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“Come on.” I smile up at him. “Even you know that this is a good idea.”

“Fine.” He sighs.

“Fine what?”

“We have a deal.”

Chapter 9

Blake

I drag my heavy eyelids open and inhale deeply. I glance around my hotel room.

Ahh, a morning without a hangover.

Nice . . .

I lie for a moment in the silence, and then I remember something from last night. I reach over and grab my phone and log in to Foot Finder.

STICKY SITUATION IMAGE

IMAGES SOLD: 32 $22.00

VIDEO REQUESTS: 16 $250.00

I blink and try to focus my eyes. Huh?

What does that mean?

I rub my eyes. Wait a minute—am I seeing this right?

I sit up and really focus.

STICKY SITUATION IMAGE

IMAGES SOLD: 32 $22.00

VIDEO REQUESTS: 16 $250.00

Wait, what?

I’m reading this right, aren’t I? I open the calculator on my phone. Seven hundred and four dollars. My eyes widen. What the fuck? And if I edit the video to make sure no faces are in it and let those sick fucks buy it, that’s ... I do the math again. Four thousand dollars.

I spring out of bed. What the ...

I immediately dial Rebecca’s number.

The number you have called is unavailable.

Damn it. Why doesn’t she ever charge her stupid phone? I glance at my suit pants. I still have her key in my pocket from yesterday, when she had nowhere to carry it. I’m going to surprise her.

I grab my phone and both keys and walk out into the corridor. I swipe the key on her door and walk in. The room is freezing cold, and she’s sleeping like a baby.

Why is it so cold in here?

I sit on the side of the bed and watch her for a moment. Her long dark hair is splayed across her pillow, and her angelic face is clear of makeup.

So beautiful.

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