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Scarlet Rendezvous

... I'm still going to invest in your company, absolutely. I was just curious about her, that's all. There's no ulterior motive here."

"Okay," she said, and lay back down on my chest. "I'm sorry. I just get paranoid sometimes, that's all. There have been guys who've pretended to be interested in investing, just so they could try to meet some of our models and actresses. It happens more than you think."

"Yeah," I said. "I wouldn't do something like that."

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. You're a nice guy, I can tell. You're in the military. You've fought for our freedom. And you know how to treat a lady."

"Thanks."

"I don't know if you're going to stick around tomorrow or not, but I hope you do. I really like you, Chad. You're a good man. I know you probably think I sleep with guys all the time, being that I work in the porn industry, but I don't. I haven't been with a guy in over a year. Then I met you."

"Thanks," I said again.

"Of course."

Mandy kissed me, rolled over and went to sleep.

***

I got up early, telling Mandy I was going out to get bagels and coffee. She was in the shower getting ready for the poolside video shoot later that day. I drove over to the Scarlet Rendezvous office, hoping to catch Carol there so I could get Sasha's phone number. I don't know why I even wanted it anymore, being that Karina was clearly in no danger. It was my paranoia and PTSD driving me, my subconscious belief that someone from my past was waiting to get ...

... revenge.

To my pleasant surprise, Carol was in the office, even on a Saturday morning. She was the perfect face for the business -- a middle-aged woman who wore round glasses and kept her red hair pulled back into a tight bun. She was the image of a sexy librarian if I ever saw one. When I asked about Sasha's number, though, I got a weird response. I was told it was unavailable, that he was a very private person, and that I needed to speak with Mandy to get the information I wanted.

"I just came from Mandy's apartment," I told Carol. "You can call her if you want. We spent the night together. She told me to get the number from you. I have Mandy's permission. Go ahead. Call her."

"I'm sorry. I don't know what you want me to say. I don't have Sasha's number or email. I can't give you something I don't have."

"Does Mandy have it?"

"I don't know. Ask Mandy."

"I did. Last night. She said you have it, that it's here in the office."

"It's not here, Mr. Franklin."

"Unbelievable." I put my hands on my hips. "How about Karina Sarsgaard? Her stage name is Jackie Rendezvous. I'm interested in hiring her."

Carol thought for a moment. "Yes, I have her number. Let me get that for you."

"Really?"

"Yes." She pulled up a spreadsheet on her computer. "Here it is. Ready?"

I took out my cellphone. "Ready."

She gave me the number and I programed it into my phone.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome."

I rushed out of the office, hardly able to believe what ...