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I learned a lot about women and what they wanted. I perfected my performance. I also learned through my readings that I’m what you’d call “the giver.” I like to please. I enjoy seeing the pleasure I’m giving to a woman. It turns me on.
I don’t have a type of woman. It could be anything. They may have a nice smile, a witty mouth, an intelligent brain, a nice ass, or pretty eyes. It could be the curve of their finger when they push their hair behind an ear or how they respond to conversation.
But when it comes to Chosen Ashley, I’m attracted to everything about her. Not to mention, she’s a sexy, hot mystery, and I like that as well.
Cole always says I’m a sucker for a challenge.
And she is a challenge. I need to figure out what she wants from me.
She keeps asking me about my story. Fuck. She has it. She knows about the escort service. I even gave her a sample of my life growing up.
What more is she after?
I turn down my street. My cell rings through my SUV.
“Yeah?”
“Lix.” Coles’s voice booms in surround sound. “What are ya doing?”
“Just heading home from the gym. What’s up?”
“Oh, good. You’re close. I got a Julia call. I’m stuck on the job waiting for a delivery. Brett’s out with Cassie. I don’t want to bother him—”
“I got it. Send me the info.” It’ll be a distraction. Not a good one, but it’ll have to do. The workout didn’t help.
“All set,” he says as I hear the cell in my console ding. “Thanks, bro.”
“No problem.” I flip my console up and dig out the burner phone.
“Text when you’re done.” Cole’s voice echoes in the vehicle.
“Will do.” I click off the call and look down at the text.
Nora. Abuser is home
440 Hickory Ridge Dr.
No known weapons on the premises
I hit the image to study the photo of the middle-aged couple before dropping it back into the console.
Cole was right. It’s close. It takes me eight minutes to get to the address. As is customary, I park several houses away, grab my backpack and gun, and head to the house.
I glance around, rapping my knuckles on the door. When I took Julia calls the first year or so, I got such a rush going on an escort. It’s like getting ready for a fight. I’d call out the demons and let them take over. Now, like in the ring, I have most of the demons in check, and I’m ready for whatever comes my way.
I knock harder on the door, doing another sweep of my surroundings.
The door cracks open. Yeah, the fuckers only open it part of the way so they can hide what’s going on inside.
Shifty eyes give me a quick once-over.
“Hi.” I grin, assessing his hand placements; one behind the door, likely on the knob but could be holding a weapon, and one pressed against the doorframe. “Is Nora here?”
The guy squints, sizing me up. “Who are you?”
“I’m here for Nora.” Gripping the knob, I ram my shoulder against it hard enough to slam his body back.
He stumbles, nearly falling to the ground. I enter, kicking the door closed behind me while doing a full sweep of the place. Nora’s lying on the floor by the sofa, and she’s not moving.
