Page 7 of Fake It For Glory

“So, do we have a deal?” he asked. “Are you willing to go undercover? It’s all in the name of journalism.”

It was so far out of my comfort zone. I did everything I could to minimize my feminine curves because I wanted to be taken seriously. Now, Dalton wanted me to use those curves to get a story. I wouldn’t be the first person to use my God-given assets to get what I wanted and I wouldn’t be the last.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” I said. “Only because you’ve been nice to me and you agree not to tell anyone about the story I’m writing.”

He extended his hand. “It’s a deal.”

“Maybe. I think so. I need to look at this place a little closer. I want to make sure I know what I’m getting into.”

“I would never send you into harm’s way,” he said, laughing. “You might even make some quick cash.”

“Is that ethical?” I asked.

“Making money?”

“Making money by lying,” I whispered.

“Consider it a perk,” he said, shrugging. “My main focus is the process. I want to understand how these women are selected. What do they do to get in? How do they make five grand by going out to dinner with a guy?”

“Five grand?” I gasped in total surprise. “Seriously?”

“Five grand is child’s play,” he said, laughing. “From what I’ve uncovered, some of these women make upwards of a hundred grand.”

“No!” My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “For real? What do they do to make that kind of money?”

He flashed a wicked smile. “That’s what you’re going to find out.”