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She said nothing, but her face looked wistful as she snapped more photos. “Okay, I think that’s enough.”
“Could you send them over? I’m going to take this thing off.”
I walked back to my bedroom, stripped off the dress, and pulled my jeans and t-shirt back on with a sigh of relief before returning to my unfinished profile.
How much do I want?
It was tempting to put $20,000, but that was too crazy, so I clicked on the $5,000 - $10,000 per month tab and described myself as an aspiring writer with a Bachelor’s degree in English. I drew a blank at what else to write that would make me sound appealing.
Aquarius? Adept at juggling? Can make a mean French toast from stale bread?
“I sent them!” Natalie’s voice roared through the door.
Her pounding footsteps grew louder, and I half-lifted from the chair.
She flung open the door. “So, what is this dating site?”
Double crap.
I bit my lip hard.
“What is this?” She leaned over my chair. “Oh my God, is this an escort site? Jessica!”
The way she said my name made me feel like something under her shoe. “It’s a dating website f—for rich men.”
She stared at me as if she’d never seen me before. Natalie’s thin arms crossed her chest as she glowered at me. “It says here that you want five to ten thousand dollars a month. I mean, really, Jessica. What do you think they’ll want in exchange?”
“No,” I said even louder. “That’s not how it works. You go on dates with them and they pay you. It’s an eye-candy thing. I’m not fucking men for money.”
Her eyes shined with pity. I hated that.
“Look, I get it. You’re desperate for money.”
“I don’t think you get it,” I said in a quiet voice. “I have two jobs and they’re still not enough.”
“Then you search for a better job!”
“What do you think I’ve been doing all this time? Eating bonbons? I’ve been applying to every posting on craigslist. The few places that bother to email me back send a letter of rejection. I’m out of options.”
Admitting that tore my heart out of my chest.
Natalie’s face flushed an ugly shade of purple. “You don’t have to do this! I’ll pay for your rent, you can pay me back later.”
“No. I will not keep depending on you. It’s wrong.” I turned back toward the screen.
“You’re not depending on me—”
“Yes, I am Natalie. There’s no need to sugarcoat how much of a leech I am.”
Or how I’ve failed at everything.
“Becoming a prostitute isn’t a solution to your problem.”
My cheeks burned. “I’m not becoming anything. Would you relax? I want to try this.”
“Why couldn’t you try something normal? I mean out of all the jobs out there, you chose this? This is a bad idea, Jess.”
The horrible sound of her screaming rang in my ears.
