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Although she hadn't given him her email address, a message from Brice Masterson showed up in her inbox two days after their date.
My Dearest Puchie:
I am writing to inform you of the rules of our little wager, as well as to set up an appropriate time for you and Tony to meet.
The Rules:
1) Both parties shall have no less than 6 hours of Tony's undivided attention and time. During these hours, parties may discuss date ideas, as well as schedule events, make reservations, and complete any other tasks necessary for said date.
2) The parties shall pay all expenses for said date to the American Express Black card belonging to Mr. Masterson, already in Tony's possession. The expenses should not exceed a reasonable level, to be formally agreed upon by both parties (suggested limit $10,000).
3) The date shall be limited to a period of 2 hours minimum and 8 hours maximum.
4) The finalized plans, schedules, and reservations for both dates must be completed by March 21st of this year, with Tony overseeing and confirming their completion.
5) The dates must take place on consecutive days/nights so that neither will have additional time for changes. The order is up for negotiation, but it is suggested that Miss Puchina go first, and Mr. Masterson follows on the following day/night.
6) Any changes to the above rules must be approved by both parties.
Please do not hesitate to contact me if there are any questions or concerns with the above rules, and to confirm in writing that you agree to the terms. Enclosed you will find Tony's availability as well. Please contact him directly at the number provided. I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
Brice T. Masterson
Janna wanted to laugh at the formality of the letter's tone. She decided to respond in kind, but with a "Janna" twist.
Brice Baby,
I'm picking up with what you are laying down, big boy, and all systems are go. That spending limit is really over the moon, ain't it? And if you're too scared to go first, I'll take pity on you and let you bring up the rear. Won't matter though, because it's gonna be a blowout.
So long sucker,
Janna "Only my enemies call me 'Puchie'" Puchina.
She laughed as she pushed Send. She liked that she could be her crazy self with Brice. Since she had no pretensions of this "relationship" lasting, she could just say whatever came into her scrambled mind. And he seemed to enjoy the game just as much as she did.
My Virtuous Miss Puchina,
Was your letter intentionally so full of innuendo, or does your virtue truly blind you to such indelicacies? You know I'd be only too happy to "bring up the rear," especially if we are talking about your delectable rear. And I thought our last date was a "blowout." Looking to relive the event? I'm always game.
Until our next "blowout,"
Brice
Janna realized she was playing with fire and shut down her email. She picked up an article she was reading and used it to fan the heat away from her cheeks. How did he do this to her? She was sitting in her office, the one she shared with three other students, and she was getting turned on by his digital dirty talk.
Closing down her laptop with a sigh, she rushed to pack everything up and hurry to her class. She was assisting in Biology 101 again and sitting through another lecture on single-celled organisms. At least it would give her time to plan for the date. She talked a big game, but she didn't have a clue about what to do to win the bet.
As the professor's monotone voice filled the large lecture hall, she let her mind drift. How did she impress someone she hardly knew anything about? Someone who had everything he could possibly want, someone who'd probably been there and done that already?
A gentle buzz against her leg startled her out of her thoughts, and she pulled her cell out of her pocket and glanced at it underneath her desk so that the professor wouldn't see her texting. It was a message from Tony, Brice's faithful assistant, telling her that he was available to meet her tomorrow afternoon. If anyone knew Brice, it had to be his assistant. Janna prayed that he would make up for her lack of information on how to please a millionaire playboy. Suddenly she smiled, remembering that she would decide the winning date. Well, even if he somehow managed to top me, I can always just cheat!