The Escort

The Escort

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Kamala Harris never expected her husband's misguided attempt to surprise her would lead to the arrival of an escort, a woman whose poise hides an ocean of secrets. What should have been an awkward, forgettable encounter instead plants a quiet spark that Kamala can't seem to shake. Scarlet is magnetic yet untouchable, a woman who has spent years building walls out of silence, wit, and control. But in Kamala's presence, those walls begin to crack. As public life grows more demanding and private desires blur into dangerous territory, Kamala finds herself drawn into a relationship that is as intoxicating as it is risky. What begins as a mistake spirals into a delicate dance of longing, laughter, and hidden pain, forcing both women to ask themselves how much they are willing to risk for something real in a world built on appearances.
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A forbidden attraction. A dangerous game. A line they should never cross. Katalina Morales wasn't looking for trouble when she walked into a Georgetown bar the night before her second semester started. But trouble had a way of finding her-this time in the form of a stunning, older woman with whiskey lips and a gaze that made her weak in the knees. A kiss, a tease, a game played between strangers. No names. No strings. Just heat. But when Kat stumbles into her Political Science class the next morning, hungover and late, she freezes. Because standing at the front of the lecture hall-poised, commanding, utterly composed-is Professor Kamala Harris. Her professor. Her one-night Kiss. Now, they're trapped in a game far more dangerous than the one they played at the bar. A game of restraint, of power, of knowing exactly what they want-but never being able to have it. Kat isn't the type to back down from a challenge. And Kamala? Kamala isn't the type to lose control. But the rules have already been broken. And soon? Neither of them will be able to stop.

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