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A moment later, my phone vibrates again. I look at it, expecting to see another text from Law, but instead I see a deposit alert from my banking app. How the hell could I have forgotten to check that immediately after the text from him? It’s the reason I'm even doing all of this. Or, I can admit it's most of the reason after my talk with Lexa. Because yeah, another, small part of me, the part right between my thighs, wants to explore what doing whatever he wants feels like.
I open the app and my eyes damn near pop out of my head when I see a deposit for $30,000 pending. It’s the amount he told mehe'd put in my account, but actually seeing it there, waiting to be spent to solve so many problems, has my hand going to my mouth, muffling the small sound of disbelief that comes from it.
Then I'm whooping, jumping up and down, probably looking like a real lunatic to anyone walking down the street. But I don't care. I turn around and put my middle finger up toward the diner, even though John can't see me. I get into my car and sit there for a moment, letting the situation really sink in. I've texted him. The room is booked. $30,000 is sitting in my account. This is really happening. Even knowing all of this, I still can't believe it. Maybe it won't truly feel real until I'm in the room, looking at Law, those gray eyes staring back at me, waiting for me to yield to his every demand.
After a few minutes, and saving Law's name in my contacts, I finally start the car and begin the ride home. I look at my phone every few minutes, wondering if I'll get another text from him, with more instructions, more commands, but by the time I reach my house, I accept that just those few words he sent me will be all I'm getting from him tonight.
But tomorrow... At this same time tomorrow, I'll be in a room at The Lincoln, face to face with Law, his hands on me, his mouth on me, him inside of me. I don't really know a single thing that will happen in that hotel room tomorrow, but my mind supplies me with plenty of possibilities. Us in various stages of undress, in different positions, my mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure I can only hope for at this point.
So many unknowns, but one thing is sure. In less than twenty-four hours, I'll know if I made the best or worst decision of my life.
Chapter 3
"Ha! Uno!" I exclaim.
"Now I'm sure you're cheating." Charlotte groans. "You're probably not even shuffling the cards."
I snicker. "Thirty years old and still such a sore loser. Now play your card so I can beat you, for the third time."
She narrows her eyes at her hand of cards, then looks at me over them. I wiggle my brows at her before her mouth curves up into a grin. "Take that."
She puts down a wild card.
"Okay. What's the color?"
"Gre... no. Yellow."
I shout, putting my yellow card at the top of the stack of cards. "I win! I'd like to thank all the little people I had to step over on my way to victory. Your pain was not in vain."
"I cannot stand you."
"Aww, you love me."
I take all the cards and put them back in the box, ending Charlotte’s misery.
"What time is it?" I murmur, more to myself than Charlotte as I look for where I put my phone.
"This is the third time you’ve asked me that." She arches a brow. "Is there somewhere you need to be tonight? I know damn well you can't be anxious to get to the diner."
I haven't told her I quit last night, and told Lexa not to say anything to her either. Telling her would only make her panic, especially when I can't give her answers as to why I was ableto quit. She would have a lot more questions than I can answer right now. Even when I tell her about paying for the surgery, I’ll have to figure out how to explain all of it. Without telling the truth.
"I have a date." I settle on saying.
It is a date, of sorts. Just unlike any date I've ever been on. No dinner, no small talk to get to know one another, no timid kisses, trying to gauge if the other person wants it as much as you. We are skipping all of that. I have no idea if he will kiss me at all, touch me at all. Or just tell me to get on the bed and spread my legs for him.
"A date?" Charlotte's eyes light up. "How could you sit here all day and not tell me that?"
Because I didn't really plan to tell you at all,I say in my mind. Not telling her feels bad enough, but now I'm just flat-out lying. I swallow the guilt filling me.
"I'm pretty nervous about it," I tell her. "I haven't been on date in what... three years?"
"Ugh, as if that asshat counted. If I remember correctly, he honked for you to come out, asked you to pay for everything you ordered at that cheap ass restaurant, and then sped to get you home once he realized he wasn’t getting you into bed, or wait, his backseat."
"Don't even remind me of him."
"Well, I hope this date is a hundred times better than that one."
I almost chuckle because... I mean, really. While my date from a few years ago did all the wrong things and somehow still expected me to sleep with him, my date tonight is very much expecting sex, without doing anything at all. Well, other than paying me.
