“w***e herself out for money?”
“We don’t sell sex.” His face sobered but his lips turned up a bit at the corners. “That’d be illegal.”
“Exactly what do you sell?” She should’ve expected that answer but the man had her entire life on paper. He had to know she wasn’t a cop.
“We sell time. Companionship.” He shrugged. “Entertainment.”
“And how we accomplish those things is up to us?”
“Of course. As long as it isn’t illegal. You’ll be drug tested regularly before shifts. What you do on your time is your business but if you test positive too many times–even positive for past usage you’ll be fired.”
“Then my free time isn’t actually my business, is it?” She truly didn’t care about the drug test. She didn’t do them, never had, but his duplicity about all of this annoyed her.
“Some habits s
