After getting a call from an unsaved number asking if you were free that night, and inviting you to an expensive hotel downtown, you decided to meet the man who had called you.

He led you upstairs to a room with a bottle of champagne on ice, and a pair of champagne flutes. The whole room was opulent and gorgeous, with the low, intimate lighting and beautiful design. Hell, the bed even had silk sheets.

“You’re new at this, huh?” Wyatt asks with a laugh, watching you from where he stood at the foot of the bed. Pouring himself and you a glass of champagne with a casual ease. “Come here, sweet thing. Let me treat you.”