“There’ll of course also be a cancellation fee should you decide to terminate early.” Misty searched his face for any objection to her suggestion, but found none. There’d be no early termination. By the time the end of the week rolled around, he’d have Holly right where he wanted her, and—
The door opened, interrupting his thoughts when a young blonde woman stepped in.
“Eva said to come right in, sorry.”
Misty waived her in and pointed to a chair. “Sit down, Holly. I’m just going over the terms and conditions with Mr. Sinclair.”
Holly? Daniel jerked and stared at the woman. This wasn’t Holly. This had to be a mistake. This wasn’t his Holly. The blonde woman looked directly at him as if she wanted to tell him something, but she didn’t say another word.
Realizing something was fishy, he addressed the Madam. “Ms. Snyder, would you mind if I talked to Holly privately for a few minutes?”
Misty raised her eyebrows and seemed to debate whether it was safe to leave them alone. “I’ll be right outside.”
“Thank you.”
As soon as the door shut behind her, Daniel turned back to the blonde woman.
“Who the hell are you, and where is the real Holly?”
“I am the real Holly,” she insisted.
“Listen, I don’t know what kind of bait and switch operation this is, but don’t take me for a fool. I’ve spent the last two nights with Holly, and that’s the Holly I want.” His tone was determined. If they tried to play him, he’d make sure they’d be sorry later.
The blonde pressed her eyelids together quickly, then looked back at him. “God, I had no idea this would happen. I was sick that night I was booked to see you, so I had somebody fill in for me. Misty doesn’t know.”
A sense of relief flooded through him. “No problem. Just tell me what her name is, and I’ll book her. No offense.” He’d have to get used to calling her a different name, but that was the least of his problems.
“Well, that’s a problem.”
“That’s not a problem. I’ll just tell your boss that I changed my mind and then book your colleague.”
Holly shifted uncomfortably on her chair. She nervously flicked her hair back over her shoulder. “She isn’t a colleague.”
“You mean she’s from a different agency?” Daniel was getting impatient. He didn’t want to waste his time here. Every minute he was separated from his Holly meant some slimy guy could get his hands on her.
“Who is she? Do you want me to call Ms. Snyder in here?” If he had to threaten her, he would.
Holly held up her hand to stop him. “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you.”
Daniel got up. “I’d better discuss this with your boss.”
“She’s my roommate. She’s not an escort,” Holly stopped him.
The implications of her words didn’t immediately register with him. Her roommate. Not an escort. He fell back onto the chair.
“Hold it! What did you say?”
“She’s my roommate.”
“No. Not that.”
“She’s not an escort.”
“But …” He stopped. “But she was with me. The last two nights.”
“Because I was sick,” Holly explained. “Misty would have fired me if I hadn’t taken the booking, so I talked her into it.”
God, his Holly wasn’t an escort. “She’s not an escort. She’s a real person?”
“Thanks a lot!”
“Sorry, didn’t mean it. She’s not an escort. She’s … What’s her real name?”
“Sabrina.”
“Sabrina.” He let it roll off his tongue and immediately knew it suited her so much better. Then he suddenly remembered the incident at the law offices.
“If she’s not an escort, what the hell was she doing with that pig at the office?” Daniel was angry just thinking about it.
“What pig at what office?”
“Brand, Freeman & Merriweather. She was there this morning and came out of somebody’s office all ruffled.” He gave Holly a questioning look.
“The pig you’re referring to is Hannigan. He’s been harassing her ever since she started working there.”
Anger flared up from his gut, and he slammed his fist on the table. “I’ll kick the shit out of that bastard.”
“Get in line. I’ve got first dibs on that asshole.”
Daniel settled back into his chair. It pleased him that Sabrina had a friend, who was willing to go to bat for her. He gave her a smile. “She works there?”