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

to provide me with a service, and I pay them. You forget

ever think they may not

going to happen. They want the

if they don’t

woman.

desk. I don’t know. I

of my office when I hear her clear her throat. Looking

looking through, and also she’d like to schedule a meeting

Dean looking

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 he recognizes her but can’t seem to exactly place

“Thank you.”

I still okay

taking you.

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

I don’t blame her.

no office relations. I should keep

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

shit, that’s her, isn’t it? That’s the chick

“Keep your mouth shut.”

you tell me you knew

“I didn’t know her.”

“What?”

time ago. I didn’t even know it was her until we met

“You’re paying her?”