Page 42 of Second Go-Round

“If you need more proof,” she continued, “Christine hasn’t gone out with anyone else since meeting you, and she’s not the type to sit at home on weekends let alone five in a row.”

Fuck. Me.

I scrubbed a hand over my face, refusing to acknowledge the hope that swelled inside my chest. “Goddamnit,” I muttered to myself.

“So, are you as interested as she told me your eyes claimed after that slow, torturous fuck in her bed, or was that just part of the job of satisfying a client?”

“Women talk too much,” I grumbled, slumping an elbow onto my knee. Just the memory of the connection between us in that moment made every muscle in my body weak as fuck. Desperate as hell.

“We absolutely do. So, are you?”

“What else did Christine say?” I asked rather than answering Jessie, staring at my closed blinds and the line of sunlight peeking through either side.

“She said you gave her that look, one that made her heart stop and then flood with a feeling she’s never experienced before.”

“Those were her exact words?” I asked, my damn smile stretching even though I didn’t want it to.

“Close enough.”

“Shit.” The woman was simply scared shitless—same as me. I could work with that.

“So will you do it?” Jessie asked.

“Elite will have to charge you,” I stated since simply showing up at Christine’s wouldn’t help sway her my way. If I’d been hired, however…she was too damn loyal to waste her friend’s money.

Jessie sighed as though she’d been hoping I’d offer to do her friend for free. “Fine, but on the day you move in together, I want a refund.”

I chuckled, hoping to get to that point but highly doubting it considering Christine’s stubbornness. “Deal,” I agreed. “What did you have in mind?”

“She told me that she confessed her number one fantasy to you.”

A grin curled my lip upward. “She’s got an exhibitionist streak.”

“If I was a nicer friend, I’d offer Reid’s eyes for the evening, but that man is mine.”

I chuckled. “He wouldn’t agree to it anyway. He is all yours.”

“Think you can find a willing participant to sit in a dark corner and watch the two of you?”

Just the idea of how turned on Christine would be turned on by a peeping Tom got my blood heading southward. “On a Wednesday night? Absolutely.”

“Perfect. So, who do I need to contact to set this in motion?”

I pushed up off the bed and headed for the kitchen and a bottle of water, rattling off Dina’s direct phone number. “One last add-on to our little agreement—if all I get out of this is a broken heart, you pay me double.”

“You got it,” Jessie answered without hesitation.

I huffed an incredulous chuckle. “You’re convinced she won’t kick me out of heaven, aren’t you?”

“She swallowed the hook along with whatever you baited her with. All you need to do is reel her in.”

I grabbed a cold bottle of water from my fridge. “Enjoy fishing, do you?”

“No, but the lure fits.”

I outright laughed.

A few seconds later, I crawled back into bed, hopeful and wary all at once. I hadn’t agreed to fuck any clients for Elite in the weeks since I’d met Christine. Three times I’d acted as eye candy, but Micah had started to give me shit about needing to hire a replacement for my dick.

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