Hot Pink Heels (The Street Series) by Adrienne Dawn Read Free Book Online Page B

with the escort service and she had a one-room apartment that was all her own. It wasn’t beautiful, but it was definitely a step up from where she had been when she was with Billy and for the first time in over a year, she had real hope that she would eventually make it to the big screen.
    As far as the baby was concerned, she had an appointment in the morning and then everything would be fine. By this time tomorrow, she would be problem free. Her new job started in four days and she was sure she would be up for it by then, because the procedure was not that big of a deal at this stage of the pregnancy.
    The advance she’d gotten from the escort service had barely been enough to secure the little room with the tiny bathroom, but it was all hers. She’d purchased two outfits and some more sensible shoes plus a small amount of food for her tiny kitchenette, but she was hoarding the rest of her money. She had a thousand dollars stuck under the thin mattress that came with the furnished room and she would take that to her appointment tomorrow.
    Hopefully it would be enough, but she would take her remaining $200 just in case. She really needed that money for the rest of her new wardrobe, so she hoped nothing else came up.
    Amanda was wearing one of her new outfits, complete with her new black heels. The two-inch heels were a welcome change for her aching feet, despite the fact that she really did love those pink stilettos. The simple black skirt was a tasteful knee-length and the hot pink shirt buttoned primly up to her collarbone and was both long and opaque, while still a nod to her love of bright colors.
    It had been a long time since she’d worn so much clothing at one time, but as she pulled the door of the diner open, she noticed appreciative glances from the men. It was a testament to the fact that she didn’t have to bare all to be attractive to the opposite sex. With her confidence boosted, Amanda headed straight for the counter and asked for the manager.
    Ten minutes later, she walked out the door humming, an apron in her hand and a part-time job starting the day after her first gig as an escort.
     
     
    The bed was hard and cold, and the paper gown thin and ridiculous. Amanda was exhausted, having laid awake most of the night. You’re going through with this, no matter what , she told herself. You don’t have time for a baby, even if you give it up for adoption.
    She’d chosen the in-clinic procedure, even though she was just under nine weeks and technically qualified for the abortion pill. The counselor had said it would probably allow her to get back to “work” sooner. She hoped the bleeding would stop quickly, because she was just three days away from her first escort assignment.
    Granted, she’d been told that this guy just wanted a pretty girl on his arm for an important fundraiser he was attending, which is why she’d need that $200 to shop for the right outfit. There was little chance she would be expected to do any other sort of “performing,” but there was no guarantee.
    Where is the doctor? If they don’t get here pretty fast, I might change my mind. Change my mind? Get a grip, Amanda, you can’t afford to think like that! Steeling herself against the emotions raging inside her, Amanda focused instead on the ceiling, which had calming paintings of clouds and sunny skies to relax the patients.
    Her mind drifted, wondering what her baby looked like. Mentally slapping herself, Amanda forced herself to think about something else. She was making the right decision, she was sure of it. There was no way she’d make it big in Hollywood if she was strapped with a pregnancy now, much less if she decided to keep the baby.
    She’d just be one of those single moms turning tricks and bringing home slime balls to sleep with for extra money, her son or daughter cowering in the corner while mommy “worked.” She’d never get out of the lifestyle then. No, she definitely couldn’t afford to change her