Page 17 of The Choice


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“Does your friend have any priors?”

She nodded.

That complicated the situation.

“I’ll have to speak to her. See what we can offset her record against.”

She nodded, and her eyes pleaded with me for something else, but I wasn’t sure what she wanted. “I’ll have to do some research and see what we can go with. I’ll go by after work and speak to her about taking on her case.”

“Take on her case?” She leaned forward. “Oh, I think you misunderstood. I came here for some advice. We can’t afford to hire you.”

“I got that part.”

She bit that damn lip again, and heat spread down my legs. How did she do that?

“I’ll do it.” She said, resolved.

“Do what?” Had I missed her saying something while my mind focused on her lips?

“I’ll go to dinner with you.”

Oh.

She sliced the air with her hand. “But just dinner, nothing more.”

I grinned. “Considering the nature of this conversation, I wouldn’t dare ask for anything more.”

She snorted, but without any humor behind it.

I offered to take the case pro bono and without any intention of something in return, but I wasn’t stupid. I wouldn’t turn down this opportunity. She may not offer it again. She may never say yes to me. So, I agreed.

“One date. My choosing. And you have to keep your hands off of me.”

She rolled her eyes. But I knew I had piqued her interest.

“So, you’ll do it?” she asked.

“I’ll do it. And I’ll pick you up at seven on Saturday.”

“Saturday?” she asked.

“I have a charity gala and you will be my date.”

She swallowed and my eyes returned to her neck. I reimagined my earlier path.

“Text me your address.” My voice deepened as my eyes assessed the waves of her hair over the contours of her body. The tapered ends framed her t-shirt like tiny serpents leading down a path of ruin.

I’d follow that path with no regrets.

“I’ll see you then,” she said. Her voice seemed calmer, but her pulse throbbed against her neck. She wasn’t as unaffected as she sounded.

Good.

With a nod, she left the room and I watched her walk away. When she turned the corner and disappeared, I logged onto my computer and got to work.

According to New York Penal Law, section 230, a person is guilty of prostitution when such person engages or agrees, or offers to engage in sexual conduct with another person in return for a fee. The violation is punishable with up to ninety days in prison.

Currently, there was a debate about whether to legalize prostitution or to change the law so the courts would prosecute only the person buying, but that wasn’t helpful for Sam at the moment. I had to think of another way.

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