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He’d already admitted, basically, to being attracted to me…

“I want you to take my virginity.”

CHAPTER7

DAWSON

“What?” I sputtered.

I had to have misheard her.

This woman? There was no way…and if she was, was she out of her damn mind?

She swallowed thickly. “Up until two months ago, I was engaged to a guy I started dating when we were twenty. We’d both been…inexperienced…and he wanted us to wait until we were married.”

I gaped at her. Pretty sure my mouth moved and no words came out. A virgin? Her? This fucking sexy bombshell with legs for days and a seductive little smile and the perfect throaty laugh and singsong voice was a virgin?

“How old are you?” Probably not the question I should have asked based on her grimace.

Oops.

“Twenty-four.”

“You dated someone for four years and never had sex with them?”

“Yeah, well.” She dipped her chin, so I lost her face except for the fan of her long, thick eyelashes as they fluttered. She fidgeted with her silverware. Lined them up. Anything to not look at me, and when she finally lifted her head, there was a wet sheen in her eyes.

“I’m the only one of the two of us, considering he ran off with my bridesmaid, and since, I’ve found he wasn’t exactly the faithful kind of type.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No.” She sniffed and drained her wine. It was only her second glass. Probably enough. But hell, this had to be more difficult than what I shared. If she needed to get drunk to get through it, who was I to stop her?

“Anyway, so yeah. That’s why Meredith told me I’d be perfect for you. I want something short-term. Or, at least, she wants something short-term for me.”

“What do you mean, she wants that for you?”

“Oh.” A nervous giggle. Another fiddle with silverware. Her tells were as easy to read as any rookie opponent. “She and I are friends. I’m not, exactly, a client of hers. And she and my other two friends dared me to let her find someone for me, so we made a list…”

Well, this was getting amusing. I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. “A list?”

“Yeah. And funnily enough, you waltzed into her office the very next week.”

A list.

“What exactly was on your list, Hailey?”

She waved her hand in a circle toward me. Cheeks turning pink, she still grinned when she said, “Well, you…all of that muscle and tattoo and piercing and…so yeah…that’s why I’m here.”

To fuck me.

Have a little fun with a guy who wouldn’t break her heart.

There was only one problem with that, and I’d never been quite so pissed to be used for my body as I was then. “I was very clear in telling Meredith sex was off the table. I wasn’t paying a woman to give me her orgasms.”

Her lips parted in surprise and then pressed together. “Pay?”

“Yeah. I told Meredith I’d pay someone. Six months. Six figures. Figured that’d be worth the hassle and the time required.”

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