Chapter 3

But this? This feels like I’m not here for the money but for him, and it shouldn’t. I don’t know what to do about that.

Less than a minute passes before he’s back. He has a leather wallet in his hands, and when he opens it casually, I see a wad of fifties the same way other guys carry fives or tens. He peels one off and hands it over. I never take the money first, so I set it on the dresser in plain sight. He starts to leaf through the other bills. “Do I tip you, or something?”

“Fifty’s fine.” Facing him, I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans. Before I unzip, though, I ask, “You just want me to strip? Or do you maybe want to undress me? Some guys like to do that.”

He grins and sets the wallet on the dresser with the fifty dollar bill. “Yeah, that’d be good.”