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    Quinn loves chocolate…any chocolate…all the chocolate x
     
    After sending the email, I called DFT. Candace, the receptionist, owed me a favor, and I was calling it in.
    “DFT. This is Candace speaking. How may I help you?”
    I smirked. Candace was a sixty-something-year-old woman who acted like a twenty-year-old. She had her children young and was a great-grandmother two times over. Also, she loved the shit out of me. “Candy, sweetheart, how are you this fine day?”
    She grunted a laugh at my over-cheerfulness. “I’m fine, thank you, Matthew. What can I do for you, hon?”
    I hated to do it, but felt I needed to. No one would be better at serving Maya than me. “Remember when I caught you napping at your desk and I woke you before anyone saw. You said you owed me. I’m calling in my marker.”
    She made a noise in her throat then asked suspiciously, “And what would that favor be?”
    I didn’t waste time beating around the bush. “I need you to check the reception email. There’s a new client who will likely try to book with another guy. I need you to tell her there is no one else. No one else but me.”
    Candace sighed. “Matty, sweetie, I don’t know. I could get into a lot of trouble.”
    “Are you going to tell anyone? Because I’m not. It’ll be strictly between you and me. Besides, the client might never even book. This is all just a would-be scenario.”
    I could all but hear her roll her eyes. “All right. Give me her email address.” I gave her Maya’s email and waited. “Well, she hasn’t booked yet, Matty. If she tries to, I’ll text you.”
    Letting out a sigh of relief, I thanked her. “You’re the best, Candy. Love ya.”
     
    The day’s heat was getting to me, so I removed my shirt and threw myself on my bed. It had been a few hours since I heard from Maya. I was beginning to think I was being punished for my delayed response earlier. I didn’t know how long I’d slept, but I woke to my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Blinking sleepily, I wiped at my eyes, picked it up, and smiled at seeing the sender.
     
    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Subject: So…this isn’t awkward…
     
    Quinnling,
     
    I’m so glad you’re not that guy. I hate that guy. And there’s nothing to apologize for. Keeping your friend company without checking your phone just earned you major brownie points in my book.
    I’m sorry for assuming you wouldn’t have the balls to let me know if you didn’t want to assist me.
    Truth is, I wouldn’t have booked with anyone else. Not even if you had recommended them.
    Not at all awkward,
     
    Maya ever after x
     
    Subconsciously, my chest puffed out, and I felt like beating on it like a gorilla while strutting around like a peacock. But I was too tired for that. Instead, I lay with an arm behind my head while typing with the other.
     
    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Subject: Mmmm…brownie points.
     
    Maya,
     
    I’m glad we got that sorted.
    Now, shall we get down to business?
    If it’s all right with you, I’d like to know the extent of your sexual experience, so I can be better prepared for our meeting.
    You can ask me anything you like in return. Scout’s honor.
     
    Quinn
     
    I didn’t know why writing that particular email seemed harder to write than the others. Something about this woman had my stomach turning.
    I thought back to the last time I flirted with a woman for my own pleasure. Honestly, I couldn’t remember a time in the last year. My brow bunched. Had this become my life? Women throwing themselves at me for large sums, and me minus my natural libido? Sure, I had a large group of women to deal with, and majority of those women were regulars, but on the odd occasion I had a new client, yet I hadn’t been excited about it. I had been nervous about it, anxious even. With my regulars, I knew what they liked. I rarely had to use new moves. Making them come was a cinch.
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