Escorting the Wrong Billionaire 1

“Allow me to escort you into the dining room, my lady.”

It was my first date as a paid escort, and—wow—did I ever luck out. Trace Overton was handsome, sexy, kind, funny, and basically everything I’d ever wanted in a man.

Our chemistry was unbelievable, so when he told me he wanted to see me again, I wasn’t surprised. The evening felt like a real date instead of a service that he had purchased.

And then I found out that it was a real date…Trace Overton wasn’t the man I was supposed to escort that night after all...

NOTE:
This is a short, sexy read and is Part 1 of 3.
Cliffhanger ending.