“That sounds like heaven,” I admitted. I paused and then confessed, “I enjoyed myself.”
Her aquamarine eyes turned bright with interest. “That’s great. Really.”
I nodded. “Yeah. It wasn’t—he wasn’t—what I was expecting. In a good way.”
“Clearly. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like you got good and fucked.”
“Tiffany.” I laughed.
She giggled. “Well, it’s true. You look relaxed.”
“Is it weird that I don’t feel ashamed?” I asked her. “I mean, aren’t I supposed to feel that way?”
“Says who? Society? Prudes?”
“Yeah.” I frowned. “I guess I’m just trying to rationalize not feeling how I thought I was going to feel.”
“Odd, isn’t it?”
“Very,” I agreed.
We fell into silence for a moment and then she asked, “Anything else you’re trying to wrap your mind around?”
“I liked him.”
“And you wouldn’t mind seeing him again?” she guessed.
I nodded eagerly.
“Let me give you a piece of advice. Don’t see him again. Even if he asks for you, say no. He was your first client. And I’m guessing he was good in bed based on how slow you’re walking. You like him. You enjoyed him. Let it be that and nothing more. If you see him again, it will get complicated. Trust me.”
“Did this happen to you?” I asked.
“It happens to most girls early on,” she said slowly. “If you want to do this job long enough to make it through your first year and keep your new identity, don’t see him again. Don’t even put yourself in a position to get attached.”
I nodded. “Yes. You’re right. Absolutely, one hundred percent.”
“Say it again.”
“What?”
“That I’m right.”
I rolled my eyes. There was a knock on the door, and I went to answer it. It was room service with our coffee and a light snack. I’d only picked at the food I’d eaten during my morning at The Mansion with the girls, and my stomach rumbled with hunger.
I tried to take the tray from the room service waiter, but he insisted on bringing it into the room as a matter of professionalism. He turned and then closed the door on his way out. I spun back to Tiffany; her eyes were shut, and she looked dead to the world.
With a sigh, I took the room service tray to the bedroom. I slid into a pair of comfortable pajamas and then ate the fruit on the tray.
After I finished, I climbed into bed and pulled up the covers to my chin. Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twelve
After we’d woken from our naps, Tiffany bailed on her massage and steam idea and we headed back to her condo. I needed to grab my suitcase and the few meager belongings I had left at her place.
“You sure you don’t want to go out with me and some of the other girls tonight?” Tiffany asked.
I shook my head and set my new cell on the kitchen counter. “I’m not a night person. Besides, I’m still kind of groggy even though I slept most of the day.”
“You know,” Tiffany began. “When you’re done with the training period, you should just move in here.”
“And be your roommate?” I asked with a smile. “That’s really sweet of you. You sure you want a roommate?” When Tiffany didn’t reply, I lost my smile. “What?”
“I’m flying to London this week.”
“Okay,” I said with a frown. “Client?”
Tiffany paused. “I have a job interview. At The Rex in London.”
“An interview in London? That means you’re—you’re leaving Dallas?”
“Maybe. Probably.” She shrugged. “There’s an opening to work on The Fifteenth Floor at The London Rex. I’ve always wanted to see London.”
“I—God, I don’t know what to say.”
“These opportunities don’t come along often, and I have to—”
I shook my head. “No. Of course, you have to go. Were you waiting to tell me?”
She shrugged. “It’s been in the works for a while. I told Gen I’d love to move there if there was ever an opening.”
“Well, yeah. You have to make headway while you can. I get that. I do.” I looked around her gorgeous condo. “You’d let me live here, in the home you worked your ass off for? Why are you so good to me?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Good to you? I just need someone to make sure my plants don’t die.”
I let out a strangled laugh. “You don’t have any plants.”
“See? You could get some. Make this place homier.” She bit her lip in concern. “You’re not mad? I mean, with everything you’re dealing with, I could stay. I