Virgin for Sale

This woman is making it harder for me to woo her. Until Faye entered my life, getting women was never a problem. They were more than happy to fall at my feet, and I was happy for them to stay there.

I used them for my pleasure. A gift here and there always dealt with any problem they may have at me ending any relationship or agreement.

Faye isn’t like that.

The PI couldn’t get any more information on her simply because there isn’t any.

“Seriously, man, I am starting to worry about you. Do you remember a time when you had fun? It’s like this place became your world and you lost that key ability to have any kind of fun.”

“I have fun. It’s just not the same as what you like.”

“Then tell me when was the last time you had fun with a woman, and that chick back at Cherry doesn’t count. Even that’s been what, seven, eight months ago?”

“I’m seeing someone.”

“You are? How do I not know this?”

“Because you’re more interested in your own life than what I’ve got going on. I’ve been seeing her for a short time.”

“When do I get to meet her? I want to tell her all about what a giant prick you are.”

“Colorful, Dean, seriously. Don’t you get tired of buying … virgins?” I keep my voice down.

The door is open, and I don’t want anyone knowing my business.

“Nope. They’re easy.”

I don’t want anyone thinking of Faye as easy.

makes them

They’re there to provide me with a service, and

ever think they may not

going to happen. They

if they don’t have

They go to him. He’s an asshole, but he’d never force a woman. Where is all this coming from?” Dean asks. “It’s a bit of fun. I get what I want, and

head, I glance down at my desk. I

trying to think of how to get Dean out of my office when I hear

these. She says they need looking through, and also she’d like to schedule a meeting with

aware of Dean looking at

who he is. This is the first time they’ve met each other in person, but he saw her picture. I don’t know if he remembers. Glancing at him, I see

“Thank you.”

still okay to leave

taking you. No

the door. No matter how many times I touch her, she still

I don’t blame her.

of no office relations. I should keep my hands to

and I close the door, leaning against it to see my

that’s her, isn’t it? That’s

“Keep your mouth shut.”

you tell me you knew

“I didn’t know her.”

“What?”

for me a short time ago. I didn’t even know

“You’re paying her?”