Taylor burst out laughing. “I’m imagining my dad’s face if he saw me on TMZ.” She shook her head. “I don’t think we need to say anything. Let them think I scored myself a hot football player.”

His brow rose. “So is that a yes?”

Taylor considered all the reasons why she shouldn’t take him up on his offer, the most obvious being that it was the height of unprofessionalism to be reduced to bunking on a client’s couch—no matter how nice the couch or that it came with its own kitchen and bathroom. Or that he, technically, wasn’t a client anymore.

The real issue was whether she could survive the constant state of horniness she would be forced to deal with if she agreed to this.

For the two thousand dollars she would pocket by not having to stay in a hotel? Hell yes! She just had to make sure she packed her new vibrator.

Great, now the thought of using her vibrator with Jamar just a few yards away made her horny enough to have to use the damn thing right this second. She really should say no to this.

Yet, Taylor found herself saying, “Okay.”

“Okay?” It was obvious by the sheer surprise in his voice that he’d expected her to turn down his offer. Relief swept across his face. “Okay,” he repeated. “I’ll be there to pick you up in an hour.”

“Make it two hours. My ankle is doing much better, but I’m still moving like a sloth. It’s going to take me a while to get my things together.”

“Don’t. I’ll pack for you when I get there.”

Oh, sure. She could only imagine his reaction when she asked him to throw in an extra set of batteries to go along with the hardware she kept in the drawer of her bedside table. That wouldn’t be awkward at all.

“I’m not helpless. I can pack my own bag,” Taylor said. “And, Jamar?”

“Yeah?”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

He smiled back. “No problem. I’ll see you in a bit.”

The minute she ended their video call, she rang Samiah and London and said, “Okay, ladies. I need to talk.”

“Have you come to your senses?” Samiah asked. “Daniel can be there to pick you up in a half hour.”

“I’m moving in with Jamar,” Taylor blurted.

“What!” Samiah shouted.

“Girl, I was joking when I talked about you two getting married,” London said.

She explained the situation with her moldy apartment building and that she would be staying in Jamar’s pool house.

“Rent-free?” London asked. “This sounds like the perfect setup for you. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that I want to ride him like a contender at the Kentucky Derby,” Taylor said.

“Again, what’s the problem?”