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brooding. We weren’t close enough for long for me to get a good look. Plus, I was too nervous to stare.”
    “Sounds dreamy, but screw his eyes.” Stacey’s brows pinch. “What about the size of the bulge in his crotch?” She grabs my hand. “What about his body?”
    “Never noticed his crotch, thanks. But he’s super tall and lean. I imagine he’s all muscles under the Italian suit he wore.”
    “And his mouth? Is he kissable?”
    “Hell yeah. His lips are the softest part of him, like two pink cushions in a diamond sculpture.”
    “What? So his face is supposed to be the diamond sculpture? You’re no poet, Amelia. Sounds like the annoying Twilight guy who everyone got the hots over. I’m still in the wolfs’ corner.”
    “I wanted both,” I snort, recalling my ménage à trois fantasies of nights with a vampire and a werewolf—both demonstrating a delicious blend of dominant consideration. Arousal builds inside me, remembering Bryce’s high cheekbones, strong jawline, and lofty height. In my mind, he’s already naked, beckoning me into his bed.
    “Oh stop. I just mean he has a striking, angular face which encases achingly feminine eyes, and a voluptuous, oh-so-kissable mouth.” I try to explain.
    “You got me, he sounds hot. Scorching hot. So what’s the problem?”
    I imagine him beneath me as I ride him to orgasm...
    “He wants to pay a life-changing sum of money to spend time with you. Sounds to me like you’d go there for free. Hell, so would I. Actually, I could join you. We could go halves in the money.”
    I stop imagining him for a minute and consider Stacey’s justification. “You think I should do it then? Whore myself out like that?”
    “Don’t get bogged down by labels like whore. He’s a gorgeous guy who wants to spend a night with you but without strings presumably, and is not only prepared to pay for dinner, like a normal date, but a whole lot more. It’s not like you’d have to screw a man you don’t fancy. Look at you. You’re already doing it in your head, aren’t you?”
    It’s like she can read my mind, I swear. “How do you do that?”
    “You’re an open book, sweetie. That’s why I love you, but why guys leave footprints on your forehead. And it’s exactly why this offer is a potential lifesaver. Bryce can wipe away your troubles, give you a little loving, and feed your fantasies for a lifetime. Don’t think about it as being a whore just because he’s offering to pay. He is fate’s gift to you, and you deserve it. If you go about this with your eyes open, you can make this work for you. You’re in control here, not him.”
    She actually thinks it’s okay?
    Am I making a big deal out of nothing?
    “I appreciate what you’re saying, but this still feels strange, Stacey. Even dangerous.”
    She holds the card up in front of my face, ready to rip it in two.
    “Best get rid of this then. Don’t want you taking a chance on something incredible if it feels ‘strange’ now, do we? Anyway, I have a shift to get ready for.”
    I’d have to wait tables for a lifetime to earn $100,000.
    “Stop!” I yelp.
    “Oh yes?” Stacey questions with a smile.
    “Don’t rip it, I’ve not made a decision either way yet. But what if he’s a psycho? Seriously, what then?”
    “I say meet him in a neutral location and set something down in writing. I’ll come too if you like. I’ll hide nearby, with a big stick.” We share a smile. “Once a legal contract is drawn, and he knows you have someone waiting for you who expects you to return, he can’t do anything bad to you or else the police get involved...”
    “He said he has a contract for me to sign; ‘To protect my investment,’ he said.”
    “There you go then. He wants you to feel reassured. He knows how women might struggle over this kind of thing. Get his contract; get him to sign it too, and I’ll keep it safe for you. If you don’t get home the next day I’ll call the police and he’s one busted