Book Title: Hooker Heels
Author: Ryan Ringbloom
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: 10/1/15
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Oh that's right, she doesn't have one.
Zackary Knight has always had things handed to him. That's not the life he wants. Can't anyone see that he goes deep, that he's more than just a shallow dollar sign? Who is this beautiful women who just appeared on his doorstep? Is she someone he can finally open his heart up to?
Because his heart, it's a big one.
Everything about this introduction was so awkward.
“Make yourself at home. Open some wine. I just need a few more minutes to finish up and set an extra place,” Zack said before disappearing into the kitchen area.
“What is this?” I hissed through my teeth at Tariq. I needed some answers. I needed them now. “Why did you bring me here?”
Tariq grabbed my elbow and led me into the corner, out of sight. “Do you know who that is?” I shrugged, clueless. “That is Zackary Knight, son of Corbin Knight.”
Wait? What? As in hotel billionaire, Corbin Knight? Dollar signs briefly flashed before my eyes. Rows and rows of them. But I was lost. “What does this have to do with me?”
“His father has been concerned lately that his son is not getting out enough, meeting people, meeting women. He’s my boss. He asked if I could arrange to find his son a companion.”
“A companion?” I shrieked. “Like as in a—”
“Lower your voice,” Tariq demanded.
“Is this your favor?” I strained over my shoulder to get another look at the guy in the next room.
“Think of it more as an opportunity. His father is willing to pay the right person. Big bucks.” Tariq placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. “You’re unemployed. And I’m no fool, Kenna. I know that you did not leave Backsides on your own. You need this, don’t you?”
I looked away and swallowed.
“It’s easy money,” Tariq said smoothly.
Money. That word always changed everything.
“Would I have to sleep with him?” I kept my voice even.
Tariq shuffled his stance. “If that’s what he wants, yes.”
So by companion, he meant prostitute. My insides twisted.
“Does he know about this?” I motioned my head toward the kitchen.
“No, and that’s part of the deal. Zack can never find out. You just do what you do, flirt, be beautiful and follow my lead tonight. We’ll discuss it more later.”
Not many things rattled me. This did. My hands started to shake. Another pay-for-sex transaction in less than twenty-four hours. Was this the way people saw me, the way I presented myself?
“Tariq, why did you call me for this?”
“Because this is what you do. This is your game. Men and money.”
“My game?”
“Yes, Kenna, your game.”
I closed my eyes. He was right. It was useless to deny it. As far back as I could remember, men and money had indeed been my game. If you considered all the things I’d done and received as “gifts” with men over the years, then you needed to call me what I was.
A hooker.
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