Contents Cover About the Book About the Author Also by Portia Da Costa Title Page Dedication Call Girl for a Night Chapter 1: An Undiscovered Country Chapter 2: What Now? Chapter 3: Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend Chapter 4: Strangers in the Night Chapter 5: Girl Talk Chapter 6: Oceans of Time Chapter 7: Are You Free, Miss Aitchison? Chapter 8: To the Manor Born Chapter 9: Upstairs, Upstairs Chapter 10: Anything for You Chapter 11: Shelley Steps Out Chapter 12: The Man from the Bar Chapter 13: Oops! Chapter 14: Hands On Chapter 15: House Meeting Chapter 16: Morning Glory Chapter 17: Breakfast of Champions Chapter 18: To and Fro Chapter 19: Lightning Can Strike Twice Chapter 20: A Rubicon of Sorts Chapter 21: Sex Matters Chapter 22: Quietly, Afterwards Chapter 23: Enter the New Rival Chapter 24: The Best Medicine Chapter 25: Some of the Shadows Copyright About the Book Seduced by a billionaire . . . After being mistaken for a high-class call girl when they first met, Lizzie now enjoys a fiery relationship with John, her gorgeous and incredibly rich older man. Devoted, romantic and devilishly kinky, John knows exactly how to satisfy her every need. But John has a dark side – and a past he won’t talk about. He might welcome Lizzie in his bed – and out of it – but will she ever be anything more than a rich man’s mistress? About the Author Portia Da Costa is one of the most internationally renowned authors of erotica. She is the author of over fifteen Black Lace novels, as well as being a contributing author to a number of short story collections. Also by Portia Da Costa Continuum Entertaining Mr Stone Gemini Heat Gothic Blue Gothic Heat Hotbed In Too Deep Kiss it Better Shadowplay Suite Seventeen The Accidental Call Girl The Devil Inside The Red Collection The Stranger The Tutor Dedicated to the real Alice, gone now, but never to be forgotten. Call Girl for a Night When Lizzie Aitchison first met John Smith in the Lawns Bar of the Waverley Grange Hotel, she didn’t realise that he thought she was an escort in search of a client. The chemistry between them was dynamite from the outset, and Lizzie couldn’t resist the allure of John’s fallen angel face and the way his lean body looked in a sharp business suit. In a daring leap, she decided to play along with his misapprehension and become ‘Bettie’, the high-class call girl … if only for one night. John, too, was captivated. Shaken out of a state of ennui, he was gripped by an unstoppable urge to possess this beautiful young woman, whose combination of a distinctive vintage style and a bold yet strangely vulnerable personality was the ultimate call to his senses. The two embarked on an intense, kinky affair for the duration of John’s stay in the area on business, sharing pleasures far more intense than either one of them had ever expected. Especially when Lizzie was forced to admit that she wasn’t really a call girl after all. But what was supposed to be a simple, temporary, sex friendship, just for fun, quickly turned out to be something deeper and more meaningful. And when John returned to Lizzie after a month spent apart, suggesting they try a more permanent relationship, as lovers, the next stage of their passionate journey had begun. 1 An Undiscovered Country He’s come back! He’s come back! It wasn’t just temporary … He’s come back! He’s come back! Lizzie walked beside John, her hand tucked under his arm, and the sun shone overhead, benign and warm. She matched his long stride easily, as if he was giving her some kind of turbo energy boost. In fact, if he hadn’t been her anchor, she’d probably have been bouncing around him Tigger-style, or floating upwards like a balloon full of excitement. She couldn’t stop looking at him, either. She simply couldn’t stop looking at him. The most handsome man she’d ever seen, the most daring, fascinating, exciting, demanding man she could ever have imagined … he’d come back because he wanted to be with her. Don’t go mad, woman. And don’t get all gooey. He’ll think you’re mental! ‘Are you OK?’ John gave her a sideways smile as they walked, his sandy eyebrows lifting. He could feel her insane excitement, she knew he could. He’d been able to read her like a book from day one. Now, more than ever, she was convinced he’d suspected she wasn’t a call girl on that night they’d first met at the Waverley. But being John, he’d played along with her silly masquerade. Because it’d suited him, and he’d wanted her to have fun. But this … this was a new game, with new rules. Infinitely more challenging. The thought of it made her heart thunder, thud, thud, thud. ‘I’m fine …’ Who was she kidding? Fine? What a small, stupid word. ‘Actually, I feel a bit giddy … as if I’m in a dream.’ No use trying to hide it from him. He knew anyway. John’s grip tightened on her hand. ‘You know what? I feel a bit the same … Exciting, isn’t it?’ He leaned in close, his breath like a zephyr in her ear. ‘And I’m dying to fuck you. It’s been a long hard month, gorgeous girl. Very hard. I thought I might die of frustration.’ ‘Me too.’ No point in denying that either.