"How much?" I ask curiously.
I can understand rich women paying a lot of money for these handsome flirts.
"Around ten thousand to twenty thousand," James laughs.
"Although one time Caleb did sell for fifty thousand. Two women were feeling rather competitive."
"Fifty thousand!"
I couldn't imagine that number in my wildest daydreams. I haven't even seen a fifty dollar bill in years.
"You don't understand," Jim starts in
"To get us for one week is the ultimate trophy. Our women get supreme bragging rights for the entire time they have us. Our looks are above ordinary, especially Caleb's crazy hair, and we are famous among the Moonlight attendance. We are like what you would call 'trophy wives', but are temporary and also men, of course."
"The trophy men..." I snicker quietly.
"I don't know what we are going to do without Caleb... it'll be an outrage among the women," James shakes his head regretfully.
"Let's hope none of us get mated as well."
