No woman has ever rejected me, definitely not one I’m paying for. All I wanted was a few minutes of her time, a good fuck before making my way to the airport. Instead she walks into the room, looks at me and flees. The wrong girl, my ass.

I should be pissed off. But in some weird fucked up way, I’m excited instead, fascinated by her. The few seconds I got to see her pretty face and sexy curves had been enough for her to draw me in, to mess with my mind. Being rejected by her only makes my desire to bury myself into her stronger.

As I lift my suit jacket from where it hangs on the back of the leather chair, the door opens and I turn to find Hector standing there. A sheen of sweat makes his low forehead glisten in the candlelight.

“Mr. LaClaire, I apologize on behalf of my girl. She—she doesn’t feel well.” He wrings his hairy hands. “I hope you would consider someone else. We have some fantastic girls still working tonight. You can have your pick.”

As horny as I was when I walked into The Mirage, something has changed. I’m no longer interested in only sex, not with anyone. I want to screw the girl who walked out on me. If not tonight, maybe some other time.

“Apology accepted.” I shrug on my jacket, watching him squirm beneath my stare. “But next time I return, I want you to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” I glance at my wrist watch. “I have a plane to catch.”

“You’ll come back, you say?” Hector’s charcoal gray eyes widen with surprise.

“In two weeks. I’m one of the few people who believe in second chances.”

“That’s wonderful. You won’t regret your decision.” Hector rubs his hands together in excitement. “I’ll make sure to have someone special waiting for you.”

“Good.” I close one of the buttons on my suit. “Get me the girl who left me hanging.”

“But, sir—”

“You said she’s not feeling well tonight. I’m giving her two weeks to recover. That’s sufficient time, don’t you think?”

“Certainly, sir.” His gaze slides from mine. “I promise to have her ready for you when you get back in two weeks.”

“I’d appreciate that.” I reach into my pocket, pull out my wallet. I remove a few bills and press them into his hand. “That’s for her time tonight.”

Hector lowers his gaze to the money in his hand. “But she didn’t stay. You don’t owe anything.”

“As much as I believe in giving people second chances, I also respect people’s time. Your girl might not have started the job, but she did make an effort to come in here . . . despite her illness.” I push my hands into my pockets. “Perhaps the money will be an incentive for her to finish the job next time.”

Hector curls his fingers around the cash. “That’s awfully kind of you, Mr. LaC . . . Black. I’ll be sure to let her know not to disappoint you next time.”

“Fantastic.” The cash I gave Hector for the girl was the tip I’d planned on giving her. While there are some women who enjoy selling their bodies, most turn to prostitution because they have no other options. That’s why I always tip well. I’m guessing the girl is new and still getting used to the business. I can only imagine how tough this line of work must be. The women who do it deserve respect.

I walk out of The Mirage with the intention of keeping my promise to return.

A minute later, I slide into the backseat of my Rolls Royce. I tug at the silver door handle to slam the door shut and sink into the cream leather seats with a sigh. Quiet jazz drifts through the privacy divider. I allow it to soothe my nerves.

Bruce Murray, my driver, watches me suspiciously in the rearview mirror.

“What’s up, Bruce? Something the matter?”

“Just wondering why you’re back so fast.” Even after twenty years in the US, his British accent is still thick. “Did something go wrong?”

“Something went wrong all right. She bailed on me.” I laugh out loud. Now that my cock has calmed down, I’m able to find the humor in the situation.

“The prostitute? You’re joking.” Bruce rakes a hand through his shoulder-length ash blond hair and joins in the laughter. “What in the world did you do to her?” Still cracking up, he turns on the ignition.

“She didn’t even give me a chance to get started on her. The moment she saw me, she ran.”

“Sir, I hate to admit it but you can be quite intimidating sometimes.”

“Quit calling me Sir. Why can’t you just call me Derrick? Last time I checked that was my name.”

“Derrick, Sir, may I drive you somewhere else? Your second choice perhaps?”

I unbutton my suit jacket and stretch out my legs. “Don’t bother, Bruce. I’m done. Take me to the airport right away. I’m no longer interested in waiting until the morning.” I might have better luck with the ladies in mid-air than on solid ground.