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“Course I wouldn’t,” Fen said. “I wasn’t thinking of anything that bad. Maybe…steal something when you knew you wouldn’t get caught?” His heart thumped.
“No to both,” Morgan said. “Stealing is wrong. Full stop.”
“Ditto,” Daniel added.
“No to killing, but not sure about the stealing,” Seth said. “It depends on what it was and from whom and being absolutely certain about not being caught.”
Morgan raised his eyebrows. “Why didn’t I know this about you?”
“What! I have a price. That’s a lot of money when you only earn thirteen pounds fifty an hour.”
Morgan hugged him. “You’ll get your break, have your own designer label, get Fen to model your clothes, and you’ll be earning more than me.”
“You could easily be a model,” Daniel said to Fen.
“I don’t think so.”
He felt Daniel’s leg press against his under the table and Fen moved his away.
“Another scenario,” Fen said quickly before the topic was lost. “If you weren’t going out with Morgan, would you fuck someone for that amount of money?”
“One fuck for eighty thousand?” Seth laughed. “Who? A vampire?”
Morgan patted his hand. “I can’t convince him they don’t exist.”
“Alexander Skarsgård makes me drool.” Seth pretended to drool.
Morgan rolled his eyes. “How many years since he was a vampire?”
“He’s the best.” Seth shrugged.
“I’d do a year of fucks for eighty thousand,” Daniel said. “How much would it be per fuck? Say four times a week, so two hundred and eight times over a year. How many times does that go into eighty thousand.”
“Three hundred and eight-five or thereabouts,” Morgan said.
Double it if it was six months and not a year. Fen had already done the calculation. Around seven hundred and seventy pounds. It was a crazy amount of money.
“Doesn’t sound so much when you say it like that,” Daniel said. “Especially if the guy’s a sex maniac and wants you three times a night. Do the maths on that.”
They all laughed. Even Fen.
“But for Alexander Skarsgård? How could I say no?” Seth whined. “But I would.” He patted Morgan’s cheeks.
When Fen glanced at Morgan, he wasn’t looking at Seth, but at him. Fen’s stomach sank. Had he been sussed?
“Has someone offered you that?” Morgan cocked his head.
“Alexander Skarsgård,” Fen mock-whispered. “Don’t tell Seth.”
“Noooooo,” Seth wailed. “He’s mine. And yes, I know he’s not gay but still…”
“Assuming I was unattached, I’d still like to think I’d say no,” Morgan said. “But I don’t know that I would. It would depend on the man. If he had bad breath or was really old or left his toenail clippings on the bathroom floor…” He glanced at Seth. “I am choosy—despite what’s sitting next to me.”
Seth growled. “One toenail clipping and it wasn’t mine.”
“I guess the question is—would anyone get hurt?” Morgan asked. “A wife? Kids? Things are not always as simple as they might seem.”
“Good point.” Fen nodded.
