Page 32 of Filthy Hot Escort

Despite stripping her bare, he’d kept his clothes on in that bedroom in the Masquerade Party mansion. She realized now what a gift that had been because if she had seen him naked, she’d have been fired by now; as much as she’d thought of Julian in the past three months, that frequency would have multiplied ten times over if she’d seen him like this.

Lord, he was luscious. His chest was covered lightly in hair arrowing down his stomach. Bulging biceps, broad shoulders, and thick thighs. His crotch was covered in the picture, but she still caught a hint of thick, dark pubic hair. He looked straight at the camera. Even more than his perfect body, it was the look in his eyes and his arrogant smirk that was fucking hot.

Somehow, Skylar tore her gaze away from Julian’s picture to read the article itself.

What doyou think of your reputation around NYC as a sex god?

While my nickname as The Sex God of Manhattan is well deserved, it shouldn'tbe limited to NYC. It should include the whole goddamn planet.

“Asshole,”Skylar muttered under her breath. But she found her breath coming in harsher pants and her heart rate accelerating as she continued reading.

I’ve heardrumors you were an escort in college; is it true you charged women to have sex with you?

I was an escort, yes, but as you know, trading sex for money is illegal. Women paid me an escorting fee for sex-free companionship. Did I end up having sex with any of those women in the end? Do you think the two us could spend the evening together and not be tempted to take things further?

What a slickly worded answer,she thought. And he’d gotten away with that? Of course, because given his answer, all his female interviewer would have been able to think about was the scenario he’d set up. The two of them together. Which would have then made her even more eager to ask her next question.

How doyou make sure you please every woman you’re intimate with?

I take the same approach I take with my journalism, with my in-depth exposes that have made me famous. I dig deep, as deep as I can fucking go. And then I go deeper.

Skylar could only imaginehow the female doing the interview had responded tothat. Hell, maybe he’d done the interview while he was still naked. Had he let the female reporter see his cock, huge and half-hard against his thigh? And why did that thought make Skylar so damn angry?

Have you ever failed?

Failed?

She imaginedJulian leaning back in his chair, crossing his muscular arms over his broad, naked chest. Imagined the interviewer’s awkwardness as she cleared her throat, maybe blushing a little.

Let me clarify—have you ever failed to bring a woman to orgasm?

Never.

Not even once?

No.

How do you know a woman has never faked it with you?

Darling, is that a challenge? Or an invitation?

Ugh!Skylar slammed the laptop screen down, barely holding back a scream.

She was done digging for clues about Julian Bauer on the internet.

Done reading his flirty answers to questions posed by another.

Skylar had questions of her own, and she was getting her own answers to them.

Tonight.

The first being— what the hell did Julian Bauerreallywant from her?

18

Perhaps she should have done the opposite of Pandora and left that damned box unopened after all, Skylar thought as the dusk grew heavy and dark and the cacophony of New York’s Meatpacking District clanged around her.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have read that damn interview and seen the picture of Julian’s gorgeous body that accompanied it.