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two.”
    “Single?”
    The girl rolled her eyes. “I don’t want that kind of drama.”
    “Well I think today’s your lucky day then.
Come with me.”
    She chewed on a thumbnail. “I’ve been waiting
in line for almost two days.”
    General admission ticket, probably. With any
of the upgrades or VIP tickets she’d have guaranteed seating. This
may work out better than I originally planned.
    “You don’t think I’ll make it worth stepping
out?” I cocked my head. “I can guarantee I am, but I won’t discuss
it on the street.”
    “If she doesn’t want whatever you’re offering
I’ll take it,” a redhead jumped up.
    “Sorry, you don’t meet today’s requirements.”
I sent her a sad smile. “I have very specific instructions for this
surprise prize.”
    “Oh.” The blonde stepped forward. “I’ll go
with you.”
    “Good.” I turned and walked back up the block
to the front of the theater where Henry had parked.
    I gestured her into the SUV ahead of me and
after Henry took her umbrella slid beside her. “So, the terms of
this contest.” I pulled out my phone.
    “A moment please, Henry.” I told him when he
slid into the driver’s seat.
    I wanted the privacy of the SUV. I didn’t
need hundreds of crazed fans hearing what I was about to propose.
Just this one was risky enough. My words would need to be chosen
with extreme care.
    “Just let me know when, ma’am.”
    “So, Mr. Walker asked me to pick a fan to
spend the evening with him, privately in his suite.”
    The girl squealed so loud my eardrums bled.
Or at least I thought they did.
    “This also comes with a VIP Gold upgrade to
your general admission ticket as a thank you for spending time with
him.”
    “Are you kidding? This is a dream come
true.”
    “There are…stipulations.” I sent her my
sternest mom face. “You’ll need to sign some contracts. One is a
non-disclosure. It means that anything that happens with Mr. Walker
cannot be discussed outside of the hotel suite. You can’t tell
anyone what you talked about, what he said, or how he acted.” I
held out the phone and she took the stylus and signed without
questioning it. The second contract I modified was a little
trickier to explain.
    “This second contract is a Sexual Conduct
Agreement.” I watched her eyes widen. “Let me explain. This means
that if, and I do only mean if, Mr. Walker asks you to have sex and
you do that it’s completely consensual. You can’t come back later
and say he raped you or anything like that. This also guarantees
that if the act happens, protective methods will be used. There are
no exceptions. It also says that should you chose to have sex with
Mr. Walker, the morning after, you will be required to take a plan
B pill, for any just in case scenarios.” I cleared my throat. “This
also protects you. You have the right to tell him no. You’re under
no requirement to have sex with him. What you do privately is your
decision. You won’t lose your thank you gift if you tell him no.” I
secretly hoped she would but by the look on her face I doubted
it.
    “So the other contact. If we have sex, I
can’t talk about it can I?”
    Smart girl. I smiled. “That’s right. What
happens in Seattle stays in Seattle.”
    She worried her thumb again. “All right.” She
signed the conduct contract and internally I sighed in relief.
    “Henry, the hotel please.”
    “Yes, Ms. Sheridan.”
    After a few seconds of silence, the girl
turned to me. “Have you worked for him long? Nick, I mean.”
    “Long enough that it feels like forever.” I
tilted my head at her. “Do you work?”
    “College. I’m Darys, by the way. I know I
printed it on the contracts but…”
    “Yes. It’s nice to meet you, Darys. Before I
forget.” I pulled the VIP bag I had over my shoulder and handed it
to her. “Your VIP bag. You’ll need to wear the bracelet to jump the
line tomorrow.”
    “Thank you.” She swung off her pack and
carefully finagled the VIP bag