Chapter 1: An Unexpected Reunion
I strolled through the lobby like s*x in an Armani suit and made sure all the single gals knew it. Oh, who am I kidding? The married ones, too. The suit itself was a two-piece wool number, single-breasted and blue as midnight. The label was Ermenegildo Zegna, which I could not pronounce to save my life--though my smile made it very clear I could pay for the thing. Three thousand bucks and some change.
I'm bragging, I know, but humble's never been my style. It's what the ladies pay for. It's how they keep me flush in snappy suits. My date for this particular evening would buy me another one, or two if she wanted something off the menu. Honestly, I wasn't sure what to expect. My agency told me the Jane was vague but professional. She knew what she wanted an
