Mr. Big

It all started so innocently, but sometimes the biggest moments in your life start with the smallest events….

The email dropped into my mailbox about 9:30 on Tuesday night. I opened it, surprised to see that the email had been sent to a mailbox and email address I hadn’t used for ages.

To: Lexi911@yahoo.com
Reply-To: mrbigshot69@gmail.com
Re: Emergency

Hey, is this Sexy Lexi? I got your email from John. I have a 9-1-1, and need your services. Big family dinner on Saturday at the ballroom, Cipriani Wall Street, and will be surrounded by family and business associates. John said you were really high class and brainy. In other words, not your usual escort. If you’re available, wear something amazing but conservative. John showed me the menu. I’ll take a standard date with no add-ons. The usual conditions apply. Cheers, MBS

“Oh, my God…”

“What?” Candace, my BFF, my partner in crime, and the one person who could talk me into almost anything, glanced over my shoulder and read the email on the screen. "He thinks you're and escort and wants you to attend a family dinner? What kind of jerk invites an escort to a family dinner?"

“A big one.” I chewed a nail and considered. "Should I write him back?"

She smiled, an evil gleam in her eyes. How many times had the girl got me in trouble? Luckily, I emerged from my teenage years alive, relatively unscathed, and without a criminal record, but only just barely. So, I should have known to trust my own gut.

But I didn’t….

Now, I have to give the performance of my life and play an escort to one of Manhattan's hottest young billionaires so I can tell the story to my girlfriends at brunch on Sunday. When the performance starts to feel too real, will I get out with my heart intact?

Will I want to?