Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 4

Harlynn's POV
"Your services are no longer needed tonight."

I blinked in confusion. "What do you mean? I thought I was escorting Greg to a social event tonight."

I needed this money. As a matter of fact, I was counting on it. Escorting is my only source of income right now, so every bit of money counts.

"He called me last minute and said that he won't need you to escort him anymore."

I've been escorting Greg for a year. He's almost a decade older than I am, which drew in the attention of some of his family when he first introduced me as his "girlfriend". Not that we were years apart but the fact that someone like Greg could pull someone as young as me. 

Although he's extremely wealthy, he doesn't receive much attention when it comes to the dating department. To be honest, the man is boring. He doesn't know how to talk about anything other than the boring ass stock company he owns.

If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't even have known how to initiate conversation with a woman without bringing up work.

"Did he tell you what the reason was?"

My boss, Amelia nodded. "Yeah, he has a date."

"Really?" I questioned in surprise. I wasn't expecting that at all. The fact that someone actually found interest in him is truly shocking. I mean, good for him though. He deserves it.

"Yeah, but don't worry. He still paid you." Amelia handed me the white envelope in her hand with my name written in cursive on the front.

Thanking her, I opened up the envelope to see a card inside. Pulling out the solid white thank you card with a gold border, I flipped it open so I could read the words on the inside. It read:

Thank you for being my friend, and showing me that there's more to life than success. I'm sure Amelia already told you, but I have a date tonight. Her name is Sarah and she's amazing. Anyway, thank you again Dove.
                                               -Greg H.

Pulling off the check that was taped on the inside, my eyes widened when I saw the amount. This was twice the amount he usually pays me.

Amelia smiled. "Isn't he a sweetheart?"

"Yeah, he is." 

A smile tugged at my lips. All I'm doing is simply playing a role. Nothing more. Even so, it's crazy to think an escort paid to be the arm candy that makes them look good could make a difference in someone's life. 

I mean who knew? Because I sure didn't.

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When I got home later that day, Bolt nearly knocked me off my feet from excitement. Jumping up onto his hind legs, he whined as he licked my face and wagged his tail.

He knows that as soon as I get home it's time for his walk. Dropping back down onto all fours, he picked up his leash, which he grabbed from off the kitchen counter.

Nudging me, he followed me into my room. He waited patiently while I got changed into a pair of gray biker shorts and a matching sports bra.

Stepping into my bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror to check my appearance. After tying my black hair up into a high ponytail, I smiled in approval.

When I turned to leave, I paused when I saw Bolt. He sat in the hallway, looking at me as if to say "you're not fooling anyone."

"What?" I said, as if I wasn't trying to make sure I looked cute for a certain green eyed pretty boy. I usually don't care about my appearance, but I wanted to be prepared just in case I happen to run into him again.