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The Pretty Man

Nate's POV

"Jesus, finally." I exclaimed, running my hand through my terribly tousled hair. I had been contracted with Entice for over a month, and had already been on a handful of client missions, but still hadn't gotten paid. So the satisfaction of seeing my previously pathetic bank balance hit over twenty thousand sure as hell brightened my day.

Now I could afford to move out of this shithole apartment and into a decent flat.

I had already been in America for six months, and after trying my hand at making pizzas at a local Italian restaurant, I caught a break. Well, technically the break caught me in the form of a well-dressed man stopping in for lunch. The guy took one look at me and handed me a card.

He wouldn't stop talking about my eyes. It creeped me the fuck out, but I was tired of living with Zack the pothead in this rat-infested studio apartment, so I gave it a shot.

I was scared out my wits that Jared had just inducted me into his gang of prostitutes, but when he said sex was completely optional, and most of the time not allowed at all, I was put at ease. My job? Entertaining lonely women who paid out the arse for a sexy man to flaunt about.

Not exactly what I thought I would be use my Acting degree for, but it worked. And it made me loads, too. Twenty grand for eight hours of work?

Fuck, yes. I didn't care if I had to smile at snobby middle aged women for it. Granted, I had to train for three weeks to get here.

And believe me, learning the ins and outs of how to please a woman is no small task. Everything from maintaining a smile to making them desire me. Batting eyes and licking lips, I knew it all. It was empowering the first time I went out on the field. I didn't particularly have a hard time finding women before my training, but it was usually just because of my exotic features. Now, I could have a woman melting based on my charms included.

Call it despicable or manipulative, but they didn't care. They were literally paying me to do it. Besides, it wasn't like I used it outside of work. I hadn't had sex for months. I couldn't exactly take a girl home when my home was a dump and smelled of weed.

Shit, I had to get ready for my dates at the headquarters so I could look presentable. I wasn't the only one who did so, so it wasn't a huge deal, but I was still excited to have enough to move out.

I rearranged my laptop atop my trousers, leaning back against the chipping paint behind me.

Guess I could check my email to see if the schedules had been posted.

But just as I was about to pull up the tab, my phone started ringing. I held it to my ear, already knowing who it was. Nobody else ever called.

"Hello?"

"Damn, that accent gets me everytime." He chuckled, and I could just see him shaking his head. The man was obsessed.

"Stop flirting with me, Jared. What is it?" I picked up my plastic water bottle, taking a gulp to clear my tired throat.

"Well, I just so happen to have the opportunity of a lifetime, my friend."

"Yea?"

"Check your email. It has your next assignment." He sounded so damn excited that it made me nervous. If I had learned one thing about Jared since meeting him, it was that he rarely showed his hand. If he was excited, I had reason to believe there was a hidden motive.

Still, I humored him, finishing typing my password so I could see what had him so twitchy. There appeared to only be one from him, when there should be two.

"Where's my schedule?" I asked, slightly peeved. But he just laughed.

"Trust me, man. You'll want to take this client before I send it to you." What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I pinched my brow. Okay, fine.

I clicked into the email titled, "Alexandra Templeton." There were no words, only two attachments. I clicked on the text file first.

"What the hell is this?"

"Client Name: Alexandra Templeton

Age: 25

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: Heiress

Escort Preference: None

Job Details: Discussion of exclusive contract, private loft at Donstar Nightclub, 9 PM Monday January 2nd."

"Jared."

"Hm?" Where the bloody hell would I even start?

"This is today. It's for today. And what the hell is this meeting for exactly? I'm not a fucking lawyer. Why does she want to talk to me about a contract?" Nothing was making a bit of sense.

"Calm down. I promise, this will be worth your time. She requested that I don't give you anymore details, though. I guess she wants to talk to you personally. But she's legit." A twenty five year old heiress wants to meet me at a club without disclosing her reasoning and I'm supposed to believe that she has good intentions? This was absolutely mental!

