“You’ve got some savings, right?”Bailey prompted.
Chloe raked a hand through her hair.“Yeah.But I can’t spend that money.I need it for this summer, for the fair circuit.Entry fees, gas, marketing.Maybe a new car, if mine finally decides to die.”
Gwen and Bailey exchanged a look.“Would you do it if you had the money?”Bailey asked.
Chloe lifted her hands, then let them fall.“I haven’t thought about it.”
“Well, think about it now.”
Flustered, frustrated, Chloe shoved the rest of her breakfast sandwich in her mouth.“Where would I even find a sex worker?”she mumbled.
“Where you find everything,” Gwen said.
Chloe swallowed.“Amazon?”
Bailey grinned.“You know they’ve got a team ready to implement that the minute it’s decriminalized.With free delivery.”
“That’s a very disturbing idea,” Gwen decided.“But likely true.”
“Bet.Anyway,” Bailey said, “we found one for you.”
Chloe reached for the phone Bailey held out.“What’s this?”
“Who,” Bailey corrected.“That’s Sawyer, the answer to your threesome dreams.”
Chloe stared at the screen, where possibly the most beautiful man she’d ever seen stared back.He was white, with short, dark-brown hair swept back from a high forehead.He had a neatly trimmed beard covering a square jaw and a straight nose over a wide mouth with a full bottom lip that was curved, ever so slightly, in a soft, secret smile.And framed by lush eyelashes were eyes the color of fine peridots, sparkling with humor and warmth that even through the two-dimensional phone screen had a flutter stirring in her belly.
“Wow.”
Gwen nodded.“That’s what I said.”
“Hot, right?”
Chloe glanced at Bailey.“How’d you find this guy?”
“I’m just that good,” Bailey said grandly.
“You’re so full of shit.One of her clients recommended him,” Gwen told Chloe.
“You couldn’t let me have my moment?”Bailey demanded.
“We’re trying to convince her to hire a sex worker,” Gwen pointed out.“Do you think she’ll feel more comfortable knowing he came with a personal recommendation, or that you dug him out on a Google search?”
“Okay, that’s a good point,” Bailey allowed.
“One of your clients?”Chloe repeated, horrified.“Please tell me you aren’t going around telling people I’m looking for a threesome.”
Bailey sniffed.“Give me some credit.A couple of the girls were talking about how bad dating apps are while I was doing a cut and color, and my client said that was why sex workers were a much better option—no time wasted on duds, satisfaction guaranteed.She said it like a joke, but when I was rinsing her out I asked if she was serious.She gave me this guy’s info, said I could use her name as a reference.”
“So?”Gwen prodded.“What do you think?”
Chloe looked back at the screen, where those bright green eyes glowed.“I don’t know.What about guy number two?”
Bailey shrugged.“He probably has friends, colleagues he can tap for that.”
Chloe bit her lip.She couldn’t deny the idea had appeal—as did the undeniably sexy Sawyer.Still… “I don’t know.”
“Why not?”Bailey asked.“It’s safer than apps, and with a professional you won’t have to worry about any of the messy stuff.”
