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"I'm freaking out here."
"Do you need a savior?"
"No!" I laugh. "I need to remind myself that this was my choice and that I don't need a savior. Or anyone's approval.”
So Suri talks me down, and she tells me about Cross—he opened his eyes again!—and when I get off the phone with her, there's a knock at my door and it's Marie V. She's wearing a pink robe and holding a small bag of lotions and perfumes.
"Are you nervous?" she asks.
"Um, hell yeah."
"Let me tell you something: They won't be expecting much. Every man knows virgins are kind of clueless. As long as your hymen is still intact, the guy will have a great time."
I scrunch my face up. "Um, thanks?"
She laughs, and surprises me by leaning in for a hug. "I enjoyed hanging out with you, Scarlett. I hope you have a great night."
"Thank you. I'm glad I met you, too."
"Any chance we might see you again?"
"I don't think so. I think if I do end up leaving the ranch to do the deed—"
"You probably will."
"You think?" I ask, wide-eyed.
"Just a guess."
My belly bats do a simultaneous dive. "Well if I do, I'll be picked up by a driver in my car, and I'll go home I guess."
"We're going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss this place, too."
I put the things that Marie V. gave me in my toiletries bag and answer the door again when a man named Max comes to do my hair. While he's using some super-powered hair dryer on me, Brenda comes in. She tells me how good I look and offers me a small, black box of condoms.
“The man should know to have his own, but just in case.”
“Thank you.” I say goodbye to her, thanking her for my better-than-ever calves and biceps, and when the room is empty, I start zipping my bags. If I stay here to do the deed, I'll have to get my things out of them, but if I go, someone else will collect them for me, so I'll be glad they're packed. As I'm zipping my largest suitcase, there's another knock on my door.
I open it hesitantly, trying not to mess up my pretty hair, but it's all for naught: Juniper and Loveless throw their arms around me, and the last thing I care about is my hair.
"We came to help you dress!" Juniper says.
I don't think I've ever laughed so much in such a short period of time. My nerves nearly disappear, and I know I'll be forever grateful to them.
At nine-thirty, the girls walk with me to the showroom, where a huge king-sized bed is set up, all the bedding red to match my bra and panties. I lie out and they help pose me, spraying yummy scents in the air and lighting candles.
"You're beautiful," they tell me.
I thank them for their help, and they leave one at a time, each with a final word of encouragement. Juniper is last. “I remember my first time. Believe it or not,” she laughs. “It’s scary, and then it’s over. You’ll be fine.”
I have about two seconds to myself, just enough time for my heartbeat to take off, when the door opens, and Marchant strides in. "Hi there, Scarlett DeVille."
My heart stops. I stare at his smiling face, and the only thing I can say is, “Uh…you know my name?”
He nods. “Don’t worry, though. Our secret.”
