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arm. His tie is loosened around his neck.
    “Are you hungry?” he asks.
    I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting him to ask if I was hungry. I guess I thought he’d get straight to the point of asking for what he wanted from me.
    “Sure.”
    He pushes the door open and I fall into step beside him. We walk in silence to the parking garage. He opens the door to his Mercedes for me and I slip into the seat. I keep my hands in my lap, afraid to touch anything.
    “So what’s your name?” he asks as he pulls into traffic.
    “Memphis.”
    “I don’t want your stage name. I want your real name.” he says, sternly.
    “That is my real name. My stage name is Amber.” I reply. “My mom had a
    thing about naming her children after the cities they were conceived in.”
    “Oh.” A smirk plays at his lips.
    “I’m Cameron.”
    “It’s not a weird name.”

 
    “I don’t guess so.”
    I don’t know what to say to him after that. I feel out of place and out of my league. I’m starting to regret meeting him. What was I thinking? I can’t do this.
    “We’re here.” he says, pulling into a parking lot for a large apartment building.
    “This isn’t a restaurant.” “No. I live here.”
    Shit. I open my door and exit the car. I should’ve known this was how it would be. I should just let him pay me, screw him, and leave. At least I’ll have the money and Anniston can stay in school. I’ll never have to do it again. One night.
    I follow him into his apartment and try not to stare too wide-eyed at how luxurious it is. It’s probably five times the size of my apartment. He has an electric fireplace in the living room, big screen television, leather furniture, and spacious kitchen. I can see on his balcony there’s a large hot tub. I’m sure the other rooms are just as nice.
    “Do you like tacos?” he asks and this catches me off guard. He’s standing in his kitchen taking out the ingredients to make tacos. He’s taken off his tie and rolled his sleeves up. I like seeing this domestic side of him. Makes him appear normal.
    “That’s fine. Can I help?” I offer.
    He hands me a tomato, cutting board, and a knife. Twenty minutes later, we’re eating chicken tacos and drinking beer at his breakfast bar.
    “What were you doing today?” he asks.
    “I was there for some personal stuff.” “Hmm.”
    I watch him across the counter and I can tell when his mood shifts. He finishes his taco and takes a long sip of his beer.
    “Speaking of person stuff, why don’t get straight to it?”
     

Cameron
     
    She shrugs and I know she’s been waiting on me to bring it up all night. I’ve been beating around the bush. It’s not my style. There’s no point to it.
    “What is it that you want?” she asks.
    “I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that. I made you an offer and you declined it twice.”
    “Well, I’m here now.”
    “Good. $150,000.” I say. “For one month.”
    Her face drops. It wasn’t what she was expecting. Surely she didn’t think I was paying that for one night? I’d be a fucking idiot to do that.
    “A month?”
    “It’s a generous offer.”
    “It is.” she agrees. “I just, I need the money now.”
    “Do you really think I would pay you that kind of money up front? I don’t think so.”
    “Half now. Half at the end of the month.” she offers. “I’ll write you a check.”

 
    “Do you really think I would accept a check? Cash only.”
    My lips tug into a grin. Only for a moment. “I’ll arrange it. You’ll need to be available whenever I need you. I understand you work, but I want you to come here as soon as your shift is over.”
    “It’ll be late.” she informs me. “Not a problem for me.” “Fine.”
    “This arrangement is for my pleasure. I’ll please you too, but I don’t want you to misunderstand, this is about me. Not you. If I call you in the morning or middle of the day and tell you to come to my office, that’s what you need