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The Wrong Date 
What happens when you fall for Ms. Wrong?
Annie Harland is rich, successful, and very single. So when an invitation to her 
tenth high school reunion drops on her mat, she’s determined to skip it. Until a drunk evening with her best friend results in an appointment with an escort named Robin. 
Robin is supposed to be bookish, well-muscled, and the owner of a golden retriever. Robin is actually tall, curvaceous, and very, very female. 
Things should have ended at their very first meeting. But for some strange reason, Annie can’t stop seeing Ms. Wrong. And Robin is Ms. Wrong, if only because she’s a Ms. and not a Mr. 
What should have been a story of high school revenge has turned into a romance, and Annie’s life is about to be turned upside down. But love knows no labels, or does it? 
Annie’s interfering BFF Fred has persuaded her to hire an escort to go with her to her high school reunion. Annie is about to meet Robin for the very first time, only to find out that this isn’t what she signed up for at all... 
Annie grabbed her coffee, thanked the barista, and installed herself neatly into a corner table. At least from back here she could see everyone that came in. Close to the bathroom too, so she could make a quick escape. Maybe. If the place had a back door. 
Not that she’d recognize Robin when he came in, of course, but she thought she might have a feeling. He’d look bookish, she’d decided. Maybe even have leather patches on the elbows of his jacket. He probably wouldn’t bring the golden retriever with him though, not to a cafe. 
Jesus. 
She couldn’t actually believe she was doing this. For the entire weekend and the last day and a half she’d been arguing herself in and out of the situation. Until finally, she’d given up. The stupid appointment was made, she didn’t have to pay for anything, and hell, if she didn’t go then Fred would never let her hear the end of it. 
Besides, she’d decided that it would be good for her confidence to get out and meet a few new people. 
The door opened and she looked up, heart pounding and stomach swirling. But it wasn’t Robin. A tall, slim woman walked in, long dark hair pulled back with tendrils just grazing her face. She walked like she knew everyone in the place was looking at her. Confidence like that, Annie decided, that was what she wanted. She wanted to not just walk in like everyone was looking at her, but to walk in and not care if anyone was looking at her. 
She sipped at her coffee. Where was she? Yes. Confidence, meeting new people. Fred had been right about one thing. They weren’t going to find Mr. and Ms. Right by sitting around at home. This whole reunion thing had shaken her up a bit, given her something to chew on. 
For a long time there she’d been pretty happy with how life was going, what she was achieving. Then that invitation had arrived and all of a sudden she thought that maybe there was a piece missing, maybe... 
“Excuse me?” 
It was the woman. Close up Annie could see that she had dark eyes too, and that the casual t-shirt and jeans were expensive designer brands. 
“Yes?” What could a woman like that want? Annie looked around the cafe, there were other empty tables to choose from. 
“Are you Annie?”
Annie nodded.
The woman put a latte glass on the table and held out her hand. “Robin,” she said. 
“Nice to meet you.”
Time stopped and Annie just sat, mouth open in disbelief, as Robin’s hand hung there 
between them. Robin. A woman. Not a book-reading, jacket wearing, retriever-owning man. What the hell... 
“Is there a problem?” the woman’s face was creased with concern. She pulled out a chair and sat down. “Annie? Is everything okay? You are Annie, right?” 
Annie nodded again. “Robin,” she managed to squeak.
“That’s me,” the woman said with a gentle smile that gave her dimples.
“But you’re... You’re...”
There was a long pause. “Um, I’m afraid I really don’t know how to complete that 
sentence for you.”
Annie took a deep breath. “You’re a woman.” “Well, yes.” 
“I, um, I...” 
The woman’s eyes widened and Annie saw flecks of green in the brown. “Wait, you were expecting a man?” 
For the third time, Annie nodded. 
Robin frowned. “But, well, you chose me from a website, didn’t you? That’s where the appointment email came from. Surely...” 
“I didn’t look,” Annie said, her breath starting to come back to her and a flush traveling up her skin. “I couldn’t look. I just... My friend brought up the list of names and I just chose one that spoke to me.” 
For a second there was complete silence and then Robin started to laugh. She laughed so hard that she had to grab a napkin. And eventually, the laugh was so contagious, the situation was so ridiculous, that even Annie started to giggle a little. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Robin said, dabbing at her eyes with the napkin. “I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to laugh at you. I just...” She went off into more peals of laughter. “Oh my days,” she said finally, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry.” 
“No, I’m sorry,” Annie said now. “I really should have checked. I had no idea that, um, well that there were people like you. It honestly never crossed my mind.” 
“People like me?” Robin asked, stirring her coffee. “Meaning?” 
“Um, escorts?” The word came out as a question and Annie hated herself for it. She wasn’t judging this woman’s choice of profession. “I mean escorts, um female escorts that have female, um, customers.” 
“We definitely exist,” Robin said and her smile was a little smaller. 
“Oh God, no, I didn’t mean to offend. Jesus, my best friend is lesbian and...” Annie shut her mouth firmly and took a breath trying to calm herself. “And I’ve just become one of those horrible straight people that has to protest that they have gay friends. Fuck.” 
Robin grinned at the curse. “Don’t worry about it. I’m guessing you’re probably not feeling quite yourself right now. A bit in shock maybe?” 
Annie found herself grinning back. “Just a bit. This was all hard enough, I mean I’ve never done it before. Hired an escort, I mean. And I’ve been worried about it and going back and forth and everything and then...” 
“And then you end up with Juliet rather than Romeo,” finished Robin. 
“Yep.” Annie recovered herself enough to take a drink of her coffee. Only then did she realize that perhaps she was holding things up here. “Jeez, I don’t want to waste your time or anything. If you need to go then I totally understand, I—” 
“Nah, I’ve already got a coffee,” Robin said with a pleasant smile. “Besides, you’ve had a shock. It wouldn’t be kind to leave you.” 
She raised an eyebrow and shot Annie a look that gave her a funny feeling in her stomach. Jesus, she could see why this woman was so good at her job.