Chapter 6I arrived at the Ritz fifteen minutes before I needed to be there. A good escort was always early. It left me time to head to the nearest bathroom and check myself over in the mirror before making my way into the hotel’s bar.
Dressed to kill in a little black dress and red platform heels, I strutted into the bar as though I owned the place.
It didn’t take me long to pinpoint Mr. Mendes at the bar waiting for me. He was a middle-aged Spanish man who I’d always been mildly attracted to with his clean- shaven face, close-cropped hair and outrageously priced suits.
His dark eyes watched me hungrily as I crossed the room and joined him.
“Good evening Miss Walters,” he smiled at me. Walters wasn’t my real surname. It was a name he’d given me months ago when we’d begun our client-esc
