“He’s so gorgeous. The tabloids don’t do him justice,” her mom commented breathlessly. Her cheeks were turning red. Angelique recognized the signs of attraction in the other woman. It hadn’t been that long ago when she’d actively pursued Angelique’s boyfriends. For a time, there’d been an overlap in the men that caught their eye. But that had changed when Sophia realized that she’d get further ahead if her daughter could nab a well-bred husband. Then they’d be set for life.
“Quick, darling, suck in your belly,” Sophia hissed. “And get those tits out.” She looked like she was stopping herself from reaching out to adjust Angelique’s cleavage. Her expression morphed from conniving to pure charm.
“Mr. Walker,” purred Sophia Delavigne. “What a pleasant surprise.
∞∞∞
Prince Walker
“Good evening, mademoiselle.” I took her hand and kissed it. Her blush deepened. “And please, call me Prince. I was wondering if I could steal your sister for a bit.”
The woman giggled like a teenage girl, clearly flattered by my lame compliment.
“What a polite young man. She’s actually my daughter. But I must…um…have a word with a dear friend I just spotted. I’ll leave you both to it.” She gave her daughter a look that said,Don’t mess this up. Then she scurried away, though I could tell she was still in earshot.
“Nice move,” Angelique said, unimpressed by my little show. “What do you want?” Her sapphire eyes narrowed beneath dark eyebrows. Clear, lawless skin shone like alabaster. She really was astonishingly lovely.
Over the speakers, the master of ceremonies announced that I had made a five-million-dollar donation. It was the largest for the night.
“You know who I am?” I asked quietly. The more aloof she appeared, the better I liked it. Most of the women here would have killed for the chance to be noticed by me this evening. Her attitude bordered on contempt. It thrilled me.
“Prince Walker. Everyone knows that, as I’m sure you’re aware. Is there something you need from me? I’d like to join my mother before the auction begins. I’m missing the best part of the evening.”
“Alright,” I said, loving this exchange. “I’ll let you go back to the gala if you promise to go out with me.”
“What about your girlfriend?” she asked. When she saw my face crease in confusion, she tried to explain. “The woman in the white dress. I saw you talking to her.”
“Oh no, that’s my personal assistant, Jane. She was just my date for the evening. We aren’t together.” I wasn’t sure why I’d needed to explain this to her. We’d barely exchanged a dozen sentences yet already she made me do stupid things. Alarm bells should have been jangling. Instead, I felt my trousers pulling across my cock. I was hard as a rock.
“Okay,” she said, seeming to accept my explanation. Was it feigned disinterest now, or did she truly not care?
“Will you go out with me?” I asked again. Why did this conversation make me feel like a schoolboy?
“My mother will kill me if I say no, so yes, I will.”
I let my lips turn up at the corners. “Gee, thanks,” I said. “You really know how to make a guy feel desirable.”
I’d stepped forward. She seemed to realize we were standing so close that our bodies could almost touch. I dipped my face towards hers and she took a small step back.
“Do you really need me to make you feel desirable, Prince Walker?” she asked mockingly.
I couldn’t put my finger on what it was about her that had me mesmerized. I’d dated plenty of models, some younger and more beautiful. Yet she seemed different from the rest. I made a mental note to have Jane pull any information she could find about her and her mother.
She turned to leave, and I caught her arm, pulling her against me. She sucked in a breath.
You are not leaving me until I say so.I didn’t need to say the words out loud. She could sense them hanging between us. She flicked her tongue out over sweet, plump lips.
“You haven’t told me your name,” I rasped. She stared into my eyes as I brought my head down to hers, blocking out the light. I saw it then. The tiny flicker of attraction she was struggling to hide.
“My name is Angelique Delavigne. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” She stepped quickly away. I watched her retreating figure, smiling to myself.
It was time to give chase.
Chapter 6
Sasha Ramirez
“You’re booked, girl,” my boss said over the line. Leo had told me a regular client wanted a hot date on his arm for a business dinner. The pay was a hundred and fifty dollars minus Leo’s thirty-five percent. As usual, I had leaped at the opportunity to make that much in a single night. Although I’d been at the escort agency a year, I was still working my way up the ladder.
