Page 15 of Privileged Love: A BWWM Romance

“We’re opposites. He’s brash and arrogant.”

“And loaded," Charlee adds.

“That’s not important," Hunter adds.

“But for our legendary frog kisser, it is.”

“Charlee damn," I say rolling my eyes.

“You hear that," Charlee says to Hunter. “He has her cussing. If you want my opinion, I say go for it.”

“You don’t meet a guy and marry him. You meet a guy and kiss him. You might meet a guy and sleep with him. Where do people meet and marry the same day?”

“Vegas,” they say in unison.

We share a sisterly glance and all burst into laughter. And I’m the loudest as my side aches.

“For the record, when I say go for it, I’m not saying marry him this second. But is there anything wrong with opening your mind to the possibility?” Charlee says.

“And if we’re opening our minds,” Hunter asks, “what would that look like? I wasn’t looking for love or having babies, but it found me. I don’t want to imagine where I’d be if I’d told Ben no. I wouldn’t have this life. And I love my life.” Her eyes fill with tears. I drop my head on her shoulder.

“What type of precautions should you have in place?” I look at Charlee. She’s the most vocal, but I see where she’s going. “I mean the thought of a man bringing more money to the table doesn’t shield you, but it does mean he’s not a Marcel.”

“I’d hope not," I say. “I think planning his roundtable would help me.”

They share a glance then look in my direction.

“Y’all I’m new to all of this. You two are jumping in with two feet, and I never thought I’d be here. I never even thought about getting a job. I wanted to do charity work and raise a family. But in the few minutes of talking…or yelling, he brought something out of me.”

“Like what?” Hunter leans her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her palm.

“I felt challenged and alive.”

“And aroused.” Charlee wiggles her eyebrows.

“Yeah, that too.” I consider the pros and cons. “I could shadow him for these meetings and pick up on the way he handles clients. And he said he’d grant me three wishes once the round table is complete.”

“Three wishes?” they sing.

“What does that mean?” Hunter asks.

“I don’t know. But I’m thinking a year lease for us, listing Platinum Prestige as a sponsor for his roundtable, and I haven’t thought of the last one.” I chew on the inside of my jaw. This is sounding more promising the more I think about it.

“What if he’s some deranged lunatic?” Hunter asks.

“We’ll call in our resident cowboy, Mr. James Price, of course,” Charlee declares.

I laugh. “He’s known my dad for years.”

“How old is he?”

“I’m not sure. But can’t be more than thirty five.” I guess.

“Whatever you decide you have my full support,” Hunter declares.

“Mine too.” Charlee extends a hand across the table.

I smile pleased to have them in my corner. Then a sensuous tingle runs up my spine. I glance up.

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