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Infused? I had never been asked what kind of water I wanted. It's water.
"Lemon," I said with a small shrug.
I made my way to a small table in the corner and settled into the chair. If I was dressed in my usual homeless attire, I would feel super out of place. Everyone that walked in seemed to have some sort of preppy type of style. I glanced around once more and swallowed down the nervousness. I wondered if I was early or even in the right place. I reached in my purse for my phone, remembering that I had left it in the Jeep. Pushing the water away, I attempted to stand when a woman with steel-colored hair cut in a short bob stopped beside my table.
"Redhead?" she asked.
"Yes." I managed to answer.
The woman's ruby-red-lipped smile visibly faded as she looked me over. A moment of awkward silence passed as she looked through a black leather notebook.
"ID?" Her words were clipped with little emotion.
I handed over my ID with a shaky hand, and she snatched it from my grasp. She scrutinized it and scribbled on the cream colored sheets before sliding it back over to me. Not once did she look at me, and I didn't know if that was a good sign or bad.
Clasping my hands in my lap, I leaned in a little. "Is something wrong?" I asked, my voice coming out mouse-like.
A line appeared between her brows. "I'll be honest with you," she said, closing the binder before locking her icy blue gaze on mine. "It's your size."
My belly became a sinking stone as her words seeped into my ears. I didn't need a billboard with my size and shape reminding me that I was on the curvier side. I knew girls in this business were typically on the smaller side, but I didn't think men would be that picky. Sex was sex at the end of the day.
"Listen, darling." Her tone softening ever so slightly. "I have no issue with large girls."
I almost winced at her words. I hated that term and preferred the word plus size or full-figured.
"But unfortunately, many men don't know what to do with this much woman, if you know what I mean." She waved her hands around before returning them to her lap.
I nodded, blinking hard.
"I think you're charming. But it's not up to me. The clients' tastes are what matter. I'm sorry."
Feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, I stood and slid my arm through the strap of my purse. Fidgeting with my keys, I geared up to thank her for her time when she raised a finger to the air.
"Wait," she said as she locked her gaze on her phone screen.
Unsure of whether to sit or stand, I slowly lowered back into my seat and waited.
"I have a last minute client. He's not one of my regulars, but when he does book he usually spends a lot.”
"You aren't going to give him to one of your more experienced girls?" I asked and then regretted it immediately because I needed this.
"They're all booked out for the weekend, and he asked for a real woman. Not a performer." She returned her gaze to meet mine. "His words, not mine."
"Okay. Thank you."
She handed me a thick business card. "There's a QR code on the back with a link to all the paperwork. Complete it no later than 11:59 tonight. Everything else you need to know will be texted afterward."
I took the card and thanked her again before heading back to my Jeep. Once inside, I leaned back into the torn seat and exhaled the breath I had been holding for the last few seconds. Gripping the steering wheel, I turned the Jeep over, and it sputtered to life. A wave of fear and relief washed over me as I pulled out of the parking space. For the first time in my life, I could honestly say things would get better.
