Surely it isn’t Harrison. He could get my quote-unquote services for free if he wanted.
I didn’t peg him for the type who feels he has to purchase the physical entertainment of a woman.
Then again, I barely know the man.
Maybe letting him into the club tonight was a mistake…
“May I ask who?”
Rouge narrows her eyes. “One of our most seasoned patrons. Cale Calloway.”
I can’t help a grimace. “Seasoned” is a generous word. Cale Calloway has been a member since our father ran the club. He was middle-aged then, and now he’s got to be pushing ninety. He was decent-looking forty years ago, but now…
“I don’t think so, Rouge.”
She nods. “I understand. But before you turn him down, you might want to consider the price he’s offered.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t care about that. I have no interest in sleeping with a man who could be my grandfather.”
Her eyes flash wickedly. “Not even for ten thousand an hour?”
I drop my jaw. “You’re kidding.”
She shakes her head. “You know I never kid when it comes to matters of the heart, Bianca.”
“This is a matter of money, Rouge, not the heart.”
“They are not mutually exclusive.” She folds her hands together. “Should I tell Mr. Calloway that you’re not interested?”
I open my mouth to say, “Hell, yes.”
But then I think it over.
Ten grand is nothing to scoff at.
I’m in decent financial shape. Rouge pays me well. I have a nice apartment in the heart of the Loop downtown. I don’t even have to drive to Aces. I walk here when it’s warm enough.
I don’t need the money. It would have made a world of difference when I was scrounging to survive in New York, trying to make it on Broadway, but now? I’m not dying for the cash.
But…My God. Ten K? For something as simple as a quick roll in the hay?
I don’t care how much money you have. That’s something you’re going to mull over.
Cale Calloway isn’t exactly revolting. For a man of nearly nine decades, he’s in okay shape. I could stomach an hour of him for the amount he’s offering.
But something else is holding me back.
Harrison.
A man I met not an hour ago. A man I’ve had exactly two conversations with, and neither of them particularly profound.
It would be silly to turn down such an absurd amount of money for a man who is essentially a total stranger.
Although he is technically my guest for the evening.
But there were no strings attached to my agreement to let him come in. If he took another woman home, I’d have nothing to say about it.
Ugh. The thought of Harrison with another woman fixes a clamp around my heart.
