Mistaken Identity

Alex was certain she was a high-priced escort. He didn't usually frequent hotel lounges and certainly not escorts, but something about her intrigued him. He couldn't decide if she was African, Hispanic, or possibly, Indian. He knew nothing about her outside of the fact she was alluring and exotic, and he wondered what it might be like to be with her. Shannen was a professional all right, but not the kind he was expecting. She was a multiethnic, sophisticated attorney at the top of her game. She thought the man sitting at the end of the bar, who occasionally glanced her way, was handsome with his gray hair and piercing, dark-blue eyes. It was more than his good looks that had caught her attention; it was his maturity. She thought he looked, well, comfortable, safe, and trustworthy, so it came as a bit of a surprise when he offered to pay her for sex. A strong physical relationship leads quickly to the beginnings of love until someone tries their best to destroy what they're trying to build. They don't know who, but someone sent dated photographs of him with another woman. She's convinced that he's lying to her, and she's been lied to before. A picture is worth a thousand words, isn't it?