Ethan Hayes saw her coming.
Interesting.
He'd watched her performance.
Impressive voice. Raw talent.
Wasted in a Vegas pub.
Then he'd watched her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend now—destroy her.
Public humiliation at its finest.
He'd almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
But business was business.
And talent like hers didn't come around often.
Now she was walking toward him.
Drunk. Determined.
This should be entertaining.
★☆★☆★☆
Maddie reached his table.
Up close, he was even more attractive.
Sharp jawline. Perfect hair.
Those eyes.
'Focus. You can do this.'
"Hi," she said.
Her voice slurred slightly.
He looked up.
Expression neutral.
"Hello."
"You're—" She paused. Tried to think. "You're really handsome."
One eyebrow raised.
"Thank you."
"And you dress nice. For a—" She giggled. "For a call boy."
Silence.
Ethan's expression didn't change.
But something flickered in his eyes.
Amusement? Disbelief?
"A call boy," he repeated.
