Takeout was a luxury these days, but Saturday night pizza had been a family tradition since they were children. Sometimes they missed it if there was an event or something else going on, but they stuck to it as much as possible. It was the one non-essential item Nate made sure he budgeted for every month.
Silence descended in Skylar’s wake.
Nate leaned against the wall and took out his phone, scrolling aimlessly until he stopped on Kris’s name.
Memories of her huge dark eyes and lush curves sent twin thrills of arousal and challenge through his veins. She was bad news. The princess types always were.
But $15,000…that was enough money to pay several months’ rent. Nate would have peace of mind and time to focus on auditions. Who knows? Maybe one of the auditions would lead to his big break.
Plus, he wouldn’t mind seeing Kris again.
For payment purposes, of course.
Nate’s jaw clenched as the logical side of his brain battled with his resistance to selling his body for money. There was also the moral dilemma of seducing someone to break up a relationship.
Perhaps he was being hypocritical, because modeling and acting were, in their own ways, selling bodies, and Nate was no saint. But he had his values, and the idea of faking interest in a woman for cold, hard cash sat like greasy pizza in the pit of his stomach.
After another ten minutes of waffling back and forth, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and walked upstairs, where he scrubbed away the day’s headaches with a long, hot shower.
He didn’t need to decide now.
Kris had given him forty-eight hours.
He had forty-five left.