"It just sounds dangerous," I admitted. Natalie's gaze flared with curiosity, but I was surprised to see her take a deep breath and brace herself, thinking for a moment. She nodded slowly. "I see your point. But you're thinking about the general populace, right?" I wrinkled my nose at the phrasing and laughed a little. "Uh, sure. Like…I'm not unwilling to have a one-night stand, but there's fucking and then there's—" "Hire a professional," Natalie said, sitting up straight. "A…a what?" She snorted. "Hire a professional." My jaw hung open. A professional. Hire a sex worker.
