Crap. I hadn't really thought about where we were headed until we pulled up to Patterson's building. It's the nicest place in the nicest part of the city. My laughter dies away and I feel a faint trace of regret in offering to help him. But I need the money—what else was I supposed to do?

I wanted to say yes when he asked to make me dinner. For the first time in a long time I was having fun and enjoying myself. He has no idea who I am. To him I'm just a girl who takes people where they want ...