Page 183 of Dirty Princess

I stop walking and take out my phone.

I send a text.

I hear her phone beep.

She pushes from the building and strips the hood of her hoodie off her head.

She’s got beautiful black, curly hair.

Dark eyes.

A perfect complexion. High, defined cheekbones. A perfect jaw.

She’s stunning.

She’s like a model.

And the way she looks at me…

I almost feel like I know her.

Maybe I’m related to her?

There’s no way though.

We look totally opposite.

“Who are you?”

I swallow hard. “Jaci Ruby.”

“Who gave you my number.”

I open my mouth to spill Cullen’s name.

Wait…

“I can’t say,” I say. “You know why I’m here.”

“Smart,” she says. “Money?”

I nod.

She throws out a price.

I reach into my pocket and stick my hand out.

“I don’t do handshakes,” she says. “I hug.”

We get close to each other and I hug the girl.

I feel her hand slide into my pocket.

I gasp.

“Don’t worry,” she whispers. “I won’t try to take your pants off. That costs extra.”

I step back and she grabs my wrist.

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