him. “Alan Kidd.” Tanner snorted. “I wasn’t aware that he was into men. Have you been dating long?” “First date.” Noah shrugged. “Clearly, it didn’t go to well. Maybe he got nervous and backed out. Maybe he’s still in the closet. I don’t know.” Tanner rimmed the water glass with his finger while he stared at Noah. “What do you do for a living?” Noah was well-versed in responding to this question. Generally it changed according to the crowd. Some circumstances called for him to be a waiter. Some a model. This time he decided to go with both. “I aspire to be a model but my income comes from waiting tables at Torelle’s Café in Soho.” It was a good cover since his best friend’s family owned the place. If anyone ever followed up with his lies, then they would cover for him. “A model, huh?” Tanner studied him. “You’ve got the face for it. But models are one dimensional asshats. You don’t need to aspire to be that.” Noah chuckled. “Bad experience with models?” “Plenty.” Tanner licked his lips. The waiter brought them the ridiculously expensive meal and served them the even more ridiculously expensive wine. “I’ll offer you a job though, if you want it. I need someone to be the face of a new campaign for Lachlan Enterprises. If you’re interested, it pays significantly more than a waiter’s salary.” He stared wide-eyed at the sexy stranger in front of him. “Are you serious?” “Of course. I don’t joke about business.” Tanner dabbed at his mouth. “If you want the job, it’s yours. Mostly photo shoots. Maybe a short commercial. I’m not really sure about what the head of promotions has planned for the campaign, but we’ve had a difficult time finding someone to front it and I think you’d be great for the job.” Noah never expected a billionaire to actually give him a job in modeling. As much as he’s used that tired line, nothing remotely ever came from it. Granted, most men he met up with weren’t really interested in his aspirations since they knew he was an escort. He was a man they hired to accompany them to fancy parties and social gatherings. Afterward, for the right price, he even engaged in more scandalous deeds. He never dreamed of a man actually offering him a job. “I don’t know what to say.” Noah reached for his wine glass. “Yes. Thank you. I accept.” Tanner nodded. “Good. Just call my office and ask to speak with the head of promotions. I’ll let her know to expect your call and she can arrange with you the details of the job.” Noah grinned like a fool. “Great. That’s awesome. I never expected this.” They dug into their meal. Tanner chatted lightly about the charity and the art gala. Noah learned all about how Tanner inherited the company from his father who retired a year prior. The conversation was nice. A change of pace from what Noah was used to. Most of his clientele wanted him for arm candy and having a decent time at a fancy event was usually not in the cards for him. But he liked Tanner. He liked what he stood for and the way he looked at him. There was something electric there that Noah hadn’t felt in a long time. Sex had become a job for him and the motions had become stagnant and boring. Even with the ones who demanded adventurous things in the bedroom, he’d learned to service and go home. Tanner made him feel different. He awakened a spark inside him that most of his clients couldn’t touch. It was completely wrong to start imaging how he’d get him to go to a hotel for the night. It wasn’t like Noah had a lot of money to impress him with a nice room. He could probably afford the hundred dollar special at Budget Inn. He stared at his half eaten lobster, knowing that there was no way he could finish everything on his plate. While it did cost a lot, it was delicious and covered the majority of his plate. His throat was damn near parched and he took a gulp of wine to sooth it and his