“Needed to know what?” Heath asks as he butters our toast.
I take a breath.
“I needed to know we had options, for if things get serious with a client, and feelings get involved and we don’t want to beentertainerswith them anymore.”
“And what was the answer?” my iconic lover asks. “What did The Agency have to say about it? Did they give you a slap on the wrist and tell you to forget it?”
I shake my head.
“Nope. They didn’t.”
Heath’s eyebrows raise. His blue eyes pierce mine. And I see Josh at the side of him, unable to hold back a smile.
I keep talking.
“They said it was up to us and our clients to work that out, just so long as we weren’t charging them for it.”
“So, I get your services for free?” Heath laughs. “What a bonus. Not that I wouldn’t be booking up your calendars as frequently as possible regardless.”
Josh clears his throat, and his expression turns serious. He grips Heath’s shoulder, and my heart thumps.
It’s the way he’s looking at him. The way his eyes lock on Heath’s and stay there, no walls left at all.
“That’s if you’re still a client, of course,” Josh says.
Heath stops buttering toast. He looks at Josh right back.
“Is that an option? To cancel my account and still see you? I figured that was out of the question. Exclusivity and all that jazz.”
“So did I,” Josh says, then turns his gaze to me. “Until Ella found the balls to dig deeper, and get to the truth.”
I could cry happy tears as both men look at me. Not angry but happy. Really fucking happy.
I’ve done them proud. Just like I’ve done myself proud.
My flutters turn to electric shivers as the truth finally hits me with full force.
“You don’t have to be a client anymore. You could see us anyway,” I tell him. “I got told so, I swear. As long as The Agency remains confidential, and you never want to rejoin, you’re free to go, and we’re free to see you, whenever the hell we want.”
Heath drops his ass on a breakfast stool and shakes his head, the disbelief emanating from his magnificent body.
“Well, who’d have ever thought it,” he says. “The Agency have the strictest policies I’ve ever known. And I’d never have risked them, not for a moment. Not unless I knew it was safe.”
“It is safe,” Josh tells him. “Thanks to our sweet curva, we know it.”
“What a gift,” Heath says. “Thank you, Ella.”
I start in shock as he races through to the living room, reappearing with his phone in his hand. He’s like a sprinter going for the finish line, breathing deep when he braces at the kitchen island and angles the phone so we can both see the screen.
He calls up The Agency app, and goes into his settings in front of us.
“Goodbye, User 1543,” he says. “Here’s to a Merry Christmas and a very happy New Year.”
And just like that, with at least twenty clicks of confirmation, our client’s account is gone, and we are free.
“What happens now?” Heath asks. “Are we friends with benefits off the books? Casual? Are we… more?”
“We’re whatever you want us to be,” Josh says. “As long as you’re ok with Agency work. Ella and I are professional hookers, after all. You’re going to have to share the physical goods with other people.” He smiles. “But not the love. That’s between the three of us, and nobody else.”