"I swear to God, Jared, if this lady turns out to be crazy, you can find another escort. I'm not getting kidnapped by some rich ass princess for you." He hummed like the cocky bastard he was.

"Why don't you look at her photo and tell me if she looks crazy?" I growled into the phone, reluctantly exiting the pdf and clicking on the image included.

"Fucking hell." I muttered beneath my breath. Stunning. Absolutely stunning.

It was a professional photo, taken in a studio somewhere. Was she a model? Jesus, she had to be with that body. A perfect hourglass figure, long legs, waist length dirty blonde hair, and the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. She was inhuman. A goddess. I could feel my blood heating just looking at it.

"See you at eight." Jared said smugly.

"Yea. Eight."

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I approached the all black building where a line had formed at least fifty deep. Fucking Americans and their nightclubs. It was a Monday. Did none of these people have jobs? I was instructed to head straight to the front of the line, so I did.

As I passed the waiting patrons I heard a wide range of responses. Men were complaining while women were giggling, whispering to one another about my body and, unsurprisingly, about my eyes, which I'm sure reflected in the bright lighting. I considered casting them a smile, but the last thing I wanted was to upset my client by showing other women attention. They weren't paying me. She was.

A large man, probably double my weight in pure muscle, stood at the door. I expected to have to explain who I was, but as I approached, his eyes widened. The rope was opened immediately, followed by a page into his earpiece.

"He's here."

Damn. This girl must really be something to have everyone jumping through hoops for her. I wonder if she likes her control. I could play the submissive. I had practiced that just as well.

I paused, but only for a moment before a middle aged woman in business attire appeared, extending a hand for me to shake.

"Nathan. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her gaze wavered as her eyes met mine, a slight blush forming when I smiled in response.

"Pleasure is mine, Miss…?"

"Rhodes. I'm the attorney that will be joining you and Miss Templeton tonight." She pulled her hand back, tucking a loose strand of her freshly dyed black hair behind her ear. I cocked my head.

"Attorney?"

"Please, follow me." She turned on her heels, taking short, quick steps into the club.

The music was loud and blaring, and I was thankful she was dressed so formally, or else I would've lost her in the crowds of nearly naked women surrounding me. Clubs were not my normal. So far, every assignment I'd had had been high-end socialite affairs.

We had nearly broke through to the stairwell when I felt a firm grip on my wrist. I stopped, turning to see a young little thing, likely barely legal, pressing her breasts against my arm. She was forward, I'd give her that. I let a smirk free, making her tense.

"What's your name?" She slurred, climbing my arm to snake her arms around my neck. Ah, so it was liquid courage, then. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen." Her heavily glittered eyes locked onto my face, half-lidded with lust and intoxication.

I wasn't a fan of taking advantage, and regardless, I was on company time, so I carefully lifted her hold on me, stepping back.

"I'm flattered, miss, but I have a date waiting for me upstairs." Her face fell, but soon returned to her previously drunken state. She looked about five minutes from getting sick, and I felt bad for her. My eyes flickered to the bar, then down to my watch. I had a couple of minutes.

I placed a delicate hand on her elbow, leading her to the bar only five meters to the left.

"What're you doing, pretty man?" I chuckled at my new nickname, helping her onto the stool before calling over the bartender.

"Water, please. And some food, if you have any?" I threw down a fifty, turning to the young woman one last time. "Eat, drink, and ring a cab. If you can't, ask that man, understand?" I nodded to the tender, and she followed my eyes.

"Okay." I smiled, making her cheeks flush even more. "Will I see you again?" I maintained my kind smile.

"Perhaps." I gave her one last pat on the shoulder, deciding it was time to make my break.

But when I turned back for the stairwell, the lawyer was gone, having been replaced by a blonde beauty dressed in red, her crossed arms pushing her ample breasts up as she eyed me warily.

Fuck.

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