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I bit back a laugh, turning back to her. “Definitely not your boyfriend, right?”

Her nose wrinkled again, her lips curving into a smirk. “Definitely not.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, should we start our date?” I asked, standing and offering her my hand.

She stared at it, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“It’s just a date, Sloane,” I said softly, and her answering smile may have been the saddest thing I’d ever seen.

“I wish,” she murmured back, gracefully sliding out of her seat and straightening invisible wrinkles out of her dress.

“Forget you ever met me, Logan York,” she called over her shoulder as she walked away.

I frowned as I watched her move out of the lobby and past where Miller was struggling to walk. She went straight to the elevator and stepped through the doors after they opened, not even giving me one look back.

“Not a chance,” I whispered.

CHAPTER10

LOGAN

Igaped at the file, my mind completely blown.

There had been a lot of different scenarios going through my head about various reasons Sloane would date an asshole like Miller. But I had not come up with what was written in front of me.

Sloane was an escort.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice rough as I continued staring at the page in disbelief. I’d wanted information, but I wasn’t prepared for this. My heart was suddenly beating really loud, and I absentmindedly rubbed my chest, trying to calm down.

The PI, a grizzled-looking guy, nodded. “Positive. She’s tied to an escort service—a high-end one. They specialize in celebrities and government officials. I traced pictures of her online with a senator and several others.”

I swallowed hard and turned the page.

Each page made me a little sicker—there were so many details. The clients, the places she frequented, how many “appointments” she had a month. Tyler Miller’s name stood out in bold letters, a repeat customer by the looks of it. I recognized a lot of the other names as well.

Just thinking of them touching her made me want to throw up. She was too good for all of them.

“How did you even find all this? Surely these people pride themselves on anonymity,” I said, tossing the file on my desk.

“Nothing is ever a secret if you know where to look,” he answered, a small, weird-looking grin on his face. And now I was officially creeped out.

“Alright, thanks.” My tone was stiff.

He gave me a knowing smile before he headed out of the room. “I’ll bill you.”

“I bet you will,” I muttered as the door closed behind him.

I stared at the file, finally picking it back up and flipping through the pages again as I scanned for more details. There was her address—a very nice condominium high-rise that was located in downtown Dallas. That was actually useful. She didn’t live that far from me.

How had she started this? Did she want to be an escort? Did she like it?

Nope. She definitely didn’t.

I could answer that question pretty easily because I could picture how lonely and miserable she’d looked last night. And the fact that she’d had to hook up with Tyler multiple times—there was no way she liked that.

I stared at the address again, the words blurring in front of me as I came up with a genius idea.

If she wouldn’t date me, I would hire her. I’d pay whatever it took to make sure she didn’t have time for any other clients.