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“I don’t know, but I guess another drink is out of the question?”

“Do you want to throw up or pass out on him? Possibly both?” He waved his hand in front of me. “No one wants sloppy sex, especially not in such an elegant place.”

Sloppy sex? “What should I do?”

“I know what I would do.” He clasped his fingers together. “No offense, but I wouldn’t be here talking to you.”

“I’ve never had a one-night stand before.”

“Let’s think about this rationally.” He placed his hand on mine to stop my jitters. “He’s hot.”

I nodded.

“Sexy.”

“Can’t argue that,” I said.

“Very stylish. I mean who could pull off a red suit, other than me?”

“Of course,” I replied.

“From what I observed, he couldn’t keep his hands off you.”

“You were watching?” Heat crept up the back of my neck. “He was very touchy-feely, but I didn’t mind.”

“That’s a good sign. Plus, he’s definitely sugar daddy material.”

“Jay?”

“He’s over forty, so…”

“I don’t need a sugar daddy.” I didn’t want to think about my financial situation. There wasn’t anything I could do about it tonight. My problems would still be there in the morning. “I want to go for it.”

“Get it, girl!”

“What should I do?”

“Do you want a how-to-fuck guide?”

It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, and I’d only done it with my first and only boyfriend. It wasn’t that great now that I thought about it. The sex was bad enough to make me celibate these last few years. Maybe I should rethink this.

“He…hey, what’s his name?” Jay asked.

“We’re not exchanging names.”

“Kinky, but how am I supposed to check his socials if I don’t know his name? We have to make sure he’s not a serial killer or worse.”

“What could be worse than a serial killer?” I asked.

“You’d be surprised.”

“I didn’t want to know his name,” I said. “Part of the whole no-strings, one-night encounter.”

“Well, Daddy’s probably experienced, so you’ll be fine. I’m betting much better than your last relationship.”

I hope so.

“Now, for an important question,” Jay said.