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Although I had nothing to hide, the idea made me nervous. It just felt sointrusive. But I understood the need for it.

Macy continued, “We have quite a few ways we keep you safe. For starters, you’ll wear a biometric bracelet from the moment you leave your house until you arrive back home and have checked in with our staff. This will be monitored remotely, but it has GPS tracking.

“Your safe wordinstantlyends any scenario, and you’ll create a list of boundaries the purchasers will be made aware of before they even bid on your date.”

I nodded and swallowed hard. The whole thing felt surreal. Here this beautiful, professional woman was explaining ways I’d be kept safeonce I sold myself.

Although, I had to admit, their precautions made me a lot more comfortable with the idea of going through with this.

“That’s good to know,” I said in a quiet voice.

“So, you need to decide what you’re offering.”

I cocked my head in confusion. I thought it was obvious.

“Other than what kind of sex you’re willing to do and your hard limits, you’ll need to decide the length of the contract. Are you good with spending the night with your buyer? Do you want to share meals? That kind of thing.”

Uhhhh.

I must have had a deer-in-the-headlights look on my face because her tone softened.

“Here’s a few pointers: the more you’re willing to do in the bedroom, the higher the bid is going to be. The longer the contract term, the higher the bid will be.”

“How long are we talking?”

She shrugged. “I’ve seen women offer nothing more than a night, while the highest bid we’ve ever had came from someone who committed to a month.”

I liked the idea of a higher price.

“But what if I’m only available Friday through Sunday?”

“Then offer a month—or however long you want—of weekends.”

Was it really that simple?

It must have been, because after Macy assisted me in designing a package that would help mesell myself for the highest price,I walked out the door so I could be on time for my shift at Club Allure.

Hopefully Rico meant what he’d said and would understand that I’d changed my mind.

Although, I was basically doing the same thing as I’d do in the Champagne Room, at least I’d get paid better. And it’d only be for a month.

Chapter Six

Vivian

There was a knock on my apartment door just as I finished toweling off my wet hair.

I pulled my threadbare, pink terrycloth robe tighter around me, then shuffled over in my matching pink, fuzzy slippers to look through the peephole. I saw Kit standing in the hallway, so I quickly opened the door to find her holding a takeout bag in one hand and an iced coffee in the other.

She greeted me with, “You looked like you were about to throw up last time I saw you. I figured you’d have a better shot atnotdoing that if you had something in your stomach,” then shoved the bag into my hands.

“Is this—?”

“Chicken shawarma plate. Rice, extra hummus. You’re welcome.” She breezed past me like she lived there. “And before you ask, yes, it’s from the good place. I wouldn’t cheap out on you at a time like this.”

I followed her inside and set the food on the counter.

“You didn’t have to—”

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