No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 141

At dusk, I waited at a quaint little café downtown.

While I was on my second cup of coffee, my date from the blind setup finally showed up. The guy wasn’t overweight or balding, and his crisp, sky-blue shirt was neither wrinkled nor greasy. He matched his profile to a T.

I didn’t get catfished, but his being late knocked a few points off his first impression. Not that it mattered much. I wasn’t looking to date him. I only needed a stand-in boyfriend to get my nosy coworker, Conrad, off my back.

“Sorry for being late,” he apologized with polished manners.

“It’s fine. I’m not here for a date. I’m looking to hire a boyfriend,” I laid my cards out on the table.

He paused, shocked. “Hire a boyfriend?”

“Yes, I’m not interested in a real relationship right now, but I need a boyfriend to deal with a situation,” I explained further.

He went silent, and I thought he might be offended, so I added, “I’ll pay you.”

“Seems like the lady has deep pockets,” he said with a gleam in his eye that I didn’t quite appreciate. But, if anything, his reaction indicated he might be up for the arrangement.

I ignored his comment and cut to the chase. “We can settle the fee daily or monthly, whatever works for you. How much do you think is fair?”

“And what are you expecting? Just appearances, or the full boyfriend experience?” His question made it clear he was no stranger to this kind of deal.

So, I wasn’t the first to come up with the hire-a-boyfriend scheme.

“Just appearances,” I clarified. The idea of a package didn’t sit well with me.

“What about physical contact? How do we handle that?” he asked professionally.

Wow, he sure had his numbers figured out.

“Physical contact is extra. Holding hands is two hundred eighty-eight a day, regardless of how many times. Hugs are five hundred eighty-eight a day, unlimited. A peck is one thousand eight hundred eighty-eight per instance, and if it’s with tongue, that’s double.”

His pricing left me speechless. This ‘industry’ seemed more lucrative than I thought.

My marketing brain kicked in. “And if we were to... sleep together?”

He pursed his lips. “That would be eighteen thousand eight hundred per occasion.”

“So, if you take a few of these gigs a year, you’d make quite a bit,” I remarked, half mocking, half in awe.

At that moment, I wondered if his delay was because he was negotiating another deal.