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All she needed was sex.
    She shook her
head. Then she remembered his physical condition. “Oh,” she began, stiffening
on the bed, “But you were...I mean, did you need to ...” She waved her hand
toward his crotch and reddened deeply again as she remembered she wasn’t
supposed to know he was aroused.
    Ander met her
eyes evenly. “I’m fine, Lori. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
    “Oh.” She hated
the thought of sending him on his way when he was still erect. “You can, uh,
take a shower or something if you want.”
    “Thank you. I
might do that.” He hesitated, as if he weren’t sure whether she wanted him to
take the shower now or not.
    “You can go
ahead. I’m not going to be up for anything else this evening.”
    She stretched
out more comfortably when Ander shut the bathroom door. She heard the shower
running and she figured he’d take care of his erection under the spray. Then
she remembered the pile of cash in the envelope on the table. She got up to
recount it, pulling out the amount she’d included for intercourse and putting
that back in her purse.
    She was in bed
again when Ander reemerged, looking composed, relaxed, and suavely dressed once
more. To her surprise, he didn’t grab the cash and run. Instead, he sat down
and leaned forward a little, clasping his hands. “Did you have any other
questions I can help you with? Other concerns?”
    She thought for
a moment, taking the offer seriously. How often would she have the benefit of
such an expert? “Do you have any suggestions for getting myself off more
effectively?”
    Ander frowned,
but she could tell it was because he was reflecting on the question. “What have
you tried?”
    “Just my hand.
Rubbing, mostly. I can get there, but it’s never all that good. I figured I was
just doing it wrong.”
    He gave her a
few, detailed suggestions about techniques for manual self-stimulation. Then he
added, “You should get a vibrator.” At her expression, he gave a half-smile.
“They’re not nearly as tacky or embarrassing as you’d think. I can bring you a
good one next time if you want.”
    “Thanks,” she
said, smiling in surprise at the offer. She’d considered buying one
herself—she’d even found discreet websites through which she could buy one—but
she’d been worried she’d be too self-conscious to actually use it. “How far in
advance are you booked up?”
    “Usually at
least three weeks. Beyond that, it depends on the day.”
    “Three weeks?”
She’d been hoping to meet up with him again a lot sooner than that.
    Obviously
catching the disappointment in her voice, Ander tilted up one corner of his
mouth. “I occasionally have cancellations. I can let you know. Otherwise, I
think my first available evening is two weeks from next Wednesday.”
    Lori thought
quickly and couldn’t think of anything she had scheduled for that evening. And
she figured she better snatch the day while she could, since obviously Ander’s
time was a hot commodity. “I think that would work. Let’s schedule it then.”
Feeling a prickle of curiosity, she asked, “Do you work every evening?”
    He shook his
head. “I keep certain days to myself.”
    She made
herself get out of the bed and walk over to the table. She slid the money over
toward him without meeting his eyes. “It should be the right amount for
tonight.”
    He didn’t count
it. Just slipped it into his pocket and picked up his case.
    “Thank you for
tonight,” she said.
    “You’re
welcome. I’ll see you on the twenty-eighth.”
    “I’m looking
forward to it,” she said as she watched him walk to the door—lean, upright, and
infinitely cosmopolitan. Cool and competent. A quintessential businessman with
a very particular business. She wondered why he was bald. And wondered how he’d
gotten into this line of work to begin with. Wondered what was up with him and
his father.
    She hadn’t done
everything she’d intended to do tonight. She hadn’t had