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His jaw bulged. I wouldn t know, he bit out from between clenched teeth. I don t ask.
I wanted to drop the tainted, illegally gained funds. But holy guacamole. I was standing in the
doorway of a steamy bathroom, staring at an honest-to-God gigolo who was wet and naked and
covered by nothing but a bath towel. This was so going in the Christmas letter I was going to write to
all my girlfriends.
The whole situation must ve affected me way more than I realized, because without planning what
I was going to say, I blurted, What do you ask, then?
He shrugged and studied me with a mocking kind of insolence. Not much. My clients aren t
exactly the shy type. They tell me what they want and typically don t leave a lot of room for
questions.
My mouth fell open.
Oh. My. God.
Oh, wow. So you re actually admitting you re a& a&
He straightened pulling back slightly. What? Haven t you heard the rumors? As tight as you
appeared to be with Eva Mercer on campus the other day, I would ve assumed she d told you every
dirty detail about me by now.
I sputtered and flushed hard. I& Yeah& I mean, she told me some crazy gossip, but& I m not sure
if I believed any of it.
He didn t confirm or deny. He just watched me, waiting for my next move.
I figured people had two distinct responses to him: They either got as far away from him as
feasibly possible or they moved closer in an effort to find out just how good he was at his job.
I did neither.
Does your mom know? I asked, rooted to the spot.
Dawn seemed way too nice and moral to allow her son to do such a thing.
He glanced away, and I once again caught a glimpse of the regret I d seen on his face when I d
first spotted him in the bathroom. I have a feeling she suspects.
Whoa. This was big. This was so big. This is just& I shook my head, not sure what to say.
Yeah.
Poor Dawn. She seemed so nice. If I were her and knew my twenty-year-old son was selling his
body for sex, I d well, I wasn t too certain what I d do. It was obvious they could use more money,
but this seemed kind of extreme.
I settled him with a probing stare. Doesn t it bother you that she knows
No, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, he snapped with a glare. Jesus. How do you
think I feel about her knowing?
All righty, then.
I opened my mouth to apologize, but he shook his head. No. No more. The question and answer
portion of this evening is over. You have your babysitting money, and I m home to stay with Sarah.
You can go.
I& Realizing enough was enough, I nodded. Okay.
Ducking my head, I turned away, barely pausing to collect my things before I hurried from the
house.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, I felt craptacular as I slunk across campus, lugging my breakfast I d stopped
along the way to buy. Wallowing in my solitude, I was glad I wouldn t see Eva in any of my classes
today, because I probably would ve been all bitchy and crabby to her.
The night before still bothered me. How could I have been that rude and nosey to Mason? I
couldn t believe I d come right out and asked him such intrusive questions about his secret lifestyle.
I mean, I knew I had a snoopy side and it usually went to extreme lengths to appease its curiosity,
but I had been so incredibly insensitive.
I hoped I wouldn t see him every evening I had to babysit. That could get awkward real fast.
And on the flip side: How could such an amazingly hot hottie be so completely unavailable, live
such a corrupt life& and act so hostile?
Nothing made sense anymore.
Trudging past the bronze statues in front of the main campus building, I was trying to think up a
way to get past this when I caught sight of Hotness himself sitting on one of the benches along the
sidewalk paths. With one leg crossed over the other and his ankle resting on his opposite knee, he d
spread open a textbook on his lap. He wrote madly in a notepad, pausing every few seconds to
consult the book.
I reacted instantly, jerking to an abrupt halt. God, he looked good. Up close, from a distance, it
didn t matter. The boy didn t have a bad side.
He s a gigolo, Reese, my inner conscience reminded me. That means off limits. Way off limits.
But he was also a gigolo who hated me, and a gigolo whose good side I needed to get on if I
wanted my babysitting duties to progress smoothly. And he was just so pretty.
Changing my course, I turned his way and approached boldly. He didn t notice me until I stood
right in front of him and said, Here. In a peace offering attempt, I thrust forward the steaming cup
and small brown paper bag I d been carrying.
He looked up, brushed the hair out of his eyes with the end of his pen, and blinked at my gifts
before returning his confused gaze back to me.
This is my apology, I explained, for being such a rude, nosey bitch to you last night. I m&
really sorry. I mean, what you do in your personal life is totally none of my business, and I shouldn t
have been meddlesome. Please believe me when I say I never meant to offend you.
When he didn t reply and didn t reach for my breakfast, I shifted nervously. Okay, so maybe things
between us could get more awkward.
This was so not helpful.
A stubborn streak bit me and suddenly I refused to give up on my apology. I set the covered cup
and baggie beside him on the bench with a plunk. It s a bear claw in the bag and a white chocolate
mocha espresso in the cup, I explained. I don t& I wasn t sure what you d like. So& I hope it ll
do.
There. Pleased with myself for making it sound as if I d bought my breakfast for him all along, I
blasted him with a wide smile. When he didn t return it, my own dropped.
Okay, then. I cleared my throat. Have a good day.
I turned away, and the jerk face didn t call after me. So I walked off before he could respond.
