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I duck through the velvet curtains of VIP, expecting to see hi on the couch, but the couches are e the diroup of e ed with so disappearing into his pocket Cash I fight to keep e on
"Candy," Rick steps forward, claspingfather would approach his child I stare at our hands, then shoot hilare that tells him to drop my hands if he wants to live to see another day He does, a quick nervous uard ain "Candy, this gentleman has requested you to join hi his sleeve across his forehead "He wants you to go with hi sense "Leave? Alone?"
"My security will accompany us" The words coer who stands confidently, his hands loose in the pants pockets of his suit It is the o where?"
"Toto a stop in front ofin town, at a hotel The accommodations are very coht of leaving, of getting into a car and going soer "When would I return?"
He grins slightly "Later tonight My driver can return you to the club"
I raisethat we are alone in the room "How much?"
His mouth twitches a little, and his tone is wry in its response "I’ll leave that up to you"
I can’t fight the grin, it stretches across rin I bow e to curtsey "In that case, I’m all yours"
CHAPTER 4
My view of love is an unfair one, created by Nicholas Sparks novels, Lifetinize it for what it is -- a fairytale fantasy, at least for a girl like nified Richard Gere will fall madly in love with me and whisk me away to a lifeti shot, and the last few years have proven that I carry poor odds
My best hope for a happily ever after is the Anna Nicole Smith Dream -- that an old rich man will hobble in, decide to part with half his riches so his few re breasts, bubble baths, and blw jbs to celebratewins I aood life minus the love Love seems to be set aside for those who deserve it, for those who plan ahead, are responsible, those who recycle and donate a dollar to the March of Diirl who spends that spare dollar on a candy bar instead I don’t deserve love Ten years with a centenarian, living in his countrywrinkly penis? That seeuy in quite so one, had a pasty white ancient who seemed all about her ethnic curves But he died,his life away as she rode up and down his scrawny body His fa her out of the mansion with no ride home, and no invitation to the funeral Coco is still despondent over that -- her best chance at happily ever after gone with one thu to be my love story, too handsome, too perfect to have any part in the rest of my life His type ans clean and their sex cleaner I know that; I haven’t allowed my fantasies to hop and skip down the ‘happily-ever-after’ path, keeping otten fro this invitation as what it is: Sex, in a location less seedy than our VIP couch Money, the a to breakhis touch -- my bank account desperate for a cash infusion
Conversation buzzes as alk through the club, dancers eyesmine with questions as we head down the hall that leads to nowhere but outside Dancers don’t leave the club, don’t go anywhere with clients -- a rule of Rick’s that evidently can be easily broken by a handful of green I pause by the front door, reaching for Rick’s ar out the door "No," he says with a short shake of his head "No purse, no cell"
"What?" I shoot Rick an alarer speaks quickly "She can get her stuff e come back, if she chooses to co froer and crossAnd…" I add as an afterthought, "Rick will need to hs nervously and the sround, my ar when you are practically nad Rick waves his hands in a panicky motion "Look Candy, that isn’t necessary I’ back to the stranger, I raise one brow "Are you co to need to decline your invitation"
He glances at one of thebetween the a slow path up and down hts as clear as day Aet, to weaken, to do anything; I try to keepBut I want to take backout a bat and knocking me upside the head I need this opportunity, need this cash
And, when it co the gap that has sat vacant for too long On top ofagainst mine as he do looks and padded wallet, could beboth ht Instead, I in to tre my resolve