“It’s not!” I snapped, scowling at the floor before I sighed. “It’s not, Andrea. I need to get a job, even if you never do let me pay you back.”
She was quiet a minute, and when I looked over, I saw her staring at an imaginary spot on the floor chewing her lip.
“What?”
“I need to tell you something.”
I arched my brow.
“So, there is a guy.”
“Well, that much you told me—”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” She frowned. “Well, he is, but it’s nothing like that.”
My brow furrowed. “Well, what’s it like?”
She bit her lip.
“Andrea? What’s it like—”
“Transactional.”
I froze. “What?”
“Hang on, it’s not what it sounds like.”
I shook my head. “Look, I’m not going to judge you or any—”
“Oh, come on, Mia! What do you think I am?”
“Well what did you just say you were?
She glared at me. “I’m not a hooker.”
“Andrea, I’m sorry I asked—”
“Look, these guys have money, and they want to spend it on a girl who’ll wear that money well.”
I shook my head, standing. “I should go shower.”
“Sit.” Her face fell. “C’mon, Mia, let me explain. I’m not hooking, okay?”
Her eyes pleaded with me, and slowly, I sat back down.
“There’s no sex implied. I mean, believe me, if these guys want to get laid, they won’t have a problem. We’re talking very very rich, very good-looking guys. But they want the arm candy. They want people to look when they walk into a room.” She shrugged. “I guess you could call it escorting?”
“You could also call it hooking.”
She flipped me off. “I told you, it’s not about the sex. It’s about the status for them.”
“So, you’re seeing one of these guys.”
She nodded quietly. “Blaine.”
“And Blaine just likes to buy you stuff?”
She nodded. “And to go out with him to dinner and on vacation.”
“Wait that’s who you went to the Keys with?”
Andrea blushed. “I wasn’t in the Keys.”
“Andrea!”
“I was in the Maldives.”
I whistled. “Holy shit. And they do all this for no sex?”
She blushed again, darker this time, and my jaw dropped.
“Oh my God…”
“The job isn’t sex.” She bit her lip and looked down, smiling privately. “That part comes willingly.”
She quickly took a huge sip of wine.
“So, it’s like you’re dating?”
“Sort of? No?” She shook her head. “It’s complicated.”
“You’ve already said that.
“I— we—” she stammered. “It’s not like a relationship I’ve been in before. It’s…different.”
“How?”
“Evolved?”
“I don’t even know what you’re saying.”
She smiles, sipping at her drink. “These guys…they like to be in control. And they like the girls they see to, well, to want them to be in control.”
She paused
“Always,” she whispered.
I felt my pulse quicken. “God, you mean like, master-slave—”
“Oh, stop it. You’ve been reading too many romance books. It’s not silly like that.”
I could see in her eyes that it wasn’t. I could see that whoever this Blaine guy was, Andrea cared about him. In some way, I guess.
“So you like him telling you what to do?”
“It’s not like that, Mia. It’s—” She shook her head. “I can’t explain it. I don’t think you’d get it.”
She started to get up.
“Hey! Andrea, c’mon! Look I’m sorry, it’s just, this is a lot to take in.”
She smiled. “It was for me too, but I got used to it. And now?” She bit her lip. “Now I can’t imagine not having it.”
Something sparked inside of me, imagining someone taking control of me like what she was describing.
Something definitely sparked.
“Well, I’ll have to keep an eye out for rich, domineering, playboys who want to spend money on me.”
Andrea was quiet for a second before she took a quick breath and glanced up at me. “Blaine actually knows someone.”
My head jerked up from my wine. “Excuse me?”
She blushed. “Blaine, h-he knows someone. He’s actually asked about you.”
My jaw dropped. “Andrea! And how does he know about me exactly?”
“I’ve told him,” she said quickly. “And maybe I gave Blaine your picture on Facebook to show him?”
I could feel my cheeks redden. I was angry, for sure, but I was also intrigued.
“I can’t believe you showed him my—”
“He wants to meet you, Mia.”
I balked. “What?”
“Tomorrow. He wants to take you out get to know you.”
My head shook on autopilot. “No, no way. I can’t believe you’d do this!”
“I’m sorry!” Her face fell. “Look I just thought, you know, the money is amazing, and really, Blaine is a really nice guy. I figured a friend of his who he knows would be, you know, someone you could try it with.”
“I think I’m done talking about this.”
I started to stand, when my eyes landed on the fresh array of shopping bags on the floor of Andrea’s room. I could see them through her open door.
She always had rent money. And mine.
And delivery food, and nice things.
And the fact that she didn’t work.
I felt my pulse quicken as I slowly turned back to her. “There’s no sex?”
“Nothing implied. I mean,” she blushed. “There can be sex, but—”
“But you don’t have to.”
She shook her head. “No.”
I paused. What was I doing? Why was I actually considering this?
“C’mon, me? Arm candy?”
Andrea rolled her eyes. “Mia, stop. You’re cute and you know it.”
“Oh, am I?”
I gave her a look before glancing down at my stupid Jumpin’ Joe’s Diner striped skirt and absurd logo-embossed polo shirt.
Andrea shrugged. “Well, when you don’t smell like burgers and you’re not covered in maple syrup.”
“Hey! I—”
“You’ve got some right— yeah, right there.” She made a face as she pointed at my temple.
Sure enough, my fingers came away sticky.
She smiled. “Sorry.”
I looked down at the stupid waitressing costume. I glanced over again at her open doorway, and the bags of things sitting inside. I looked around the apartment I had no business living in considering I had no money or job.
And slowly, I nodded.
“Okay.”
I shivered as I said it.
“Call him, or whatever. Tomorrow it is.”
Chapter 3
Mia
I was nervous as hell as I stepped into Bucco, the insanely upscale, impossible to get a reservation for, restaurant in midtown. I swallowed as I glanced around the place, still not quite believing that this was happening, or that I was actually doing this.
I was dressed to the nines, borrowing some of Andrea’s better clothes and shoes for the occasion. I still couldn’t believe she’d talked me into this, but she’d swore up and down that sex was not part of the job — not what I’d be paid for.
“So, what’s he like?”
Andrea had shaken her head as she helped me pull my hair up into an intricate bun. “I’ve never met him. I only texted with him from Blaine’s phone after he mentioned that his friend was curious if I had any friends.”
I shivered at the thought of just how much of a stranger this guy was — Andrea hadn’t even met him.
“But Blaine says he’s nice, and good-looking.”