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Larissa Jacobs’ financial debt is climbing after a failed attempt at becoming the next big thing in Hollywood. After losing her job as a children’s party entertainer, Larissa’s roommate gets her a gig working for an escort service. Her first client is Senator Chase Underwood: hot, married, and the current presidential candidate.

Larissa and Chase will soon find out if his penchant for sexual domination will destroy his prospects of world domination. When her affair with Chase erupts in scandal, Larissa also finds herself being used as a pawn in Chase’s bid for the presidency.

Will Larissa remain true to her promise to wait for Chase until the scandal has blown over? Will Chase finally put his love for Larissa before his career?

Copyright © 2012. All rights reserved.

Cover art by Sarah Hansen of Okay Creations.

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Money will make a person do crazy things; like standing in front of a hotel waiting to be picked up for your first job as a professional escort.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t blame my roommate for this new gig. Shane Meadows introduced me to
Black Tie Escorts
after I lost my part-time job as a children’s party clown three weeks ago. Shane was one of the most handsome guys I’d ever laid eyes on. When I answered the roommate-wanted ad in the
L.A. Times
and showed up to find Shane standing in the center of a tiny but gorgeous artists’ loft, I thought I’d finally hit the big time. Shane turned out to be gay, dashing any hope of fulfilling all the hot fantasies I’d been casting him in. And two years later, I still hadn’t gotten my big break in Hollywood.

Midnight in August was the perfect time to stand outside a hotel on Wilshire Avenue. The breeze lifted the stray hairs near my temples, tickling my skin and sending shivers down my arms. The downtown lights sparkled and leaped off the brass trash bins, the gleaming taxi, the glass entrance doors behind me. The lights were dizzying and comforting at once. Even though the city could be harsh, it had become my home ever since my parents decided that chasing my foolish dreams was cause for disownment.

“Miss Jacobs?” an elderly voice called softly from behind me. Harry, the doorman, ambled toward me holding out a folded piece of paper in his wrinkled hand. “A gentleman called and had this message for you.”

My first thought as I reached for the note was that whoever the service set me up with had probably driven by the hotel and changed his mind when he saw me. He definitely would have found me attractive. I’d never had a problem securing modeling gigs for print and online work. But I was not runway material. Maybe this guy, who would be paying $5,000 for one night with me, was looking to get a bit more for his money.

I unfolded the note and read two words:
NORTH ENTRANCE.

When I looked up, Harry was almost back at his station near the front entrance. He turned to face me again and nodded to his right: north. I smiled my thanks and set off toward the hotel’s side entrance. I had only known Harry for thirty minutes, but he had already shown me ten times more kindness than my new boss at
Black Tie Escorts
: Jessica Broom.

Jessica was twenty-seven, just three years older than I was, and she already owned her own escort service. How she managed this, I didn’t know, and I was pretty sure I was not allowed to ask.

I rounded the corner of the hotel into a narrow roadway leading toward an underground parking structure. A black Lincoln Towncar sat parked in the center of the narrow road, lights on and engine idling. I suddenly became hyperaware of my surroundings: the moths flitting around the security lights, the smell of Chinese food wafting over the fence from the restaurant next door, the fluttering nervousness in my belly, and the pulsating sensation in my crotch.

As nervous as I had been anticipating this moment all day long, a part of me was excited. Jessica claimed this client requested me specifically because it was my first time. She didn’t say he picked me because of my ravishing beauty, which was a bit disappointing. The fact that he chose me at all was enough to pique my interest and had me fantasizing all day about possible candidates: a famous actor, a politician, or a film director who would insist on giving me my first big role.

Jessica only dealt with high-profile clients. She claimed this client was as high-profile as it got.

The driver stared straight ahead as if I didn’t exist. As I approached, the back door swung open. I approached slowly until I could see into the cabin. All I could glimpse was a pair of gray slacks and black wingtips.

“Have you worked for any other escort services or is this your first time?” a smooth voice asked. I couldn’t see him through the veiled darkness inside the car, but his voice sounded familiar, like I had just heard it today on the television.

I didn’t know if answering with the truth would make him doubt me, but I figured if he wanted a pro he would have chosen one of the other girls. “This is my first time,” I replied.

“Come inside.”

I stepped into the backseat and my breath caught in my throat. My first client was Senator Chase Underwood.

Presidential candidate Chase Underwood. The gorgeous 39-year-old playboy who just settled down with his new wife last year.

His gaze glided over me, taking in every inch of my black dress and nude heels.

“Shut the door,” he commanded, his voice gentle but confident.

I turned around to pull the door closed and when I turned back his face was inches from mine. His hand slid over my knee, up my thigh, until his warm hand reached the crotch of my cotton panties.

“Larissa? Is that your name?” he whispered in my ear, as his fingers gripped the seam of my panties and yanked down, the wetness leaving a trail on my leg before he flung them aside.

“Yes,” I breathed, as his mouth closed over my collarbone and the car began to move forward.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he said, before his lips crushed mine in a kiss that was tender and assertive all at once.

I could feel his hard length against my hip as he pulled me onto his lap and slipped his hand between my legs. A shudder passed through me as his fingers slid between my wet folds and inside me.

“I knew as soon as Jessica showed me your picture that I had to have you,” he whispered, as his tongue flicked in and out of my ear.

I could feel myself becoming engorged with pleasure as he slid his fingers out of me and gently stroked my clit using my own nectar.

I can’t believe I’m about to have sex with Chase Underwood! And I’m getting paid for it!

My pelvis writhed and grinded against his touch as his lips explored the curve of my jaw. My limbs filled with so much pleasure my entire body quaked. He kissed my throat and tickled my nub until my body released a final shudder. I fell limp against the leather seat and he sat upright looking very pleased with himself. He lifted my black panties off the floor of the car and held them out to me. My arm wobbled as I reached for them, but he pulled them back at the last second and held them to his nose.