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purposely while stepping closer to her, “Well, we could go speak in the privacy of my truck or better yet, my home or yours.”
    Dylan was rewarded with his hunched reaction when Natalie swallowed hard and her eyes grew larger behind her lenses.
    “Uh, well you know, right here is fine now that I think of it,” Natalie answered, as she was about to take a seat.
    “Good. Oh wait; now that I think of it, there are a few tables in the billiard area. There aren’t too many people in there, so that would allow more privacy than right here,” Dylan answered, as if this bit of information just came to him.
    “Oh, all right, please lead the way,” Natalie answered, again politely but also relieved.
    As Dylan guided her with his right hand at the small of her back, out of the corner of his eye he could see she was fully blushed on her cheeks. However, Dylan would be lying if he said he didn’t feel that bizarre buzz again as he touched her. His large hand spanned the entire width of her waist causing Dylan to want to see what else his hand could measure.
    Come on Cross ! Just because you haven’t been with a woman in a few weeks, you need to get your mind out of the gutter and act like a somewhat normal functioning gentleman.
    They reached the tables within the billiard room and Dylan indicated for her to pick the table and seat of her choosing. He watched as she sat and crossed her pink covered legs in an elegant pose. When she was settled, Dylan took a seat two chairs over from her, appearing in more of a business appropriate seating arrangement than one of a personal nature.
    “So, you wanted to discuss a business proposition?” Dylan asked, as the curiosity was killing him.
    She took a deep breath and said a silent prayer, hoping to get the rest out while remaining calm. Natalie looked at Dylan Cross, notorious sex god and heartthrob, directly in his gorgeous dark eyes and said, “Yes, I’d like to pay you to have sex with me.”
     

~FOUR~
    O f all the things that could have been spoken from her small lips, her wanting him to have sex with her, while she paid him, was the absolute last thing he expected. Dylan had to take mental inventory that his head was still attached and that his heart was still ticking. Trying to appear unaffected by her words, Dylan leaned forward on the table and folded his hands loosely as if in prayer. The position and flex of muscles in his hands caused his well-developed forearms to move in response, while the corded veins remained pronounced and distended. He remained silent as he looked at her face trying to assimilate why she would need to go to such extremes.
    Anxiously awaiting some sort of response, Natalie watched as he watched her. She was not sure, but she thought that perhaps his pupils dilated when she told him her basic plan. But other than that momentary reaction, Dylan had not given any indication to his thoughts.
    After what felt to her like an eternity, Natalie finally cleared her throat and asked, “Did you hear me?”
    “Oh, I heard you all right,” Dylan responded, still trying to gauge why she would need to propose such a thing.
    What was I thinking? Natalie began to feel her palms sweat and the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Of all the fool brain things to say to a man of Dylan Cross’ reputation; to want to willingly be involved in any sort of relationship with her, especially one sexual in nature.
    Knowing she needed to give the whole story if she had anyway of pulling this off, she looked at him straight on and said, “Let me give you a little bit of information as to why I have solicited you for such a thing.”
    So, there was more to the story? For all he could tell, she was not a bad looking woman, in fact, far from it. Dylan honestly could not remember the last time he met anyone that was actually wholesome, and Natalie certainly was. She had a great figure and the fact that she was covered from head to toe did not hide she was womanly in any