“Would five hundred replace that?”
I looked at her, wide-eyed. “It sure would.” Then I frowned, “but I can’t just take three weeks off. My job wouldn’t be here when I got back.”
She nodded, then her expression changed. Gone was the soft in-the-shadow-of-sex look “What if I offered you a job? I’d pay you five hundred dollars a week to be on call.”
“On call? For what?”
“What you just did. Whenever I want it.”
“Uh…I don’t do that for money, but I’d definitely do it again without being paid.”
“But you’re so good at it,” she complemented me matter-of-factly. “Everyone does it for money, one way or another. Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Didn’t I…? Of course I did. You’re a very hot lover.”
“If I want you to stay overnight, I’ll pay a little more. If I want you all weekend, that would be an additional fee. You keep me happy and you can have almost anything you want.”
I guess I didn’t look convinced.
“Think about it. You wouldn’t have to fall in love with me, just keep me satisfied.”