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“Good evening.” Grace slid her arms around her waist from behind and pressed herself lightly into her back. “May I join you?”

The woman flashed a blazing smile over her shoulder.

“Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Sky.” She greeted her in her native French. “It is a real pleasure to see you again.”

“Thank you for making time for me on short notice.”

“Oh, for you, always.”

Grace moved aside and signaled the bartender. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I’ll have what you have.”

“Hemingway daiquiri. No sugar. Two,” Grace ordered, and turned back to her companion with a smile of her own.

If she had wanted to, she could have walked straight into the club, had herself a dance, and found a partner for the rest of the evening. In the past, she often did just that. But success in her line of business had made her famous, and she could never be entirely sure of anyone’s motive. Would the tale of one night of passion end up plastered over the tabloids’ front page? With an illicit, stolen photo and lurid details? Grace did not mind paying a good price to guarantee her privacy. Also, she hated wasting time and knew she would be getting exactly what she wanted tonight. There was no rush, of course, but it helped her to relax and enjoy it more.

“I haven’t danced in a while,” Magalie informed her as they clinked glasses.

“That’s alright. You’re a natural at it.”

“Thank you, Ms. Sky.”

“Come closer.”

With her dark eyes glinting full of easy mirth and approval, Magalie complied. Grace was leaning back with one arm on thecounter and her foot propped casually against the bar foot rail. As Magalie stepped in between her legs, she trailed a soft finger across her mouth in a possessive gesture, causing her lips to part open on a wanting sigh.Oh, yes…Grace tightened in reaction. The woman may like to cultivate an innocent look, and she was very good at it, but under that veneer, she was a consummate professional.

“It’s my birthday today.”

“Oh, happy birthday!”

“Thank you.” Grace caressed her face and the sides of her neck. She let her hand drift down the front of her dress and over her shapely side. “You’re beautiful.”

She used both hands to cup her ass; hard, without warning. Magalie should have anticipated this sort of move, really, but it made her gasp and stumble into her arms.

“Ms. Sky...” She laughed softly.

“Hmm. Yes.” Grace did not kiss her, but she trailed her lips along the underside of her jaw. It was definitely too long since she had done this, and indulged herself. She murmured against the woman’s ear. “So, you remember what I like?”

“How could I forget?” Magalie giggled.

“I’m glad I made an impression.”

“Certainly.”

“So, I take it you’ll be happy to play tonight?”

Grace had paid for her time, obviously, but consent was not automatically included in that price as far as she was concerned. Some may take it for granted since tastes, specific kinks, limits, likes, and dislikes were listed on the agency’s membership form. No one, escorts or clients, walked blindly into a date. Even so, Grace always liked to ask and confirm. Magalie noddedfirmly in reply.

“Yes, Ms. Sky. I am totally on board with anything you might like to do tonight. Also…” She leaned in close and flashed her a mix of coy and wicked smile. “I am looking forward to every bit of it. You’re my favorite client.”

Grace chuckled. “Don’t you say that to all your clients?”

“Yes,” Magalie admitted frankly. “But with you, it’s always fun.”

This, at least, Grace knew was true. No woman would be able to fake multiple orgasms that well, not even an agency pro. Satisfied, she laced her arm around Magalie’s waist.

“Tres bien,” she declared. “Let’s dance.”