“Like…two thousand dollars a week?” “Deal.” “Wait, no. Ten thousand a week!” she blurted out breathlessly. I tapered my eyes. “Now you’re just making numbers up.” She hitched one shoulder. “Julia Roberts charged three thousand in Pretty Woman, and I think it was less than a week. That was in 1990. Just think about the inflation.” “Julia Roberts offered a hell of a lot more than holding hands and looking pretty,” I ground out. “So am I, though.” Dylan licked her lips nervously, fingers twisting together. “Sex is going to be the only upside to this deal.”
