A bet. It’s not one I’d take usually. But Aron Wolfe just made $4 billion, and he says I’m the brightest part of his day. Maybe I’m naive to believe him, but as an exotic dancer, I’ve heard every line in the book.
But I’ve never gone home with a man before. And I’ve certainly never considered letting one have me unprotected. If I win the bet, he said he’ll give me a million bucks. So why am I hoping I’ll lose the bet?