Chapter 6

I snuggled closer to the body next to me in bed trying to get warm again. Their warm skin on mine was more than enough...wait skin on skin. My eyes shot open against their will and I looked at the body next to me. It was Pete. I tried to replay what had happened last night in my head, but all I remembered was dancing and the kiss. My head started pounding from trying to think and my mouth felt dry. I looked under the covers neither of us were wearing anything, our legs were intertwined and his arm held onto me possessively.

I gently eased his arm from around me. Then loosened my legs and tried to slide away from him only to have him grab me again and pull me back and wrap his other arm around me holding me tight. I didn't want to wake him. It would be too awkward to face him like this. Plus he already despises me. He thinks I'm a "Party Girl" that couldn't be further from the truth. Even though everything from the last two nights is evidence against that.

"Go back to sleep," he said. I looked up to see him starring at me. "We only have a few more hours before we have to get to work so go back to sleep."

"I have to go," I said trying to move his arm again.

"No, you have to go back to sleep," he said tightening his grip. He wasn't being mean but he wasn't being nice either.

"I need clothes," I said coming up with what I thought was a decent excuse.

"You can borrow a shirt and wear your jeans. Now less talking and more sleep." He closed his eyes and I heard his breathing slow down, but his grip didn't loosen at all. So I did as I was told and went back to sleep.

Chapter 7

"Hey wake up, we gotta go," someone said throwing a shirt in my face. My head was killing me and I just wanted to go back to sleep. "Come on don't think just cause of last night I won't leave you here," I opened my eyes to see Pete quickly getting dressed. I pulled the shirt he'd thrown at me over my head and then reached to the floor and pulled on my jeans. "Here," he said handing me a wad of money. "Don't even think of upping the price cause you set it last night."

"I what?" he didn't just say what I think he did? Did he?

"Count it if you don't think its all there, but do it fast cause we gotta go." I started moving quicker and shoved the money into my pocket. Then we both rushed out of the room and down to the waiting van where the other guys were already seated. None of them would look at me. I wanted to crawl under a rock.

What had happened last night? I mean I remember dancing and even kissing. Since when did I Nonnie Lynn Woods sell my body and to my clients no less? I needed to get away from them and fast. This was just too uncomfortable. I looked over to see Pete had a content smile on his face almost like he was enjoying how uncomfortable everyone was. I followed them around as they made conversation amongst them selves and at one of the interviews I was able to wonder off. I went strait to the bathroom. I had to get this over with as soon as possible. They all think I'm a hooker and worse yet I might as well be.

I pulled the money out of my pocket and counted it. A thousand dollars for one night, I must have been completely gone last night. I wouldn't have done that if I hadn't been drunk. I wouldn't be in this situation if I could just back down from a challenge. I put the money back into my pocket and left the bathroom. I saw a gift shop and went in. Then an idea hit me. I grabbed a couple of disposable cameras and headed back into the interview room. They were all sitting comfortably. I just started snapping pictures. Some they were smiling just let them do what they wanted to.

"I guess I'll see you guys," I said after I ran out of film. I waved and caught a taxi home, I was happy none of them had insisted. I stay longer not even Pete. As I walked through the door I was met with a sight, I really could have avoided. My parents were sitting at our kitchen table. They were talking to Frank in hushed tones. Could my day get any worse?

Chapter 8

I tip toed to the steps then up to my room. I was in desperate need of a shower and I really didn't want to see my parents. I closed my door and quietly searched for something clean to change into after my shower. There was a knock on the door. I thought about ignoring it, but that would probably make things worse.

"Come in," I called.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Frank said coming into my room and sitting on my bed.

"I have a head ache and I'm a hooker, how bout you?"