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.

them easy?”

a service, and I pay them. You

ever think they may not

not going to happen.

if they don’t have

doesn’t seek them out. 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

my desk. I don’t know. I really

how to get Dean out of my office when I hear her clear her throat. Looking up, I see Faye at the door

need looking through, and also she’d like

of Dean looking

time they’ve met each other in person, but he saw her picture. I don’t

“Thank you.”

I still okay to leave

be taking you.

as I advance to the door. No matter

I don’t blame her.

rule of no office relations. I should keep my hands to my fucking self,

close the door, leaning against it

her, isn’t it? That’s the chick you

“Keep your mouth shut.”

you tell me you

“I didn’t know her.”

“What?”

didn’t even know it was her until we met

“You’re paying her?”