Escorting the Player (The Escort Collection Book 3) by Leigh James Read Free Book Online Page B

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    I grabbed some heavier weights to punish myself and tried to stop obsessing about her. Hot images from last night kept flashing in my mind, but I didn't feel right about what we'd done. Last night I'd felt very, very right—but in the light of day, I was nothing but ashamed.
    I'd taken advantage of this girl. Avery was here because she was on a job. I didn't believe for a second that she was an escort because she enjoyed it. She was too young, too pretty, too innocent. She must really need the money. She was as vulnerable as she could have been, and I'd preyed on her. My gut twisted at the thought.
    But last night, once I stopped being a dick, she'd seemed like she was having fun. And even as shy as Avery had been when she'd first shown up, she'd lost all inhibition once we'd gotten back to her room. She'd ridden my cock and bossed me around like a pro, and I'd loved every second of it.
    That's because she is a pro. My gut twisted again. I fucked a prostitute.
    I couldn't believe it.
    I felt sick—not because I thought bad things about Avery and what she did for work—not at all. It was because I felt like I'd exploited her. I was not one of those pro athletes who thought I could take what I wanted, when I wanted. That wasn't how I operated. I thought prostitution was dangerous, ugly, and degrading to women.
    Says the guy who just hired a hooker.
    I added more weights, grunting as I did another chest press. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I'd end up sleeping with her. I thought I was above taking advantage of people. But I'd fucked her brains out last night, and I'd enjoyed every abandoned, debaucherous second.
    Worse than that? I'd enjoyed running my hands through her long blond hair. The power I'd felt when she came so hard she screamed my name. Waking up next to her warm body—before I realized how badly I'd messed up.
    I fucking hated myself this morning.
    But before I could do more punishing presses, my phone started to blow up.
    First was a text from Reggie. That is a seriously hot girl, he wrote. You're the man.
    It buzzed again—a text from Trevor, one of my defenseman. Who's the blonde? he wrote with a winking emoji. She have a sister?
    I grunted as my phone continued to vibrate.
    Be prepared for Jessica to lash out , Mickey wrote. But who cares? That girl's gorgeous . Even Mickey included a winking emoji. Christ.
    So much for laying low , wrote my coach, Wes. Nice to see you looking relaxed, though. But maybe lay off the binge-drinking in public when the season's about to start . There was no winking emoji.
    I expect to meet this young lady sooner rather than later , Martha wrote. Your mother's always the last to know, I guess . No winking emoji.
    I grimaced and did a quick Internet search of my name. Sure enough, there was picture after picture from last night posted to Instagram and Twitter. Images of me with different fans, grinning and holding various alcoholic beverages. I barely remembered any of it.
    What was consistent in each picture was my smile and my grip around Avery. My arm was locked securely around her waist in each shot. She smiled next to me for an endless stream of photos, looking genuinely happy. I remembered the feel of my palm against her hip, pulling her to me. I loved the way holding her felt.
    I scrolled through more pictures.
    We were just pretending. Why does it look so real?
    "You're really nice to your fans," she'd said after we'd posed for yet another shot. "I think it's sweet."
    Jessica had grown to hate the fans. After a while, she'd thought she was above them. She just didn't get it.
    "The fans are the best part," I'd said. "Without them, it doesn't mean a whole lot."
    Avery smiled at me then, and I felt as if I was seeing her real smile. Part of me had softened toward her in spite of my better judgment.
    And then I'd had another drink. And another.
    After we finished at the restaurant, Eric had insisted that we go to a hot new club in the Theater