Mr. Moore, My Heart Won't Be Tamed

The escort Natalie Adams thought she had paid for was Felix Morgan, the ninth young master of a house most of the city answers to. She did not find that out on the night. She left a five star review in the morning and assumed she would never see him again. Her marriage had got as far as the wedding day. The husband she had cried and pleaded to get spent that day and the night after it with another woman, and the city talked about her as the bride who had been dumped. "A woman thrives better without a man," she said, and once the marriage was over she went out to spend money and enjoy being single. Everything after the hotel was Felix's arrangement. Natalie read the encounters as coincidence while he moved one step at a time, drawing her into a game of cat and mouse, and by the time she ended up in his arms she understood that the night she had booked had been set up too.