Was there a bubble hovering over my head with all my inner thoughts?
"It's only natural to be worried about the man's looks, so no, I'm not a mind reader," she shook her head and laughed.
"Would you have done this?" I asked, glancing at them both in the mirror.
"Yes!" they shouted in unison, making the three of us laugh.
"It is easy money. You don't even have to move your hips, if you don't want to," Carol said.
"No one wants a lame fu… no one wants lame sex," I replied.
"So?" she shrugged. "I do believe that nowhere in the contract does it saygive him the best sex of his life." Carol looked at Lisa for confirmation. Lisa shook her head.
"No. It doesn't;however, I've seen the clients' photos," she said, fanning herself with her clipboard. "I'd definitely want to move."
"Oh?" I asked with my interest piqued.
"Oh, yes," she grinned. "I don't think you'll have any complaints, look wise."
"Do they show pictures of their dicks? Like how big they are?" Carol asked, making me choke on air. I was thankful I hadn't been sipping on my water or I would have spit it everywhere.
"Carol?" Lisa groaned.
"What? What's wrong with wanting to know their sizes?"
"Anyway, Giselle," Lisa looked at me in the mirror. "It is just one night. You'll do great and then all your problems will be taken care of. All of them."
I felt like her last few words hit their mark. She was talking about my mother. Not that my mother was a problem but money definitely would be taken care of by me going through with this. Or so I hoped.
Chapter Four
Kian
"What the fuck am I doing?" I asked, staring at myself in the mirror.
Geoff had left out some important details during our talk the other day on the phone. The virgin wasn't for keeps. She was only for a night. I had felt on the spot when I was doing the paperwork with Madame Lilith watching over me as I read the contract. Every bell and whistle was sounding off, telling me I was a mad man to be willing to spend a shit ton of money on a woman, who I didn't get to keep.
"If you end up having a shit time, I'll reimburse you," Geoff said, standing in the doorway.
"Right," I rolled my eyes.
"Swear to God," he held up two fingers. "If you end up miserable in the morning, I'll reimburse you for whatever money you spent."
"What if I bet a million dollars?" I smirked. Geoff shrugged nonchalantly.
Rich people. Always thinking they can toss their money around.
"We make a million easily so yeah, I’ll reimburse a million if need be…However, I know you're going to get some sexy bitch, who you're going to fuck the shit out of and end up a new man."
"You're fucking weird. You know that right?" I chuckled.
"Dude," he rolled his eyes. "I've been waiting an eternity for you to do something taboo. You're alwaysMr. Fucking-Goody-Good."
"Just because I don't pay for sex doesn't mean I'm not a goody good."
"You're damn near a fucking saint, Kian. The fucking Pope calls you for advise."
"Shut the fuck up!" I busted out laughing, while Geoff grinned ear-to-ear. “Just because I don’t advertise every time I get my dick wet doesnotmake me a saint.”
