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Jennifer Philip's POV
' I have had a wonderful evening darling, thank you for the courtesy of accompanying me and I certainly hope we can do this again…' the stench of liquor exits his mouth just as easily as his words. There was no professionalism behind them, only the echo of unique desperation under all that fake male bravado.
My lips extend into a smile as my eyes connect with his own for just a millisecond.
'Pleasure doing business with you sir..I will take my leave now..thank you for the ride..' I respond, fighting the urge to yawn with boredom at how many times I have repeated that statement over the past month. It had now become a closing line of mine. Something I said every day before I ended any one of my escort sessions.
I watch the frown that falls on his lips and then the look of the satisfaction that he tries to brew. My fingers glide across the little button in his car and when I press it, the door opens.
