Well, not really. Looks like Chloe's getting her own story next. Her guy's not be a Perfect Ten though. He's a Stallion. ;)

"Holy shit." I grabbed Faith's arm and spun her around to look in the direction I was. "It's him!"

"It's who?"

“That guy from the other escort service. He was there the first time we watched Joe play basketball against them. The one with the scar? I’d do him in a heartbeat.”

“You would not. You should, but you wouldn’t.”

She was half right. This time last year I wasn’t ready. I’d only been divorced for a year and was still hurting, but you know what was hurting me now? My clit. It felt totally abandoned and I needed to rectify that A.S.A.P. “I sure as hell would. I’m horny, Faith. Actually, that’s not true. I’m WELL past that stage. I need it. I want him.”

Before I lost my nerve, I jogged right up to him in the produce aisle. “Hey. You work at Studs, don’t you?”

“You mean Stallions? Yes.” He stood there and looked me over, his eyes widening in recognition after a few seconds. “You came to watch us play ball a while ago. Damn, you’ve changed.”

Well, hell. Let’s just put it right out there. “Yeah. I’ve gained two or three or twenty-five pounds. What of it?” I wasn’t really uncomfortable with my weight, but his comment still pushed my button—and dammit!—that wasn’t the button I wanted him to push.

He made a twirling motion with his hand and I figured, what the hell? I spun around for him. “Hell yeah you did, and may I say they landed in all the right places?”