Always My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,6
fucking package.
I blow out a breath and focus on the road ahead of me.
I can’t quite put my finger on what attracts me to her, but I know that there’s something special about Miranda. Something exquisite and unique, and I mean to find out what.
And I always get what I want.
I head down the strip toward Vegas, Baby, my mind on all things Miranda.
I call Shane Barr, my best friend and personal assistant. He runs interference with private investigators when necessary.
“Shane.”
“Hey.”
“Lemme guess. You want to see if I’ve got any more news about your pretty little lady?”
“Drop the cute stuff, asshole. What have you got for me?”
He chuckles, clearly pleased as if I’ve just given him a compliment. “Well, hello to you too, dick.”
I shake my head. It’s always this way with us.
“To answer your question, compadre, I’ve found out lots that you’d like to know.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me everything.”
“She’s a businesswoman, alright, like you suspected. But did you know she runs Sugar Daddies Escort service?”
Escort service? Daddies?
Maybe I’m in over my head with this one. I swallow hard. “What’s that?”
He laughs, and I want to whip the phone out the window. Asshole.
“Only the hottest, raciest, escort service in all of Nevada.”
“Thought escort services were banned here.”
“Oh, well, you know. They have their methods, don’t they?”
I feel my body tighten. “I wouldn’t know.”
He chuckles again. “But wouldn’t you like to find out?”
I don’t answer the question, because I’m actually thinking about it. “Tell me more.”
“Well, an escort service is—"
“Shane. No. I know what an escort is. Tell me about this service.”
My sudden interest grows cold as I think about her with other men. I hate the very thought. I want to find any man who’s ever touched her—
“Gabriel.”
“Yeah?”
“Lost you for a minute there, bro.”
I clear my throat. “I’m here.”
“So this escort service features girls… of a particular nature.”
“Will you stop being so goddamn secretive?”
That only makes him chuckle.
I grit my teeth. “Spit it out.”
The light turns green, and I gun it. I watch the needle on the dash go higher and higher, adrenaline courses through me.
“They’re kinky,” he says on a laugh.
My dick gets hard and my mouth goes dry.
“Yeah?” Is it my imagination, or is my voice lower and huskier, like I’m starring in a goddamn porn flick?
He chuckles again. “Yeah.”
“Does that mean… is she…?”
“Far as my records show, she’s never taken a client.”
I’ll be damned if her first client is any man other than me. “Can you see if she’ll make an exception? Maybe if the compensation was particularly generous?”
“For you? I’ll make it happen. I haven’t seen you this excited about a girl—well, ever.”
“Just make the call.”
“Okay, bro. Hold the line.”
I take the left that takes me to Vegas, Baby. Dusk falls over the city, but the lights don’t dim. This is, after all, the city that never sleeps.
I pull into my designated parking space, in the private section reserved for suite and penthouse residents.
She never takes a client?
Shane’s back. “I’ve got someone working on it. Stay on with me and I should be hearing something via text in a second.”
“So she makes her money by taking a cut or something?”
“Yes, but from what I can tell, what she does cut is barely enough to get by.”
That’s terrible business ownership. I frown at the road ahead of me, as if she could sense my disapproval from here.
Shane lets out a whoop. “Just got a text.”
“And?”
“And you’re booked. I had a little word with Sam, Miranda’s secretary, and she’s going to make it happen.”
“How much?”
“Five grand—a donation for a new HVAC unit for their office.”
Done. Pocket change. I would have paid three times that amount to be sure I’m her first client.
“Meet her in the lobby of Vegas, Baby at seven o’clock tomorrow night.”
My pulse races. This is what I want, what I’ve wanted for months now.
Not necessarily on these terms, but… well, I’ll take it.
“I’ll be there.”
He chuckles. “Of course you will. And I’m sure you’ll have an interesting evening.”
I disconnect the phone and scowl at the screen. Sometimes he drives me crazy and I want to wipe that smug look right off his face. Other times…
I shake my head and make my way inside. I go down the private hallway that takes me straight to my suite, away from prying eyes and inquiring minds.
An hour later, my phone rings. A caller from an unknown number. I pick it up.
“Hello?
“Mr. Lord?”
“Speaking.”
“It’s nurse Mary from the hospital.”
“Hello, Mary.”
“Sir, I called to tell you that unfortunately, the woman you