Page 75 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"Isabel." I frown. "You're joking, right?"

"Uh-oh, are you getting a little bit jealous?"

"No. Why would I be jealous?"

"Because you don't want me giving your man a lap dance."

"He's not my man," I say. I pause as I hear my phone pinging. "Hold on. I just got a message." I open my texts and freeze. "It's Ethan and he says he's 15 minutes away.”

“Shit.”

"Oh my gosh. I'm about to hyperventilate, Isabel," I groan. "He's going to be here in 15 minutes."

"Well, is everything ready?"

"I mean, my place is as clean as it's going to be. The pole is up. I just need to shave my legs one more time."

"What do you mean you need to shave your legs one more time?"

"Well, I shaved yesterday, but you know hair grows in quickly and I don't want to be upside down and hairs poking out where they shouldn't be."

"Oh my gosh, Sarah," she laughs. "You really are a hot mess, aren't you?"

"Thank you. That makes me feel amazing."

"You've got this. Trust me, he's most probably not even going to be paying attention to your dancing because he's going to be looking at you and you're going to be looking so hot. He's just going to want you."

"Well, he knows that he's going to be hands off because..."

"Because what," she asks.

"Because he's not coming over to bang me."

"Okay, good luck with that."

"What? I'm serious."

"I know you're serious, but the other day you were telling me you never wanted to see him again and he was a jackass, and now he's coming over to your place so you can do some sort of pole dance for him? Like, girl, what is going on?"

"20 grand is what's going on, and he said he's going to bring cash."

"Ooh, 20 grand in cash sounds like a pretty cool thing." She pauses. "If you get it, will you show me?"

"Will I show you what? The pole dance?"

"No." She makes a vomiting sound. "I don't want to see you pole dancing, but I do want to see 20 grand in cash."

"Fine," I say. "When I get it, I will show you. Anyway, I got to go. I'll speak to you later."

“Okay. Good luck, I love you..”

I hang up the phone and quickly rush to the bathroom so I can do a dry shave. I take a deep breath and then put on the outfit I'd had planned. It was a leotard from my tap dancing days and it was slightly too tight. I grab a tutu and wrap it around my waist. If I'm going to be hanging upside down, I do not want my vagina lips hanging out for any reason.

The doorbell rings and I freeze. It's only been 10 minutes. I take a deep breath and head towards the door. Ethan is standing there with a cocky smirk on his face. I stare into his blue eyes.

"You're early," I say.

"Well, much better than being late." He pushes past me and walks into the apartment. "So are you ready to earn that money?" He holds up his briefcase and I just stare at him as I close the door.

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