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"Oh, you're not going to take us to The Plaza?" She smiles at me sweetly.
"I'd be more than happy to take you to The Plaza," I say dryly. "I can get two rooms, one for us and one for them."
"No, that's fine. Thank you." She clears her throat. I smirk at her and my eyes seem to find her long legs. Fuck. I want to feel them wrapped around me. I need to get my mind out of the gutter. She's bad news. Even though she's not a single mom, that still doesn't mean she's someone I want to get involved with. She’s just a one-night stand that just happens to keep reappearing in my life.
She gives the driver the address and then focuses her attention on her niece and nephew. "We can't get milkshakes. It's too late, and you’ve had so much candy tonight, but when we get home, I'll make you some hot chocolate. Okay?"
"Thank you, Aunty Zara," the little girl says and yawns. "I'm tired."
"I know," she says, patting the girl on the head. She gives her a loving smile. "And you should really be in bed. I'm sorry that I made you guys come out with me tonight."
"It's okay." The little girl leans on Zara’s shoulder and closes her eyes.
The little boy focuses on me, and I wonder if he's thinking of another way to try to splash me with something again. "You're the same guy who told my aunt that she wasn't going to get the job."
"I guess I am," I say.
"You're mean."
"I think your aunt thinks the same thing," I say with a laugh.
Zara looks up at me then and smiles as she hugs the boy. I turn back around and look out the front window at the road ahead. There's an uncomfortable silence in the car as we drive. I want to ask her more personal questions, but I know I can't in front of the kids.
I hear the sound of paper rustling, and I peer into the rearview mirror. I can see that she's counting a stack of cash, and I let my curiosity get the better of me. "What's that?" I ask her.
"The money I made," she says, sighing. "Well, the money that they gave me for tonight. I didn't last very long, so I didn't get the full fifteen hundred dollars."
"Fifteen hundred dollars. For doing what?"
"For dancing and serving drinks, I guess," she says, blushing.
"And for sleeping with men?" I ask her. She glares at me and averts her eyes to her nephew.
"Sorry," I say. "I forgot."
"Uh-huh," she says, "And no, obviously, I wasn't going to sleep with anyone for money. I'm not that sort of woman."
"I didn't think you were, so why did you think you'd get fifteen hundred dollars?"
"Because that's what they said. That's the only reason I came out tonight. It's not like I was going to do this job forever. It's not like it's my dream. And I truly had no idea what the job entailed until I got there. At that point, I was already there with the kids, so I figured I’d stick it out for the night."
I stare at her for a couple of moments. "How much did you make?"
"Three hundred and forty dollars," she says, giving me a wry smile. "Better than nothing, I suppose."
"Are you wishing that you accepted the offer?" I wonder if she'll be honest with her answer or if she'll say something that makes me think less of her.
"Are you wondering if I was going to give him the item he wanted for ten grand?"
"Yeah," I say, looking down at her skirt, wondering if her panties are still wet, wondering if she'd accept money from me for them. Not that I would pay for her panties. I’m not a creep.
"No," she says, shaking her head. "Did it cross my mind for a couple of seconds that it was an amazing deal? Of course. I'm not stupid, but I don't know that I could wake up tomorrow morning and not feel slightly disgusted with myself."
"It's not like you would have done anything with him for the money. You would just have given him something."
"He wanted me to put them in his mouth and tell him he was a bad boy." She shudders.
"Would you put them in my mouth?" I ask her, and there's silence between us for a few seconds. I can't see her face very well, but I'm almost positive that she's blushing, and I'm almost positive that I'm growing harder and harder the more we talk.
