The men sold themselves.
Literally, she guessed.
There were three of them and they were beyond gorgeous. She’d never seen anyone as gorgeous as any of them in all her years on this earth, and seeing them all on one page in close proximity was enough to make a girl fall off her spinny chair.
She poured herself another glass of wine and downed it quickly, reading whatever details she could find. Apparently, there were open houses where you could meet the men, or you could set up an appointment. They had only just opened.
Would there be reviews?
One man in particular, with blond hair, had set her heart racing like an Arabian horse over the desert. No, calling him blond was like calling the sun warm.
His hair was a gorgeous mix of golden colors, almost looking as if it were made of metal itself. His face was too gorgeous for movies. Too gorgeous for modeling.
She snorted. He was probably short.
She clicked back to the search results and saw there were reviews already.
Interesting.
She clicked on the review summary and gasped when she saw the average. 3.2 stars. Not great.
She set her glass down and leaned in to read the top reviews. They were a mix of virulent hate and slobbering admiration. What exactly was going on with this place?
She clicked on the top review:
I’ve never met a more arrogant man in my life than Adrien. Who does he think he is! I’d give zero stars if I could.
Another one:
I went out with friends, hoping to get along with some hot guys and see if we wanted to hire them. Instead, multiple members of our party ended up in arguments with these jerks, and we had to go somewhere else for our bachelorette party.
She clicked another one, a three-star:
Not the worst. I met with Sever. He wasn’t really into talking, but he wasn’t a jerk like some mentioned in these reviews. He’s hot, but they all are. I guess he’s probably the best one to hire. Dante is super hot if you can stand him. Stay away from Adrien.
Ella went back to the page with the beautiful men on it to match them up with their names. Adrien was a frowning, classically handsome man with striking silver eyes like mirrors and dark, tousled hair going in all directions. There was almost something otherworldly about him.
Sever had dark-gray hair, and she couldn’t make out if his eyes were dark blue, gray, green, or some mixture. His hair seemed to be short on the sides and pulled back on top. He was handsome in almost a Viking warrior sort of way. Kind of an odd contrast to the others, but she supposed variety was key with this kind of service.
She giggled again as she scrolled to Dante, the one with gold hair.
So gorgeous.
She went back to reviews, this time checking the positive ones.
Oh my gosh. These men are so hot. Who cares if they are rude! I’d pay hundreds just to look at them.
Ella grinned. That would probably be her. She wasn’t looking for romance anyway. She didn’t need the delusion that these men liked her.
Oh hell, I love Dante. He makes panties drop just walking across the room. I swear I’ve never gotten as—
Ella clicked away from that one, as it got a little too graphic.
I don’t know if I agree with the other reviews. Sure, Sever is a little standoffish, and Adrien is an outright douche. But Dante isn’t terrible, if you can deal with the ego. My guess is they’d behave on a date. But if not, oh my gosh, you will never find hotter men than this. Ever.
Ella could deal with that. If she was going to hire someone to take home, she might as well go for the gold, as it were. And maybe the negative reviews were just exaggerated.
She clicked back to them.
This place should be called Date-A-Douchebag! Never coming back.
Or maybe not.
She leaned her cheek on her hand, thinking. Clearly, this place had the right men, but they were going to run themselves into the ground if these reviews kept happening. They needed a manager and some damage control with PR and some training. Her business consultant brain was already working without her asking it to.
That was it! This could be win-win. She was pretty stingy, and this could be a way to get one of the men for a week (since she was sure the cost would be insane for such gorgeous guys). She could offer her consultant services to fix the business in return.
As long as Dante behaved himself.
She winked at his photo as she went back to the bed and opened her book. Tomorrow, she’d call Date-A-Dragon and set up an appointment to meet with them.
The first thing that had to go was that weird name.
Dante walked toward Citrine’s office with a sense of foreboding he couldn’t shake. The usually quiet dragon could be extremely angry at times, and he had been, due to the bad experiences the club was having so far.
Citrine had been ranting lately about their reviews while holding his personal electronic device, and Dante didn’t see what the big deal was.