I can’t believe how fucking gorgeous Franco is. I want to run my fingers through his thick dark hair.

Life sure is strange. One minute I’m on the racetrack, the next I’m in my sexy red strapless dress and high-heeled black shoes about to have dinner with Franco in a fancy restaurant.

He stares at me like he’s about to devour me. Who knows, maybe I look the same way? I try not to make it too obvious to him, though.

Skip the drinks, dinner, and dessert, whatever. Let’s jump to the sex.

Who needs all this shit? I might as well make it three for three, right?

I mean, this has been the most perfect day for me. I don’t get many of this kind of days very often. Usually, my days plainly suck.

But not today. Today is the most fucking perfect day ever.

It started with Antonio. We checked out a painting at the art gallery. I won’t forget that anytime soon.

I totally got the painting he showed me, the one of the faceless couple embracing and kissing in such a sensual way.

Shit, that painting made me wet. So wet, in fact, I was extremely ready for the sex I had with Antonio right there in front of the painting.

I gave him the best fucking blowjob ever. I could tell how much he liked it by the way he moaned when he came inside me.

I savored every minute of that blowjob.

And I’m sure he did, too.

I sucked his cock and got it as hard as I could. Then, I took his whole cock in my mouth while he thrust his whole body into me.

Oh, I shouldn’t forget about playing with his balls, too. Of course, an older couple almost caught us. They thought something was wrong.

That had only made the sex all the more exciting.

I felt like a damn teenager. We even giggled when we left the room.

I really didn’t think I could top off my trip to the art gallery until my time with Marco.

Marco took me to the F1 racetrack. I met a couple of the race car drivers before Marco took me for a spin in his buddy Carmine’s race car.

But the best part was the sex right there in the F1 car’s driver seat. Shit. That sex in the car was fucking amazing.

He had put my hand on his cock. I felt it start to get hard right away. He had placed his hand between my legs, and I could feel the wetness almost immediately.

I didn’t hesitate going down on him as soon as his cock was hard. I sucked on his balls, while using my hand to stroke his cock.

I had taken his cock in my mouth and kept right on playing with his balls. I couldn’t stop once I got started. I still have no idea what made me act like that.

But I enjoyed every fucking minute of today. Nothing could ever change that.

Now here I am with Franco, wondering how my day will end.

Any thoughts of my mission almost ground to a halt.

Truth be told, I’m having my doubts about what the senator told me about this mission. I’m really beginning to think he was wrong about these guys.

They aren’t as bad as the senator made them out. I hate doubting myself over stuff like this, but the senator is funding this mission so I can’t afford to piss him off.

I think back on each of the good things—besides the sex—that happened today.

Antonio supports that artist. Marco lets the payments slide for that race car driver. I see nothing bad about either one of them.

In fact, I see Marco as someone who’s trying to do better. He’s trying to change who he is and be more of an honest person.

“Are you ready for me to order dinner?” Franco asks, bringing me back to reality.

“Yes, of course,” I say. “I am pretty hungry.”

He waves the waiter over and orders for both of us.

Once the waiter has left our table, I ask Franco, “So, exactly, what do you do?”

“Besides run the escort agency, you mean?” He smiles at me.

I shake my head. “No, I mean tell me about running an escort agency. I mean…”

I pretend to search for the right words. “If you believe what’s written in paper, it’s not a very…” I hesitate.

“You should never believe everything you read in the paper,” he interrupts, and his smile tugs at my insides.

I’m almost sorry I’ve opened this can of worms.

“I guess, I still can’t see how you can run that sort of business without being, you know, ruthless.”

“Our business is different,” he says, and our eyes lock.

“In what way?” I ask.

I didn’t know an escort business could be good and clean. Now he’s got my full attention.

“For starters, I don’t allow anyone to work for me who doesn’t want to,” Franco begins. “You know how some escort companies force their girls to do things they don’t want to?”

“Like what?”

“Like work their asses off and not pay them. Like subject them to men who don’t treat them with respect. Those types of things.”

I nod my head in understanding. The nagging doubt from earlier intensifies.

“I’m not like that. The men I allow my girls to escort respect them, and I pay my girls what they’re worth.”

I nod again.

“In fact, I pay my girls’ health insurance and make sure they’re looked after.” He folds his hands on the table.

“That’s great,” I mumble and feel awfully small. “Sounds like you care about them.”

“I do. Without them, I wouldn’t have a business, right?” Franco grins at me.

“Of course.” I return the smile.

“I could take you to visit one of our establishments if you like. You could even meet the girls. I bet they would love to meet someone like you.”

I’m so mesmerized by Franco’s voice that I find myself lost and staring into those amazing eyes of his for a moment or two. Finally, I find my voice.

“I would love to visit one of your brothels. How about tomorrow?”

The sooner the better, with the senator busting to hear from me.