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She slaps my arm. "If you don't tell him to take you to the best hotel you've ever seen in your life."
I laugh, some of the tension releasing, knowing I'm not the only person who would even consider something this crazy.
I take a deep breath. "He gave me his card, told me to text him by tonight if I accept his offer."
"Oh, so not hypothetical. Shocker." She smiles. "What does he want exactly?"
"Every Saturday, for three months."
"And you haven't texted him yet because?"
"Come on, Lexa. You can admit this sounds crazy as hell."
"Hell yeah, it does, but it's also what you need right now. So take it, and don't you dare feel a bit of shame or guilt for it. Like I said, enjoy it. The money, him, the hotels. Enjoy it all. Quit this fucking job, fuck that man's brains out, and make sure everyone in the rooms around yours knows you are having a hell of a time."
I throw my head back with laughter. "That's an interesting way to put it."
"Seriously. Way I see it, this is your chance to do whatever you want to in those hotel rooms too. Well, unless he ties you up or something."
I groan. "Definitely not helping, Lexa."
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it. But, assuming you can do what you want in there as well, this is the time to let your freak flag fly without worrying about any judgment. You can do whatever with this guy, and at the end of the three months, you'll never see him again. Unless, of course, you guys end up going with my preferred option, and he Pretty Woman's you and sweeps you off your feet at the end of your time together. Either way, it's a win-win for you."
"I swear, only you could make a man offering you $300,000 to sleep with him once a week sound like something out of a romance book."
"Three hundred..." she begins to exclaim.
"Shhh, Lexa."
"What the hell are you waiting for?" she loudly whispers. "Text him."
"I still need to think about it some more. I don't really know what I'd be getting myself into if I set foot in a hotel room with him."
She grins. "But God, don't you want to find out?"
"Yeah." I admit.
"Have you told Char?"
I shake my head. "She'll feel like her illness is forcing me into saying yes."
"Is it?"
"That's a loaded question. Would I even be considering this if it weren't for me needing the money, I have no idea. But of course, the majority of my decision-making process right now is knowing I need that money."
"And the other part?"
"That man is a type of sexy I've never experienced before. And even before he offered money, I was picturing some... hot and heavy things in my mind."
"Yes. That's what I'm talking about." She laughs. "Now text him. I gotta take this order to my table, but I expect to see you with that phone in your hand when I come back."
"Haven't decided yet, " I say at her retreating form.
"Yes, you have!" she shouts back.
I really haven't decided, though. It's so much to consider. No matter how much I need the money, can I really go to a hotel room with Law, basically put myself in his hands, to let him do whatever he likes with me? I don't know. And if I'm being honest, it scares me how much I want to find out.
I'm jolted out of my thoughts about hotel rooms, sex, and money, by a busboy waving his hand in front of my face.
