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embarrassing,” she said as two tears skated down her doll-like cheeks.
    â€œWhy didn’t you come to me?”
    â€œWhat was I going to say? That I can’t pay my car note becauseI’m too busy trying to keep a roof over my head.” Ménage chuckled at the absurdity of her revelation. She rolled her eyes upward, batting her extended full black lashes. She then took both of her index fingers and dabbed at the corners of her eyes. “I would have figured it all out,” she told him, her voice cracking along the way.
    Jeff’s face was masked with confusion. “But I don’t get it. You work and…,” he took a look around her living room, “you make damn good money from what I can see.”
    Ménage guffawed, twisted her lips and then turned them upward. “So is that what you really think?”
    â€œSo you’re trying to tell me this is all pretend?” Jeff waited to be convinced because his wallet told a different story. By his math, she made enough money to pay all of her bills simply off what he paid her alone. The lavish upkeep of her suburban apartment also cancelled that lie. She had fifty-inch, wall-mounted flat-screens in every room, furniture that looked like it cost a pretty good penny, and her closet alone housed all of her favorite designer labels. Ménage was living good. Better than most. She had exquisite taste, and with that kind of trait, having access to money was a necessity. He would be a damn fool to believe differently.
    â€œBaby, shortly after I met you, I quit X-Rated,” she said, staring him in the eyes. “To be perfectly honest with you, I only have enough money in my savings account to get by for a couple more months, and after that’s gone, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I may have to move back home,” she lamented.
    Jeff’s face lifted with genuine concern. “Why’d you quit your job?”
    â€œI saw how uncomfortable it made you knowing that I was stripping and serving for other men besides you,” Ménage said, taking a few steps closer.
    Jeff said nothing, only relaxed his shoulders and inhaled her sweet and sultry scent.
    â€œTell me it didn’t bother you,” Ménage pressed.
    â€œYeah, I can admit that it messed with me a little bit for a while, but I knew that was your money gig. And I would never come between your money,” Jeff replied as he watched her blush.
    â€œBut you told me,” she said, placing her finger on his bottom lip, “out of your own mouth, that I was better than X-Rated. That I deserved more. Remember that?” Jeff watched in admiration as she pulled her eighteen-inch stream of Malaysian weave to the right side of her neck. “I know there’s something better out there for me.” She spoke with the same confidence Jeff was used to hearing from her in the bedroom. “Stripping is played and I’m getting too old for this shit.” She chuckled, looping her hands around Jeff’s neck. Even in her heels, he still towered her.
    â€œYou call twenty-seven old? Hell, I must be ancient then.”
    â€œDinosaur,” Ménage said with a loose laugh as her gaze settled on his. “Seriously though. You helped me to realize who I am and what I want out of life. When I look in the mirror now, I don’t only see Ménage. I see the real me. Ebony Larue Greer,” she said proudly, disclosing her government name to him for the first time. “I see an aspiring psychologist who wants to help people.”
    â€œWow, psychologist,” Jeff repeated, in shock by her profession choice. He would have never guessed. “And what made you decide that?”
    â€œPeople like you.”
    Jeff drew his neck back. “People like me?”
    â€œYeah. I like listening to people’s problems. I guess I feel like I can help them, ya know. Everyone has a story, Jeff.” She paused and measured the look in