My Smoking Hot Ex Boss

L E N A

I don’t know how the hell I let you talk me into this,” I said into my cell phone to my best friend, Callie.

“You didn’t exactly need much persuasion when you heard that one week’s work would bag you a hundred thou‐ sand dollars,” Callie reminded me. “And it’s barely evenwork.”

"I know, but when I agreed to it, it was just an idea. Now it’s real and I actually have to go through with it,” I said.

“Ok, Lena, breathe,” Callie said. “Remember what I said?

All the guy wants is a pretend fiancé in public so his family stay off his back and his old grandmother thinks he’s found the one and can die happy.

That’s it.

He’s not the sort of person who needs to pay for sex. Honest, he’s smoking hot, just your type. You’re basically going to have a nice week in a nice hotel with good food and decent people. And you get paid for it.”

“You’re starting to sound like you regret offering me the job,” I said with a soft laugh.

“Girl I would take your hand off for this one, but you would never handle the other client. He’s … messier shall we say,” Callie said. “Now I have to go. Remember, you’re just playing a part like an actress.”

Callie ended the call before I could say anything else. I knew she was right, but I was still so nervous. I blamed the wine we drank the other night, three bottles of the stuff between the two of us, for me saying yes to this.

I was always the straight-laced girl that played by the rules. I wasn’t the sort of girl who dated for money.

But Callie made being an escort sound pretty glamorous and if this deal was half as sweet as she had led me to believe it would be then I was all good. For years I had craved being able to drop the miss perfect persona and just be me. Maybe this was my chance to make it happen. I checked my watch. Five minutes until we were due to meet. This moment was my last chance to back out of this if that’s what I was going to do. But I wasn’t going anywhere, and I knew it. One week, one hundred thousand dollars, no strings, and no sex stuff? I would have to be mad not to do it.

And there was no law to say I had to use the word escort, right?

“Miss Rogers?” a deep male voice said from behind me.

I took a deep, calming breath and turned around and forced myself to smile despite my disappointment. The man behind me must have been almost sixty and although he looked clean and well groomed, he was nothing like my type at all.

And then I could see why this guy was paying for company. Not, as Callie told me because he wanted no strings and no mess, but because this guy would struggle to find a twenty-five-year fiancé that he wasn’t paying. I felt as though I could already hear the judgement in his family’s voices when I was introduced to them. He might as well just say this is Lena, my gold digger.

“That’s me,” I said, hoping I sounded happier than I felt.

“Please come with me,” he said, returning my smile. “Your plane is almost ready for take-off. We just need to get your luggage loaded and you seated.”

I followed him, pulling my suitcase behind me. He slowed down slightly and took my suitcase from me and then he fell into step beside me. I forced myself to keep looking straight ahead, not wanting him to catch me giving him the side eye and coming up disappointed.

“Alfred?” a shrill female voice called from behind us. He stopped walking.

“Sorry, please excuse me,” he said.

Unsure what to do, I stopped and waited for him.

“When you have finished helping Miss Rogers, could you please go up to the second-floor lounge and take Mr Andrews’ daughter to runway three,” the woman asked. “Sure,” he said and then we were walking again, and I felt a flicker of relief inside of me.

“You work for the airport?” I asked.

“Of course,” Alfred smiled. “Why else would I be escorting you to your plane?”

Why else indeed I thought. I wasn’t about to admit I had no idea what the man I was meeting looked like and I had momentarily thought it was him. I thought quickly.

“I thought a member of the crew would come for me,” I lied.

“Oh no, they will be doing all of their safety checks at this point,” Alfred said.

We reached a door which Alfred pulled open and gestured for me to step through. I thanked him and I found myself outside. The client’s private plane sat gleaming merely meters away.

“You can board whenever you are ready Ms Rogers. I’ll put your luggage in the hold. Would you prefer to keep your purse?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you,” I said.

I walked to the plane on slightly unsteady legs. I told myself to calm down. There was still every chance Callie hadn’t lied to me and this guy was hot. And if she had lied, I was just going to think of the money and smile and get on with it, just like I had when I had thought I was about to be seen as the latest gold digger in someone’s family. I climbed the steps to the plane and a flight attendant dressed in a crisp looking navy skirt and blazer over a white blouse smiled widely at me.

“Hi,” I said.

“Good morning,” she replied. “Welcome aboard. Mr Summers is waiting for you on the right. Enjoy your flight.”

I kept my smile frozen in place, but I felt anything but happy. But no. I knew I was being paranoid. It couldn’t be him … could it? But it was. As I stepped into the aisle, he stood up, his dark brown eyes blazing as he looked at me in undisguised anger.

“What the fuck are you doing here Lena?” he demanded.