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a bitch, Ryder, I didn’t sleep a damn wink. All I want to do is pull the covers over my head and smother myself into a deep sleep, but it’s the third Friday of the month so I have to meet Dean and the girls at the spa. Fridays are the busiest nights, and tonight is the most hectic night of the month. One evening out of each month, we perform a solo and in groups, so we must keep our goodies up to par with our profession. Today, along with our manis and pedis, we’re getting Brazilian bikini waxes. Some of the girls bitch and moan about it, but I don’t understand why. Hell, the last thing I want is to be spread eagle before someone’s face, then look down and see Chewbacca’s little sister escaping the sides of my thong. It’s terrible for business. No one likes a bushy pussy.
    However, I wish Dean would schedule our appointments early in the week, not the day we perform. There are too many aftercare steps. No wearing tight panties for twenty-four hours. So, we can’t wear our tight, skimpy bottoms, only mesh. No touching for twenty-four to forty-eight hours to limit infection or irritation. That means we can’t accept money into the front of our thongs, which is our members favorite place to treat us, and keeping our tops on is out of the question. I can’t begin to imagine the riot that would break out if we didn’t flash our headlights. They don’t pay us to be modest. Hell, they would see more than that just by visiting South Beach.
    Reluctantly rolling out of bed, I head for the shower to prep for my session. When I finish exfoliating, I dry and put on a strapless, pink cotton dress. Pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I go into my kitchen and pop two Tylenol to help prevent discomfort later. No matter how many times I get waxing, it still hurts.
    Grabbing a bottle of water, I slip on my white wedges and head out to my car. As I make my way to my car, Gavin blocks my path as he lays mulch around the flowers that line my walkway. “Good afternoon, Piper,” he smiles. Gavin is the community landscaper. He’s adoringly handsome, and has a heart of gold, which is why I keep my distance, and try my damnedest not to lead him on. Standing, he removes his mulch-covered gloves and shoves them into the back pockets of his tight, holey jeans.
    His toned chest and abs glisten with sweat from intense heat the sun is radiating. Reaching out to him, I offer him my cold water, and he accepts it with a wink. After chugging down the water, he says, “Thanks, Piper. So, when are you going to take me up on my offer? I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” For over a year, he’s begged me to go out on a date with him. As tempting as it may be, I can’t accept. He’s a great guy, and I don’t want to be the woman who ruins him by breaking his heart.
    Placing my hand onto his shoulder, I flash him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, Gavin, but it’s not going to happen.” Giving him a pat on the shoulder, I maneuver around him and walk to my car.
    “You don’t know what you’re missing, passing all this up,” he calls, motioning up and down his crotch area.
    “I’m sure it’s a lot, Gavin. See you later,” I giggle. Starting the engine to my Audi R8 convertible, I let the top down and drive toward the spa.
    Fifteen minutes later, I pull into the parking lot and silence my engine. Before I remove my keys from the ignition, Dean’s knocking at my window. Unlocking my doors, he opens it and extends his hand to help me from my seat. “Hey, sexy girl,” he greets. Placing his hand to the small of my back, he guides me toward the spa’s entrance. With each step we take, his hand slips lower and lower.
    “Dean?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Your hand… move it higher,” I instruct.
    Chuckling, he opens the door an d motions me inside. After years of repeated rejection, I figured he would understand I’m not sleeping with him. God, I’ve been tempted to cave in to my lusty desires, but it will never happen. If