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“I think you should help a sister out.” Tash glances at Grayson again. “He’s got that dangerous vibe; you know what I mean?”
“Dangerous vibe?”
“Yeah, the if you look at me, I’m going to pluck your eyes out of your head vibe.” Tash smirks. “Very John Wick. Hmmm, Keanu Reeves, now there’s a man I want to do dirty things to. Man, he doesn’t even need to participate, he can just lay there and let me do all the work.”
I sip on my coffee and shake my head. “How did we go from him?” I point over my shoulder behind me. “To doing nasty things with Keanu?”
“Oh, my God.” Tash’s eyes widen as she peers around the bookstore. “Have you and Keanu ever...” She links her fingers and smashes her palms together.
“What?”
“Has he ever...you know...” She motions with her eyes.
“No, he hasn’t.”
“You’d tell me though, right?”
“If it was Keanu, I’d scream it from the rooftops.”
Tash links her fingers together in prayer and bats her eyes at me. Oh shit, what’s she going to ask now? I’m scared. “Give me one famous person, and I promise I’ll never ask about anyone again.”
“If I give you even one name, then I can only imagine the questions you’ll ask. So… no.”
Tash smiles broadly. “You have had famous clients.”
I shake my head. “No comment.”
She smacks my leg. “You’re no fun.”
“Oh, I’m plenty of fun. Just ask...” I pause and see Tash become super invested in the name she’s expecting me to share. “Ha! Not telling.” She groans and rolls her eyes. My phone rings, and I dig around my bag to find it. “Hello,” I answer.
“Darling.”
“Hey, Sofia.” I hold a finger up to Tash. Luckily, Tash is considerate when it comes to phone calls and knowing it’s Sofia. She stands and walks away giving me a moment of privacy. “What can I do for you?”
“You have a new client.”
“New? Who?”
“He’s a cardiologist who’s here for a conference.”
My stomach churns and I screw my mouth. “Um, I’m not really looking for new clients, Sofia. I have my regulars, and I’m quite content with them.” Anyone who may overhear this conversation isn’t going to think twice about my words.
“I’ve vetted him, and he’s willing to pay big,” she throws in, hoping to appeal to my pecuniary side.
“What services is he interested in?”
“He wants company, and straight sex, not even oral sex. He picked you out from the photos, and he wants you dressed in a school uniform.”
Ugh, I hate those ones. They creep me out. I get it, everyone has a kink, but school girls aren’t mine. I’ve been asked to mimic everything from elegant to furry pet play to skanky. Some clients want straight sex, some want more, some just want company, and some have even smeared peanut butter on my toes and licked it off. “How long is the booking for?”
“Two hours this afternoon. Four until six.”
I sigh and shake my head. “Fine. Send me the address.”
“Thank you. I’ll text through the details.”
I hang up and balance my phone on my thigh. I pick my coffee up and take a sip.
