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Is he going to continue paying for my services after everything he’s declared in Paris, or are we dating-dating now? If so, how will Bryce feel about me having sex with other men?
As much as my heart aches for this man, I have to face reality—I became an escort to avoid drowning financially. I never expected so much from my first client.
This is an unbearable situation.
Chapter 12
Sofia
I open my eyes, and it takes me a second to remember where I am.
Oh, yeah. Back in New York.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Bryce asks the question without even turning around.
He must’ve heard me move or stretch.
He’s sitting at the desk, probably in business mode, masterminding his next takeover.
I sit up, covering my naked body with the white sheet. “I did,” I say. “And you?”
He turns around. “I love sleeping next to you.”
I cover my head with the sheets.
This is too much.
Parts of my brain—and heart—have not processed the fact Bryce Van Der Linden fell for me.
“You’re not going to go all shy on me every time I say that?”
Yes. I lower the sheet. “It’ll take a minute for me to get used to it.”
He chuckles.
“What time is it?” I ask, looking around.
“It’s nine o’clock.”
“You’re not jetlagged?”
“My body recovers quickly.”
I wish I could say the same. I’m exhausted.
“I’m sure a cup of coffee will wake you up.”
“You’re right. I should get up and we can go for breakfast.”
“I’ve been thinking about our conversation in the back of the Benz in Paris after our day trip to Versailles.”
“You have?”
“You look quite different with your shorter blonde hair from your socials and the articles online.”
Shit! He Googled me.
If I Googled him, it’s no surprise he’d do the same.
