The Billionaire's Personal Escort

AYANNA POV

“$70,000 for a night. Don’t mess this up.”

The words of my boss echoed in my mind as I adjusted my dress.

This was the highest paying customer the escort company had ever gotten. We all wanted a taste of this. The fact that he paid $70,000 a night made me think that this man was either obscenely wealthy, or this was his fetish. It didn't matter to me. I would be getting paid an insane amount of money and that was the only thing that mattered to me.

I had one job tonight. To please him.

The taxi stopped.

“We are here.” The driver said.

I took a deep breath and stepped out. The cold wind of the evening brushed against my bare legs and the short dress I was wearing.

It was 8pm and the sun was gone, leaving the darkness to embrace the night.

The city was illuminated by the street lights. The sound of cars and people walking filled my ears. But what got my attention was the building in front of me.

It was huge.

My jaw dropped at the sight.

The building was a glass-walled skyscraper. A large neon sign hung over the top.

‘SINCLAIR CORP’.

So, my client was this rich? The thought of how much money he was worth ran through my head.

I grinned. If there was one thing I excelled at in the escort business, it was making rich men spend their money on me.

I handed the driver some money and got off out the car.

My red-bottom heels clicked against the pavement as I walked into the building.

The lobby was lavishly decorated. Glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Expensive paintings decorated the walls and statues of ancient Roman gods sat around the place.

The marble floor shined.

Damn!

The place looked like it cost a fortune.

The lobby was also empty though. No one else was there but a bored receptionist was sitting behind the desk.

I walked up to him.

“I’m looking for Travis Sinclair?” I said as I drummed my fingers on the counter.

The receptionist looked up.

I could see his eyes widen at the sight of me. He stared at my dress and the way my cleavage spilled out of the low cut neckline.

I was wearing a skin tight, backless dress that stopped right below my ass.

I could see the receptionist's mouth water as he gazed at my curves and a huge bulge was forming in his pants.

I leaned forward.

His eyes widened even more.

He could see down my dress and to my huge tits.

A smirk formed on my face.

I knew what I did to men. And I enjoyed using my looks to manipulate men.

My beauty and sex appeal were among the main reasons I was the top-earning escort at the agency.

Men would do anything for a night with me.

And this one right here was no different.

I snapped my fingers in