Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
My brows arch somehow even higher than they already are.
“But you were broke,” I say again, sounding like a broken record.
“I was,” she says quietly.
“Did you win the lottery or something?”
She bites her lip. “No…”
“Bianca—”
“I can’t really talk about it, okay?” She swallows, dropping her eyes away from mine.
“It’s just this new job.”
My brows knit. “A new job that you can’t tell me about?”
She blushes, looking at what look like brand new Louboutins on her feet.
“Bianca, come on! What’s with all the secrecy?”
She swallows thickly, the heat booming on her face as she looks back up at me, almost shyly.”
“Simone—”
I shake my head. “Were you seriously just going to leave while I was at work?”
Her lips twist. “Maybe?”
I groan. “Dude, what’s your deal?”
Bianco groans, her shoulders slumping. I watch the battle twist inside of her before she finally takes a deep breath and looks at me with a blush on her cheeks.
“Okay, this is a total secret, okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, of course.”
She swallows. “Okay, there’s this… organization, or company or something. They call themselves The Agency. And, I’m kind of working for them.”
I frown. “Okay. So, why is this a secret?”
She looks away, and my frown deepens.
“Bianca, is this place safe? I mean, is the work legal?”
She starts to nod eagerly but stops herself.
“Um…”
My jaw drops again.
“Bianca! What the hell are you mixed up in?”
“Okay! Okay!” she groans. “Look, it’s not drugs are anything like that. And it’s probably at least half legal.”
“Bianca,” I mutter. “What is the job?”
She blushes, looking away and playing with her cuticles for a minute before her shoulders slump.
“Okay, I’m going to tell you this, but I can’t even begin to stress how important it is that it stays secret. I’m serious, Bianca. I could get in a lot of trouble for even talking about it.
I nod, and she looks away.
“Okay, you’ve heard of a sperm bank, right?”
My nose wrinkles. “I guess I have? You mean the places people go when they can’t conceive naturally.”
Bianca nods. “Well, The Agency is kind of like that.”
I make a face. “You’re working at a sperm bank?”
She bites her lip. “Not exactly. Okay, so at a regular sperm bank, as long as you don’t have some terrible disease or horrible family medical history, and aren’t on drugs or something, you’re good to go. But that means any guy can just walk in off the streets and… you know. Well, The Agency is like a sperm bank but crazy expensive and exclusive. It’s for people who want a sperm donor, but don’t want any old guy with a decent education and looks. People who want and can afford the best.”
I frown. “And who’s the best?”
She chews on her lip. “The elite. The wealthy CEOs who also won the gene pool in the looks department. Royalty. Sports stars, movie stars—that kind of thing.”
“Hang on, rich celebrities don’t donate their sperm to sperm banks, even exclusive ones.”
Bianca bites her lip. “Yeah, well…” She smiles weakly at me.
“Maybe not knowingly, they don’t.”
“Wait, what?”
Bianca scuffs at the floor nervously as she avoids my eyes. “You know what, never mind It’s hard to exp—”
“Bianca.”
My friend groans, looking flustered. “Okay, Simone, you cannot tell a single freaking person, okay? I mean it. Seriously.”
“Okay! Jeez, I get it. So, tell me exactly what this new job is that’s turned you into a glamour queen.”
She sighs heavily one last time before she looks up, her eyes meeting mine.
“People will pay a crazy amount of money for the sperm of super attractive, and insanely rich So, you dress up, you go out with these guys, and then… you know, later…”
I frown. “Should I know what you’re talking about?”
Bianca groans. “Okay, later, aaaafter…” she wags her brows at my knowingly. “You collect it.”
My face goes blank. “Wait, what?”
“The Agency give us these really high-tech little vials. So, you just need to keep it relatively warm and get back to The Agency within an hour or so. But it’s really not that—”
“Bianca!” I hiss, my eyes wide and my face red. “That is so fucking gross on so many levels!”
“No, Simone, it’s not…” her lips twist. “It’s not what you think.”
“It kind of sounds a lot like I think.”
“Look, first of all, it’s my choice. And secondly, the guys are all insanely good looking, Simone. Gorgeous, really.” She makes a face. “I mean, no one wants ugly-guy DNA, right? And like I said, they give you these really high-tech containers for you to sneak out some of the guys’… you know.”
I make a face. “Jizz?”
Bianca snorts. “Yeah.”
I slowly shake my head. “This is what you’ve been doing? You said it was ‘half legal’. There is no freaking way any of that is legal, Bianca. I can’t believe that this is what—”
“Hey, knock off with the judgement bullshit, okay?” she mutters testily. “Like I said, this is my choice. And you know I like to go out and like to have fun with guys anyways. Unlike some people,” she mutters under her breath, looking right at me.