Dylan: Escort Romance

DYLAN BLUE-EYED BILLIONAIRES BOOK 3 KAYLEE MONROE Copyright © Kaylee Monroe, June 2023 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. CONTENTS DYLAN Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Epilogue DYLAN Escorting the blue-eyed Billionaire . . . I took on escorting as a side hustle to help pay off the enormous debt my brother owed to some unsavory people. A strictly “arm candy” type arrangement for rich men who needed a date for the evening. I never could have anticipated that my first date would be Dylan Reid, a hot, charming billionaire who could have any woman he wants. He insists the evening at a charity event is all about fending off other women’s advances, but neither of us expect the crazy hot chemistry that simmers between us. It was supposed to be a one night business transaction, but I find myself saying yes to a real date with Dylan . . . and that’s when the fireworks between us really happen. He’s kind and charming and just the type of man I’d always dreamed of, but I don’t want him mixed up in the threat that’s looming over me—even if he does insist he can easily take care of my problem. Falling for Dylan wasn’t part of the plan, but maybe, for once in my life, I can really have it all. CHAPTER ONE Thea I smiled as the flash went off in my face, tilting my head strategically to the side as the photographer snapped another photo. Then, I turned so that I was looking over my shoulder to showcase the backside of the dress I was wearing. I was partially following instructions that were being shouted at me and partially following my own instincts. As a model, I had to trust my own body and what poses felt right. It was why I was good at it. What really mattered was that we made the most of this hour-long photo shoot and took a large variety of pictures to present to the client paying for this campaign. This was my biggest modeling job ever, after three years of working at it, and I had Glimmer Modeling Agency to thank for it. My eyes briefly flickered to where my agent, Darcy, was standing off to the side, talking on her cell phone. She was in the process of booking me another job, and I felt a surge of giddiness at the idea of my career finally taking off. “Thea, bring your eyes back to me.” I did as the photographer instructed, returning my gaze to the camera. The dress I was wearing—with lots of tulle and a V-neck that went all the way down to my bellybutton—was the last one for this shoot, which would be featured in a prominent fashion magazine. After a couple more clicks of the camera, we finished up the session, and I let out a relieved sigh. As much as I loved modeling, a long photo shoot like this could be exhausting. I stepped away from the backdrop area and toward the dressing room. This photographer was a professional that did these kinds of shoots all the time, so he had a nice, private setup. I’d worked with others that didn’t have that luxury. Sometimes, it was just a thin curtain that separated the changing area from the rest of the studio space. It turned out that getting better jobs in this industry came with better perks. I even had someone here to do my hair and makeup for me when I arrived, which really was a nice fringe benefit. My agent waited outside the door as I slipped out of the dress and pulled on my own yoga pants and loose T-shirt. I swept my long auburn waves up into a messy bun and pulled on my old, worn Tennis shoes—my favorites for working out. When I left the room, Darcy wasn’t talking on the phone anymore, but she was texting so quickly that her fingers didn’t seem to actually touch the screen. She glanced up when I appeared in front of her with a fleeting smile on her face. “Great work today. The client’s going to love it.” I knew that Darcy wasn’t really paying attention to the photo shoot, but I didn’t hold it against her. As my agent, part of her job was being encouraging. Besides, she was busy booking more work for me the whole time. I couldn’t fault her for that. Even though I was at a point where I wasn’t living paycheck to paycheck, I desperately needed the money. “Thanks,” I said, slinging my purse over my shoulder. “You’ll let me know about the job coming up?” “Absolutely,” she said with a nod. “And your payment will be deposited at the end of the week.” That sounded great to me. Steady paychecks from modeling were what I’d wanted for a long time, and it hadn’t been easy to make headway in this business. There were a lot of people trying to make it in the modeling industry in New York City, so I was well-aware of how lucky I was. I left the studio, driving back to my apartment. It was mid-afternoon, and I found myself in that sweet spot between lunchtime and the evening rush hour, when traffic wasn’t too bad on the city streets. I made good time getting across town, and I was in such a good mood that I didn’t immediately notice the black sedan