Chapter Sixteen
As the woman strolled down the posh hotel hallway with the man who called himself T.R., she wondered what kind of fun was in store for her today. The situation made her a little giddy and she gave herself a stern reminder …
Your name is “Chiffon.” Don’t forget it.
It wasn’t that she usually had trouble remembering the name of her hooker alter-ego. She really liked the name Chiffon, and she’d used it with dozens of johns without slipping once. But T.R. was different. He disarmed her somehow.
Maybe it was because he’d shown a trace of vulnerability the only other time they’d been together. Things hadn’t gone well for the poor guy. Of course, she’d dutifully taken the blame and cheerfully offered to make it up to him.
A little while ago in the middle of the day, she’d spo
