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“Her first four orgasms.”
“Only four?” he asks, a smile growing on his face.
I count on my fingertips as the skies open and pour, drenching us as if on cue. “Five.”
“A sign from the heavens that I need to up my game.” He takes my hand. “Besides, I’ve been figuring out my stripper moves all day. Come on.”
We check out of the lodge at crack of dawn the next morning. He drops off the keycards in the lobby while I sit on the porch swing, drinking a cup of thin motel coffee. The countryside has that fresh feel after a rain: a medley of green grass, cut fields, and a new start. My life has changed, even though besides the orgasms, I can’t figure out how or why.
Dylan walks out the lobby door, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. A soothing warmth envelopes my chest like I downed a whiskey infused with honey – only to be pierced by pangs of sadness. I’ve already grown comfortable being around him but the weekend blew by so quickly. Now I’m going to miss him and I’m not sure what to do with this mish mash of feelings. Amelia was right – sex with a client changes everything. “When’s your next game?”
“Tonight. Come with me,” he says impulsively. “Come with me to Nashville.”
“Nashville? Really?”
“Yes. No. Crap,” he says and smacks his forehead with the heel of his hand. “I can’t ask you to do this. I’m a complete, utter asshole. I’m sorry, Evie. I have to cut back on expenses. I love being with you, but, let’s face it. Engaging you through Ma Maison is pricey. God, I hate that I’m in this position.”
“I’m overdue for a few days off. I can take vacation days.”
“You can’t,” he says.
“Why not? I haven’t taken a day off since I started working for Ma Maison a few months back.” Truth -- even though there’s not one scintilla of fine print that guarantees me vacation days or anything else for that matter.
“You don’t have to do this. I’d never want you to do something you’re not comfortable doing. Never want you to get in trouble.”
“I know.” I pull out my phone to text Madame and immediately think better. Plenty of time to tell her about it after she tracks me down. I shove it back in my purse. “Nashville here we come.”
***
11
Nashville
NASHVILLE
We train it back to the city, stopping by my place so I can pack a bag. I sort through my closet while Dylan sprawls on my bed scrolling on his phone. He chews his lower lip and I wonder if he’s having second thoughts. “I don’t have to go, you know.”
“My mind hasn’t changed.” He looks up. “Has yours?”
“No,” I say. “Am I interrupting plans?”
“Nope. I just bought you a plane ticket.” He drops the phone, his gaze taking in my bedroom. “You live simply.”
“Yup,” I say tossing clothing onto my bed.
“I wasn’t sure what to expect,” he says.
“PSF. Poor, simple and frugal,” I open my bureau and take out underwear, bras, camis, a bathing suit just in case. “That’s me.”
“PSF. Pretty, smart, and funny,” he says. “That’s you. I’m assuming you know my background.”
“Which part?”
“Church.”
“You told me about church.” I grab the cross Grandma Berlinger gave me from my jewelry box on top of the bureau and tuck that in my purse.
“Yeah, well there’s more than church,” he says.
