“Dre, you are normal. And smart. You’re the smartest girl I know!” She hugged me again, her dirty-blond curls bouncing against me. “He’s gonna love you. He’s gonna love you in that blue dress you got on. You look good, girl. He might even try to buy you.”
I laughed out loud. “Buy me? Like a sweater?”
“Yeah, like his own personal sweater. Don’t be silly—you know what I mean. He might really like you. Enough to not want to just rent you.” She slapped me on the as**s. “Although he’s gonna enjoy renting you!”
I laughed and swatted her away. “I don’t think it’s going to get that serious. Elena told me he said no sex,” I said.
“Shut the f**k up,” Jenny said. She sounded crushed.
I shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing,” I mumbled.
“Oh, Dre, when you see him? You’ll know that would be the absolute worst thing that could happen to you. I’m telling you, he is—”
“Frickin’, panty-liquefying hot,” I finished her sentence for her. “Thank you. I’m glad you approve.”
I grabbed her hands again. “Listen, I’m not gonna be able to talk to you for the next two weeks. I’m gonna miss you. You have to take care of yourself—don’t let Loopsy push you around. I mean it.”
Jenny had a bunch of regular clients who saw her weekly, but I still always worried about her. She was blonde, round faced, and twenty-one, with pillowy, Angelina Jolie-like lips. Men always told her she had a mouth that was built for shoving a co**ck into. That’s what she told me the day I met her. And she’d laughed about it. She didn’t let things like that bother her, which was good, because they happened to her a lot.
There was a knock on the door, and Elena poked her head in. “Dre, Mr. Preston is here. Jenny, Loopsy’s called for you. Twice.”
“Tell him I don’t want to see him and his nasty, saggy balls,” Jenny said, smiling wickedly and inspecting her nails.
She looked up and saw the madam frowning at her. “Just kidding, Elena! Tell the squirrelly little bastard I miss him—and his nasty, saggy balls.”
She turned to me and gave me one last hug. “If Loopsy ends up buying me, and James Preston ends up buying you…I’ll be frickin’ hurt. I mean it.”
I shook my head at her in mock disgust, but suddenly I realized I was close to tears. “I’m gonna miss you, Jenny…be safe.”
“I’m gonna miss you, too…but don’t be such a baby,” she said, tossing her curls over her shoulder and winking at me. “And if he lets you get in there…suck it hard, girl! Let him know what it feels like to have a real woman.”
“Okay,” I said, laughing. “I will suck it. Hard.”
“That’s a relief,” said a man’s voice, from near the door.
Jenny and I just looked at each other, eyes wide. Then she let out a whoop of laughter, and we both looked toward the door. And there stood a man, the most gorgeous one I’d ever seen. He had steel-blue eyes, dark hair, and massive shoulders underneath his suit.
He was exactly my type, and I didn’t have a type.
He was my worst nightmare, and I had to pretend that he was the best thing that had ever happened to me. For two weeks.
“Mr. Preston,” I said and forced myself to smile at him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
James
I was going to go out on a limb and as**sume that the brunette in the tasteful blue dress was my date and not the blonde with the semi-exposed bre**asts and the big, honking laugh. That girl had a round, pouty face and luscious, full lips surrounding a mouth that begged to be…put to use. She was beautiful and voluptuous, but she was not my type.
The brunette next to her, however, was exactly what I liked.
And what I usually avoided.
“Ladies,” I said, smiling at them tightly from where I was. “One of you is coming with me.”
The blonde looked as though she was going to hurl herself at me for a second. She must have had some loyalty, though, because she held back. She took her friend’s elbow and brought her forward a little bit.
“Mr. Preston, this is Dre,” the blonde said.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Dre,” the blonde repeated. Dre herself came forward then and shook my hand firmly. She was shorter than most of the women I dated, and curvier, with bre**asts, hi**ps and…I wanted to ask her to turn in a circle for me so I could check out her backside. But I figured that would have made her feel too much like livestock being eyed for the slaughter. Her dark brown hair was thick, falling in waves down past her shoulders, and her eyes were a sweet, liquid Bambi brown.