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Zoe
The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I step into the quiet hallway of Mandy’s condo building.
My heart still races from the confrontation at the clubhouse.
I shake off the lingering tension and stride toward her door.
Before I can knock, it swings open, revealing Mandy with a mischievous grin plastered on her face.
“Hey babe!” she chirps, her eyes sparkling with humor. “Ready to make some money?”
“Yeah,” I reply, though my voice lacks its usual enthusiasm.
I try to muster a smile but fail miserably.
Mandy tilts her head, studying me for a moment, then waves me inside.
Her condo is all sleek lines and modern furniture, a stark contrast to the gritty world I navigate outside these walls.
Hell, I could afford to live in something lush and luxurious like her, but I’d rather be at the club in a two bedroom trailer.
Granted, it’s technically a three bedroom since I use one as a makeshift office.
I paid for it all myself with money I made from OneEye.
Mandy disappears around the corner, leaving me standing in the foyer, staring at the abstract painting on the wall that never made much sense to me.
Mandy calls out, her voice echoing through the space. “Come on, Zoe! Don’t just stand there like a statue.”
I take a deep breath and follow her into the living room, the plush carpet muffling my footsteps.
The scent of vanilla candles fills the air, calming yet somehow suffocating today.
Mandy reappears, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder, her playful demeanor unwavering.
“What’s got you so wound up?” she teases, nudging me with her elbow.
“Spark,” I admit, sinking into the cushion beside her.
The word hangs in the air, heavy and electric.
She arches an eyebrow. “Spark? What did he do now?”
Her eyes gleam with interest, always ready for gossip.
My voice trails off as I pick at an invisible thread on my jeans. “Nothing major. Just... suggested something.”
Mandy presses, leaning in closer. “Suggested what?”
The vanilla scent from the candles mixes with her subtle perfume, creating a heady concoction that feels both comforting and overwhelming.
“That we, you know, share more than just glances,” I say, my cheeks heating up despite the cool air conditioning.
“Why would that be a problem? We’re in the sex industry, Zoe. Sharing is kinda our thing.” Mandy points out, her expression puzzled.
“Yeah, but... the thought of sharing him makes me mad,” I confess, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.
Mandy’s brow shoots up, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “That means you want him.”
