"How many men have you slept with?" he asks, his tone deep. I take my eyes from the paperwork and find Landon looking at me closely. His hard stare pins me, causing my heart to beat rapidly. I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip.
"Three. I've slept with three men," I murmur. I risk a glance at Landon; his strong jaw is clenched and his face takes on a shade of red. He stands and runs his hand through his hair, staring out the window behind his desk.
"Just finish the paperwork," he rasps. I swallow the lump in my throat and finish the last question before sliding it back on his desk.
"Terrific," Landon remarks. He turns and sits, his face unreadable as he takes the paperwork.
"This is a contract, saying what is expected of you as an escort and how long your term at the Blackwell Estat
