“Yeah, well, you can’t afford me.”
“Got that right. But I do like the benefits.”
She turned to him. “Yeah? Why? You feeling a bit frisky?”
“I could go for a quickie.”
“Come on,” she said, rolling her eyes as if in exasperation, though they both knew she was kidding. “If I have to, I have to.” She took his hand and tugged him to his feet.
“Hey, it’s all part of doing business.” As per their agreement, he handed her a dollar before they went into the bedroom. Wendy felt the little thrill she always got when a man paid her for sex.
She paused and took his face in both hands. “You know I really appreciate what you’re doing for me, right?”
“Of course. I know that leprechaun can be a real bastard sometimes.”
She nodded and pulled her dress off over her head. “I’m all yours. You’ve earned it.”
* * * * *
Halfway around the world, in a small antique shop in the Paris suburb of Saint Denis, a small ceramic sculpture attracted the attention of Bridget D’Arbo, an attractive blonde in her late twenties. It was an odd little thing, she thought, but it had a certain charm. She picked it up and noticed how the little leprechaun appeared to be laughing at her, as if he had some kind of joke to share. She felt drawn to it.
“How much for this?” the Frenchwoman asked the shopkeeper.
“Oh that’s very rare. Nineteenth century, I’ve been told.” He quoted a price that seemed quite reasonable to her.
“I’ll take it,” she said impulsively. “I’m not sure if it will fit into my décor but I feel it belongs somehow.”
“I’m sure you’ll know just what to do with it,” the shopkeeper said. “I’m told it will bring luck to whoever owns it.”
“Really? That’s funny. I’m sure my roommate will be pleased to hear that, she could use a little luck—with men, that is!” She laughed. “In fact, we both could.” She handed over her credit card.
She watched as the shopkeeper wrapped the ceramic in paper and put it into her bag. For some reason, it gave her a little thrill, like a jolt of static electricity.
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