Chapter 29

“Of course.” He pulled out his wallet. “Ciro’s, here we come.” 8

Paul never had a hard time convincing himself he could enjoy a lady’s company. When he slept with a woman, he had his own pornographic images to concentrate on while his body did all the work. And when he danced with a woman, he just pretended there were cameras surrounding them, hot lights above them, and dozens of people wandering back and forth on the edges of his vision. It wasn’t any different at Ciro’s.

“Thank you for tonight,” Anna murmured in his ear as he led her around the floor.

“I feel like I should be the one thanking you. You’re always on your game.”

She responded with a throaty chuckle. “Like pretending to be in love with you is difficult.”

“It might be with such short notice.”

“You’re just lucky I didn’t have plans tonight.”

“Trust me,” Paul murmured, scanning the room for Jack’s blond head, “I know how lucky I am.”