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

they may not

not going to happen. They want

what if they don’t have a

never force a woman. Where is all this coming from?” Dean asks. “It’s a bit of fun.

glance down at 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

me these. She says they need looking through,

Dean

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

“Thank you.”

okay

be taking

nods, taking a step back as I advance to the door. No matter how many times I touch her, she still

I don’t blame her.

should keep my hands to my fucking self, but with her, anything could

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

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

“Keep your mouth shut.”

you tell

“I didn’t know her.”

“What?”

for me a short time ago. I didn’t even know it was her until we met on

“You’re paying her?”