"Start charging other people," she suggested. "Make 'em line up. And I want five percent 'cause it was my idea."

"A-ha!" Pam announced, finally finding a crumpled twenty-dollar-bill. She shoved it at Jack.

And then, she was going to lean in, to press her tongue against his arm, starting at the wrist. He'd said no pervy stuff with the fingers, so she was gonna skip his hands altogether. She'd paid good money to lick those biceps. No getting called off on a technicality.