded, taking a long drink of the icy beer.
“You don’t seem very enthusiastic.”
Oh, he was enthusiastic, all right. The prospect of spending the next month pretending to be Asia’s love interest was enough to excite any man. Add in that he would earn money to help his sister and possibly solidify the plans for his relationship advising business, and he was nearing skin-bursting levels of excitement.
Yet the thought of being just an escort left a bad taste in Dex’s mouth.
It would be different if Asia didn’t actually need the consultation services he provided. Getting revenge on her ex was one thing—it was a natural inclination, especially after discovering that he’d cheated. But not recognizing that she should take time to heal after ending a four-year relationship told Dexter that she most definitely needed his consulting help.
But she didn’t want advice. She wanted a stud.
Dex finished off his beer and leaned his head back onto the sofa cushions.
“I guess I’m in it for the month,” he said. “I know I said I wouldn’t accept another client who wasn’t serious about really exploring her relationship issues, but the potential pay out here is just too good to pass up.”
Alena
He quickly washed himself, foregoing his usual shoulder massage since he was sure Alena would come in the shower to get him if he lingered for too long. He stepped onto the bath rug and accepted the towel she held out for him.
“Asia Carpenter is gorgeous and successful. I think her fiancé leaving her for another woman shook her. She wants me to help her make him jealous.”
Her lips pursed in a smile. “She sounds like your perfect client.”
Dex shot her a look as he tucked the towel around his waist and headed for his bedroom. “You know I don’t want to just be some woman’s arm candy. I want to take this business to the next level.”
“The ten thousand dollars she’s offering should help,” she pointed out as she followed him into his bedroom.
“It’s not about the money.” Even though he could use it . “It’s about my image.”
He dressed in a t-shirt and another pair of sweats, and the two of them headed out of the bedroom, Alena to the living room, and him to the kitchen. Dex grabbed a beer and held it in the air as he continued to rummage in the fridge.
“Sure, bring me one,” Alena called.
He grabbed the second beer and a bag of grapes and joined her in the living room.
“Although I’m not too keen on being her stand-in stud,” he said, handing Alena her beer, “I think there may be a way for her to help me with my image.”
Her brows spiked in inquiry as she settled back in Dex’s leather recliner and took a pull on the bottle. Dex knew she’d picked that chair because it was Roxie’s favorite. She proved him right when she looked over at his dog and stuck out her tongue. Turning back to him, she asked, “So, how can Mama Warbucks help your image?”
“She works for Global Partners Public Relations,” he explained with a relaxed shrug that belied the enthusiasm he felt at the thought of what a partnership with Asia could mean for him. “I figure she can help me package my business. Maybe frame it so that people can stop thinking of me as some kind of gigolo.”
She pointed the longneck at him. “If you can convince her to help you figure out a way to legitimize your business and pay you ten thousand dollars, you, Dexter Bryant, will be the envy of men everywhere.”
He let out a crack of laughter as he reclined on the sofa and crossed his feet on top of his IKEA coffee table. “Just having her on my arm will make me the envy of men everywhere.”
“Does she look that good?”
“She’s not gay!”
“Fine! Whatever,” Alena said. “I’m in a committed relationship anyway.” Done with her tomato, she reached over and lifted the bag of grapes from his lap. “So, what’s there to discuss? It sounds as if you’ve already made up your mind.”
Dexter nodded, taking a long drink of the icy beer.
“You don’t seem very enthusiastic.”
Oh, he was enthusiastic, all right. The prospect of spending the next month pretending to be Asia’s love interest was enough to excite any man. Add in that he would earn money to help his sister and possibly solidify the plans for his relationship advising business, and he was nearing skin-bursting levels of excitement.
Yet the thought of being just an escort left a bad taste in Dex’s mouth.
It would be different if Asia didn’t actually need the consultation services he provided. Getting revenge on her ex was one thing—it was a natural inclination, especially after discovering that he’d cheated. But not recognizing that she should take time to heal after ending a four-year relationship told Dexter that she most definitely needed his consulting help.
But she didn’t want advice. She wanted a stud.
Dex finished off his beer and leaned his head back onto the sofa cushions.
“I guess I’m in it for the month,” he said. “I know I said I wouldn’t accept another client who wasn’t serious about really exploring her relationship issues, but the potential pay out here is just too good to pass up.”
Alena
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