Page 29 of Sinful Secrets

A smile grows on my face as I answer my phone. “I was just thinking about you.”

Her small laugh comes through the phone, sounding like the most pleasurable melody I’ve ever heard. “They were dirty thoughts, weren’t they?”

“They always are.” I tease.

Several guys watch me with wide eyes. I roll my eyes and flip them off.

It’s like the fuckershaven’t ever seen someone have a personal conversation.

They gave Rhett hell for it, too.

“So, what’s going on?”

Hopefully nothing too serious as I’m across the country right now.

“I sold everything this weekend.”

My eyes widen as I lower my voice. “What? That’s amazing.”

How did she sell everything in less than three days? Most guys take weeks to months to sell it all.

She sounds excited, like she’s literally jumping for joy. “Yeah, and I sold it for a lot more than the twenty thousand you said to sell it for.”

I turn away from the guys and whisper, “How much more?”

She whispers back, “I have twenty-five thousand dollars in the black bag right now. People here will pay top dollar for it. I think I can make even more profit if I target the right clientele.”

“Keep the extra five thousand dollars as well as my eight thousand.”

“I get to keep thirteen thousand dollars?”

I chuckle. “Of course you can keep it. You earned it. So this might be intrusive, but why do you need the cash?”

“To be completely honest, I lost my scholarship. I found out the day we talked in the museum.”

I interrupt her story. “How do you lose a scholarship after the semester already starts?”

Turning around to lean against the wall, I glance around at the full locker room. Several conversations are going on at once, but Joey and Rhett glance toward me, looking worried.

“I don’t know. Financial aid told me the alumnus in charge of the scholarship gave the scholarship to another student. I was supposed to have it for all four years of school. That’s one of the reasons I moved here and not New York.”

She lets out a sigh and continues.

“I have to pay the first quarter payment of fourteen thousand five-hundred dollars by the end of the month. Thanks to this weekend, I’m almost there, but I’m a long way off of having the fifty-eight thousand I need for the year.”

I could make a phone call and make her debt go away, but would she think I’m overstepping? I could make the financial aid office tell her the scholarship is back on.

Another idea pops into my head. “Do you still have the original document from when you were given the scholarship?”

“Uh, probably. It’s probably in the box under my bed.”

“Find it before I get back home tonight. If you were promised four years of a fully paid scholarship, then you are entitled to it. If you can find the document, I’ll make sure your tuition is paid for.”

If not, I’ll still make sure it’s paid. I don’t want her stressing over money. Not when I make millions of dollars a year and barely spend a fraction of it.

We say our goodbyes and I send Arturo a quick text.

The red-headed dancer at the club is done dancing for the weekend. The customers love her and want to see her more.

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