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Ifeel proud of myself as I make my way back to my apartment. I still can’t quite believe that I left Colton standing there, and I can still hear his chuckles as I exit, but I know I don’t want him to get the better of me. I still can’t believe I let him take my panties off again that quickly, but he really is hard to resist.
I think about Danny and his phone call and the way he’d been acting in the apartment before I’d left him and Frannie. I wonder if he is somehow getting the wrong impression, but I dismiss those thoughts from my mind. Danny is just a client, and I’m someone he can count on to help with Frannie. I’m glad he has me. And I know I need to stop overthinking everything, like wondering who Colton is going on a date with this evening.
Poor girl. She has no clue that he was just trying to fuck me. He’s so trashy. I can’t believe he had me massage him and then went down on me while I was on the phone. He’s the epitome of a player. Isabel would call him a fuckboy.
I open the door to my apartment, walk inside, and head over to the couch to turn the TV on. I’m looking forward to watching something mindless, maybe a dating show or a British murder mystery. For some reason, I’ve really gotten into watching British murder mysteries in the last couple of months. I am almost through all the seasons ofMidsomer MurdersandRosemary and Thyme. I turn on the TV and flick to BritBox so I can lose myself in the English countryside.
My phone starts ringing, and I smile when I see that it’s Isabel. I pick up the phone. “Hey, chica, how’s it going?”
“Hey there, Ella. I was just wondering how you’re feeling abouteverything.” There’s a mischievous tone to her voice, and I know she wants to say something else but is holding herself back. I also know that by “everything,” she wants to know how I feel about banging Colton. She’s been listening to me complain about him for years, so I know she’s as shocked as I am by what’s happened.
“I still feel like I made a huge mistake,” I say, groaning, the sound resembling something that would come out of an old donkey’s stomach. “You won’t believe what happened today.”
“Oh, no. You didn’t hook up with him again, did you?”
“No, of course not. I wouldn’t do such a thing,” I say, though I’m not sure if that’s exactly true. I was half tempted this afternoon. And did his going down on me count as hooking up? Technically, I think it does, but I don’t want to be technical.
“So tell me, what have you been up to?” she asks. “What happened?”
“You know I was babysitting Frannie this afternoon.”
“Yeah, and how did that go?” I can tell that she’s not really interested, but she’s still asking. Isabel is the face of politeness in all ways, except for when we go drinking.
“Fine. She’s such a sweet girl. Anyway, Danny came home early, and I ended up having to go over to Colton’s because he called me and demanded I come over right then,” I say by way of explanation. I need her to know that I didn’t just show up because I wanted to.
“Why exactly did you go to Colton’s?”
“Because he called me and made it seem like there was some sort of emergency,” I say. “He was like, ‘You need to get over here right now,’ and I thought perhaps Sam found out something.” I try not to groan at the mention of my brother. I don’t know what Sam will do if he finds out that I hooked up with Colton. I wonder if that fear will ever dissipate.
“Oh no, he didn’t find out, did he?” Isabel seems far too excited to be talking about Sam, and I wonder if she’s interested in him in a romantic sense.
“No, Colton was just being a jackass and was like, ‘Why didn’t you tidy up my place?’ And I was like, ‘Excuse me?’ and he was like, ‘Well, you’re my assistant,’ and I was like, ‘But I don’t want to be,’ and then my mom called.”
“Oh, what did your mom say?”
“Stupid Sam told her that I got my job back with Colton, so she was all excited. I was about to tell her that it actually wasn’t going to work out, and then she told me that she and my dad were going to break into their 401(k) to help me financially. I can’t do that to them. I know how tough things have been, and I know the economy sucks.” I let out a long, deep sigh.
“Oh, no,” she says. “So you pretended that you were working for him?”
“Yep, and Colton is going to pay me.”
“Whoa, like a real salary?” She sounds as shocked as I felt. “How much? A grand a week?”
“Girl, he said he’s going to pay me thirty grand.”
“A year?”
“A month.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re not like a paid escort or something, are you?” she shrieks, and I giggle slightly.
“No, what are you talking about?”
“I’m just saying, is he paying you to be his assistant, or is he paying you for sex?”
“Isabel, I cannot believe you would even ask that. I slept with him already, and I didn’t get paid, and if I did sleep with him again, it wouldn’t be because of the money.”
“So you admit there’s a possibility that you would sleep with him again?”
