There’s a lot a girl could do with five-hundred dollars.
I could easily blow that money splurging on the camel-colored suede boots I’ve been ogling for the past month but can’t justify buying. Or I could book a round-trip flight somewhere warm and take the vacation I desperately need from my ninety-hour workweeks at the law firm. If I wanted to be practical, I could set that money aside in a bank account and watch it earn interest.
But tonight, I gave myself a limit of five-hundred big ones to spend on landing myself an evening with one of the hottest men Seattle has to offer.
Before you go thinking dirty thoughts, no, I don’t mean like that.
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