Living in Sin (The Escort Series) by Isabel Lucero Read Free Book Online Page B

those people,” I say, rubbing my eyes. I realize now that I slept with my mascara and eyeliner still on, so I probably look like a raccoon.
    “Yeah, but you love me. Anyway, I’ve had two cups of coffee already, so I’m good.”
    Emilie places a cup of coffee in front of me with some creamer and bowl of sugar next to it.
    “I think I should just marry you, and not worry about any guys. You’d make a great wife,” I say as I add the sugar to my coffee.
    She acts like she’s thinking about it and then says, “You can be my backup.”
    I laugh. “Okay. That works.”
    “So do you have any plans for today?” she asks, turning around to finish cooking breakfast.
    “No. Thank God. I don’t have to see Mrs. Roberts until Monday, so I’ll probably be a lazy bum all day.”
    “Oh.” She’s quiet and I know she’s thinking something.
    “Why?”
    “Oh, uhh…I was just thinking maybe you’d want to go have dinner with me.”
    I keep watching her but she doesn’t turn around to look at me. Something in her tone makes me believe something’s up.
    “Okay,” I drag out. “Where did you want to go?”
    “I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know later, though.”
    She finally turns around but doesn’t make eye contact with me. She’s acting funny.
    “Em.”
    “Huh?” she replies without looking at me.
    “What’s goin’ on?”
    “Nothing. Why?”
    “You’re just being weird,” I say, still eyeing her suspiciously.
    “No I’m not. I just…if you don’t want to go eat because you wanna stay home, that’s fine. Maybe we can go out another day. I don’t want to ruin your lazy plans.”
    “It’s fine. Just make sure you tell me where we’re going in enough time for me to be ready. I don’t know if we’re doing casual or fancy.”
    “Yeah. I don’t know either. I’ll make sure you’re appropriately dressed. Don’t worry,” she says, giving me a smile.
    We sit down, eat breakfast and drink lots of coffee before Em gets dressed to go home.
    “I’ll see you later,” I say as she’s walking out.
    “Yeah. I’ll talk to you later.”
    Once she’s gone, I go to take a nice, long, hot bath. My bathroom is big, length wise with his and her sinks. The only good thing about that is I have plenty of counter space for all my hair products, but no need for his and her sinks when there is no man living here.
    The space between the counter and the tub is small, though. I turn around, take one step and I’m to the tub. Too bad this isn’t a big, Jacuzzi tub. That would be nice.
    After I soak my body in the hot water, shave and wash my hair, I get out and decide to take the time to straighten my hair. It’s still fairly early and I have nothing else to do until I hear from Em about dinner.
    I put my iPod on the iPod dock and blast my music while I do my hair. After singing and dancing in the mirror for what seems like hours, my long, dark brown hair is silky smooth and flows straight to the middle of back. After all this work I really hope Em doesn’t want to go to a fast food place or anything.
    I check the time and am surprised that it’s already four-thirty. I go to the closet and try to find something to wear, but it’s hard to choose when I don’t know where I’m going. Walking past my full-size bed, I find my cell that’s sitting on top of the black chest of drawers. I notice I have a text message from Em already.
     
    Emilie: Hey, so go to Binion’s Steakhouse at like 6:30
     
    Me: Okay. Meet you there?
     
    I wait a few minutes for her response.
     
    Emilie: See you later!
     
    I’ve never been to Binion’s before so I do a quick Google check to see what the dress code is. I find out that it’s on the twenty-fourth floor of the West Tower and that the dress code is business casual.
    I decide on a sheer chiffon high low dress. The top is leopard print and the bottom is black. The front of the skirt stops about three or four inches above my knee while the back goes almost to my ankles.