Second thoughts

You wake up to the sound of a zipper being pulled. It's still a little dark outside and the sun is only just coming out as you open your eyes. It takes you a while to see the slender figure at the foot of the bed looking around on the floor. It's Taylor and she's wearing a pair of tattered designer jeans while topless. She seems to be looking for her bra and top, then she pauses and looks at you when you sit up in bed.

"Taylor? What's going on? Come back to bed. It's early," you mumble.

"I... No. Sorry, John. I can't do this. I've changed my mind," Taylor says, walking around the bed and still looking for her clothes.

"Wait, what?!? But you were so excited...?" you say, trying to wake up and understand what's going on.

"I can't do this. I don't know, maybe I was too rash yesterday when that girl, Abby, came to me with the deal. I don't need all of this... It's nice, but I want to live my own life, not be one of what, 30 women, who get to rotate with you."

"But you signed a contract."

Taylor gives up on finding her own clothes and settles for your wrinkled shirt on the floor. She puts it on and starts to button it.

"I... I'm sorry."

"It's legally binding."

"And what? You're going to sue me? If you push me, I'll go to the media about it. They're going to be swamping this place and then what's going to happen to your sweet deal, huh? Please, I made a mistake, let me just go and we'll chalk this up to a night of fun, okay?" Taylor's already heading for the door and you realize you have to do something soon.