Danni was floating around on air as I showed her the late-night menu of steak, seafood, veal, barbecue, sushi, et cetera.

She looked at me with the menu in hand and said, “It’s good having inside connections, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t lie; modeling was a high-end trade when you got in good. And just like with any other profession, top-of-the-scale salaries brought all kinds of insider perks.

I said, “Yeah, but I still have to pay for the dinner.”

Danni smirked. “You can’t have everything for free. What else would we have left to live for?”

I nodded. “You got a point.”

“Well, since I haven’t really eaten all day, how about a nice juicy steak, medium rare,” she told me, “with the loaded baked potato, and fresh vegetables.”

“Your wish is my command. And I’ll just have the warm bread pudding and a ginger ale.”

She looked at me and asked, “All you’re having is dessert and a soda. Why?”

“I’m just trying to cater to you. I don’t need a lot to eat right now. But you’ve been drinking, so you could use a little something.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to eat all that if you’re not.”

I looked over her slim, trim body and said, “Trust me, you got plenty of room for it.”

She ignored me. She said, “It also slows you down. What if I need all my energy for the rest of the night?” she hinted.

I actually wasn’t looking for sex anymore, just interesting company. Maybe Judi was right, sex wasn’t always a good thing.

I said, “We don’t have to exhaust ourselves tonight. Let’s just chill and enjoy our good fortunes.” My little outing with Nicole was all I could stand for one night.

Danni stared at me again. She said, “What has gotten into you tonight? Whatever it is, you need to take a daily dose of that.”

“Naw, I doubt if you want that. A woman likes a sour edge on a man every now and then. It keeps you guys honest.”

Danni started laughing. She knew it was true. She allowed me to order her steak dinner before we got undressed and slipped into the Jacuzzi together. It was a crafty way of me getting clean again for whatever. Nevertheless, I was no longer feeling sexual that night.

As soon as we got comfortable inside the warm bubbles and scented water of the Jacuzzi, Danni looked across the tub and asked me, “So, did you mean it?”

I had to stop and reflect before I answered. She was talking about me dedicating my loyalty to her at the club. I must admit, it was a spontaneous comment of desperation. But I was no longer desperate in the Jacuzzi. I had to reevaluate what I meant by it.

I asked Danni, “Okay, what would you have me do if you had your way with me?”

She studied the stillness of my eyes before she responded. “Like I said, I would be interested in seeing if you could have just one woman. And of course, that one woman would be me.”