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him.
    By the time we finished eating, I had a brilliant idea. My father wouldn't like it, of course, but I didn't care. I had made up my mind by the time the waiter brought us the bill.
    “I think I can help you,” I said.
    “You're going to buy me some drugs after all?”
    “No, I can't do that for you, but I can help. I have a guest house that no one's using right now...”
    “Oh, I see. You want me to be your Kato.”
    “What? No.” He’s witty , I thought. “But I can help you get back on your feet. Promise me you'll not use drugs in the house, but you can stay as long as you need.”
    My naivety about heroin showed.
    “I can do that. Thanks. A place to crash would be nice.”
    “I have connections too. We can get you cleaned up and maybe find you some security work or something.”
    “Fuck guns.”
    “Excuse me?” I wasn't accustomed to someone using such language in front of me.
    “I said fuck guns. I will never pick one up again, and I don't think anyone wants that kind of security guard.”
    “We'll see. The point is I want to help you.”
    “Why?” He stared into my eyes.
    “Because I can.”
    “That's bullshit,” he snapped. “But whatever. I accept your offer. I got nothing to lose.”
    After I retrieved my credit card, I told Jackson to put the rest of the bill on my tab. Instead of having the stinky man in my car, I called Edward and told him to give him a ride.
    “You stay here and I'll send someone for you,” I said.
    “Sure. Sounds great.” He rolled his eyes.
    “What?”
    “I know you’re lying, lady. There’s no way you’re going to actually help me out, but it’s okay. Really.”
    I shook my head. “You don’t know me.”
    “No, but I know women like you,” he said.
    “Whatever. My driver will be here in about half an hour. Be here or not. It’s your call.”
    I walked away, peeved at him for doubting my sincerity. Once in my car, I called Edward and told him to pick up the man.
    “Are you sure, ma’am?” he asked.
    “Yes, Edward. And don’t tell my parents, okay?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Great. Call me when you get back.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    The drive back to my house went by quickly. All I could think about was the man. Knowing more about him changed nothing, of course, but it was interesting. I waited in the downstairs kitchen for the call from Edward.
    While it was a bit early, I treated myself to a glass of nice red wine. Half the bottle later, my phone rang. Edward let me know they had arrived. I left the bottle on the island in the center of the kitchen and headed outside to greet them.
    I smiled as the Rolls Royce pulled in the driveway. Maybe it was the wine, but I was satisfied with myself. You’re a good woman, I thought as the car stopped. The front door opened, and Jack got out of the car, looking around.
    “Nice place,” he said.
    “Thanks. This is my house, which you are not to enter. You'll be in the guest house out back.”
    I gave him a tour of the small house and reminded him of the agreement.
    “You're not going to do any more drugs, right?”
    “No, Miss.” His gaze darted around the room.
    I did not understand how stupid making him agree to such a proposition was.
    “Good. I'll leave you to get settled. Maybe we can have dinner later tonight. Feel free to take a shower.”
    “I get it. I smell. Thanks.”
    He took off his shirt in front of me. I watched a moment, seeing his muscular chest and abdomen, before I turned and walked out of the guest house. Those abs! I thought as I went back to the main house. He was a dirty man, a druggie, but he had a nice body.
    Is it because of his time in the military? I wondered.
    I rushed upstairs to the third floor for some alone time. Once in my bedroom, I stripped off all my clothes and climbed on the bed. As I laid on my back, I gently ran my fingers over my bare stomach.
    Slowly, I moved them higher, my long, thin fingers caressing my breasts, teasing them. I avoided touching my nipples,