Desperate for a last-minute date to her bitch of a boss’s wedding, Tiana takes a friend’s advice and hires a male escort from a website, “Gents4Ladies” featured on the Wendy Williams Show. The website seemed completely legitimate and even explicitly stated that the men are hired for companionship only and that no sexual favors will be performed in exchange for money.
Jordan, a highly respected financial manager, is shocked and dismayed when a young woman calls his cellphone requesting his services as a male escort to a wedding. Realizing someone is playing a vicious prank on him by uploading his profile to a male escort site, he decides to go along with the farce in hopes of finding out who the culprit is. The only problem is Jordan thinks he’s being hired for the “total package”-dinner, dancing and whatever “other services” the lady desires…
One thing was for sure: Tiana looked sexy and attractive. He liked how she wore her hair, done in a wavy style pinned close to the sides of her head. Very feminine. It made her features all the more open to scrutiny, and certainly she had nothing to worry about in the looks department with her even caramel skin, a nice, smooth forehead, perky nose, and full, inviting lips.
Her eyes were a bright, arresting brown, thickly lashed and piercing. It cut right through him every time she looked at him in that speculatively sensual way of hers that made his blood steam up. She seemed ready to leap right at him, Jordan sensed, and just the discovery of having her so attracted to him was making him forget all his good intentions.
The truth was: he’d finally decided to come clean. Realized that there was no way he could get away with deceiving her. He’d told himself this over and over, as he’d driven here to meet her. That first crazy impulse he’d felt in Tommy’s office had cooled down into common sense. He’d warned himself that he couldn’t let her go on thinking he was something he was not. He couldn’t proceed with this farce, knowing he was tricking an unsuspecting female.
But then he’d come in, taken one look at her in that alluring emerald green dress, and he’d felt something kick him in the guts.
I can’t deny it; I want her badly, Jordan decided. Their gazes kept locking and he wondered if she knew exactly what she was doing to him. How she was making him ready to forget all his codes, his principles – his sane judgment, just to see where all this would lead.
You could just tell her the truth, a voice told him simply. Let her know that this was all a massive mix-up, and then confess that you are attracted to her anyway. And who knew? It could still end splendidly, for both of them. She could laugh it all off with him and say, what the hell, let’s carry on regardless.
But no…this way was far, far more fun.