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His jaw bulged. I wouldn t know, he bit out from between clenched teeth. I don t ask.
I wanted to drop the tainted, illegally gained funds. But holy guacamole. I was standing in the
doorway of a steamy bathroom, staring at an honest-to-God gigolo who was wet and naked and
covered by nothing but a bath towel. This was so going in the Christmas letter I was going to write to
all my girlfriends.
The whole situation must ve affected me way more than I realized, because without planning what
I was going to say, I blurted, What do you ask, then?
He shrugged and studied me with a mocking kind of insolence. Not much. My clients aren t
exactly the shy type. They tell me what they want and typically don t leave a lot of room for
questions.
My mouth fell open.
Oh. My. God.
Oh, wow. So you re actually admitting you re a& a&
He straightened pulling back slightly. What? Haven t you heard the rumors? As tight as you
appeared to be with Eva Mercer on campus the other day, I would ve assumed she d told you every
dirty detail about me by now.
I sputtered and flushed hard. I& Yeah& I mean, she told me some crazy gossip, but& I m not sure
if I believed any of it.
He didn t confirm or deny. He just watched me, waiting for my next move.
I figured people had two distinct responses to him: They either got as far away from him as
feasibly possible or they moved closer in an effort to find out just how good he was at his job.
I did neither.
Does your mom know? I asked, rooted to the spot.
Dawn seemed way too nice and moral to allow her son to do such a thing.
He glanced away, and I once again caught a glimpse of the regret I d seen on his face when I d
first spotted him in the bathroom. I have a feeling she suspects.
Whoa. This was big. This was so big. This is just& I shook my head, not sure what to say.
Yeah.
Poor Dawn. She seemed so nice. If I were her and knew my twenty-year-old son was selling his
body for sex, I d well, I wasn t too certain what I d do. It was obvious they could use more money,
but this seemed kind of extreme.
I settled him with a probing stare. Doesn t it bother you that she knows
No, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, he snapped with a glare. Jesus. How do you
think I feel about her knowing?
All righty, then.
I opened my mouth to apologize, but he shook his head. No. No more. The question and answer
portion of this evening is over. You have your babysitting money, and I m home to stay with Sarah.
You can go.
I& Realizing enough was enough, I nodded. Okay.
Ducking my head, I turned away, barely pausing to collect my things before I hurried from the
house.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, I felt craptacular as I slunk across campus, lugging my breakfast I d stopped
along the way to buy. Wallowing in my solitude, I was glad I wouldn t see Eva in any of my classes
today, because I probably would ve been all bitchy and crabby to her.
The night before still bothered me. How could I have been that rude and nosey to Mason? I
couldn t believe I d come right out and asked him such intrusive questions about his secret lifestyle.
I mean, I knew I had a snoopy side and it usually went to extreme lengths to appease its curiosity,
but I had been so incredibly insensitive.
I hoped I wouldn t see him every evening I had to babysit. That could get awkward real fast.
And on the flip side: How could such an amazingly hot hottie be so completely unavailable, live
such a corrupt life& and act so hostile?
Nothing made sense anymore.
Trudging past the bronze statues in front of the main campus building, I was trying to think up a
way to get past this when I caught sight of Hotness himself sitting on one of the benches along the
sidewalk paths. With one leg crossed over the other and his ankle resting on his opposite knee, he d
spread open a textbook on his lap. He wrote madly in a notepad, pausing every few seconds to
consult the book.
I reacted instantly, jerking to an abrupt halt. God, he looked good. Up close, from a distance, it
didn t matter. The boy didn t have a bad side.
He s a gigolo, Reese, my inner conscience reminded me. That means off limits. Way off limits.
But he was also a gigolo who hated me, and a gigolo whose good side I needed to get on if I
wanted my babysitting duties to progress smoothly. And he was just so pretty.
Changing my course, I turned his way and approached boldly. He didn t notice me until I stood
right in front of him and said, Here. In a peace offering attempt, I thrust forward the steaming cup
and small brown paper bag I d been carrying.
He looked up, brushed the hair out of his eyes with the end of his pen, and blinked at my gifts
before returning his confused gaze back to me.
This is my apology, I explained, for being such a rude, nosey bitch to you last night. I m&
really sorry. I mean, what you do in your personal life is totally none of my business, and I shouldn t
have been meddlesome. Please believe me when I say I never meant to offend you.
When he didn t reply and didn t reach for my breakfast, I shifted nervously. Okay, so maybe things
between us could get more awkward.
This was so not helpful.
A stubborn streak bit me and suddenly I refused to give up on my apology. I set the covered cup
and baggie beside him on the bench with a plunk. It s a bear claw in the bag and a white chocolate
mocha espresso in the cup, I explained. I don t& I wasn t sure what you d like. So& I hope it ll
do.
There. Pleased with myself for making it sound as if I d bought my breakfast for him all along, I
blasted him with a wide smile. When he didn t return it, my own dropped.
Okay, then. I cleared my throat. Have a good day.
I turned away, and the jerk face didn t call after me. So I walked off before he could respond.
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