Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“How would you like me to be?” I ask with a sultry smile. I glance past him to find Mike staring at me, eyes wide, mouthing “no” to me. Confused, I look back at the stranger. Sure, he’s dressed in a nice suit, wearing an expensive watch. Hell, even his shiny shoes scream wealth, but he’s just a pretty boy, and all boys go weak at the knees for a little bit of attention.
“I’d like you to be more…” He trails off as he puckers his lips, trying to think of the right word.
“Mr. Taylor.” Paula hurries over and stands next to him, her gaze flashing worriedly between us. “I see you’ve met Posie Quinn, one of our best. I know you requested Samantha, but she hurt her ankle on stage just now. I can guarantee Posie will be just as amazing.” I’m so confused at first, then his gaze rakes down my body before he nods, as if barely approving, and walks off. When he does, I turn to Paula.
“Okay, he seems like a total ass. Did Samantha seriously hurt her ankle?” Must’ve been the flip.
Paula gasps, and before she can speak, the man interrupts me from behind. “Yes, a total fucking ass who is about to pay you a lot of money.”
Shit. I really should have checked he was gone before I said that out loud. Turning, I find him already walking off. Paula pulls me by the arm and drags me backstage.
“Do you know who you just insulted, Posie? Please check yourself before entering that room, because it’s full of powerful men. Clients you haven’t entertained before.”
My eyebrows dip. “Who is that, the fucking president or something?”
“No. Worse. He’s your boss.”
CHAPTER 2
Dutton
Entering the private room, I find my clients seated and waiting with drinks in their hands. There’s a buzz of energy in the air as they wait with anticipation. When I want to win a business deal, I always bring my clients here because I know this will close it; men are always more inclined to say yes when beautiful women are around.
The door opens, and in she walks. The one with the sickly-sweet smile but sharp tongue. With every seductive word she said, her eyes were screaming for me to go fuck myself, and I don’t tolerate anyone who doesn’t either have immediate respect, lust, or fear in their eyes after meeting me. As far as first impressions go, Posie’s wasn’t great. The main thing I got from her was that she has a bad fucking attitude.
I’m aware she’s one of the new girls, but every time I’ve come in since she was hired, she’s been off, and as far as I’m aware, she’s been working here for months. I don’t tend to fraternize with the girls, but I do like to meet them to make sure they’re up to my standards, such as not taking drugs or being affiliated with anything that might look bad for my business. Paula has hired a few girls in the past who had drug issues, and we helped them with rehabilitation programs.
Posie’s golden gaze meets mine as she comes farther into the room. Her long blonde hair is down in waves, and the pink lingerie she’s wearing is cheap. All the dancers and waitresses here are offered access to my father’s lingerie store for work purposes at a very generous discount. The store is exclusive and carries the best items in the city. Clearly, she hasn’t made use of that offer, and her half-assed approach irritates me.
Her gaze quickly moves on from me as she saunters into the room with that fake smile plastered to her lips. She takes a moment to scan the room, then approaches the nearest man, running her hands along his chest as she looks down at him and asks him what he would like to drink. It’s not her job to only offer drinks, but it warms up the clients.
“Dance,” he commands, not even bothering with a drink. She giggles, and I know it’s fake because I know sharp-tongued women like her. But she’s good at what she does, stepping back and turning around to show him her ass. She pushes it out and bends over to touch her ankles, looking back over her shoulder at him.
This promiscuous little vixen would rather be gouging this man’s eyes out right now.
“Do you like what you see?” Her voice is sultry. The man nods approvingly, and I sit, grinding my jaw as I watch her. I’m not sure why it agitates me so much. Perhaps because she wasn’t the original girl I requested for tonight, and I don’t like plans changing at the last minute.
She pushes his hand away when he reaches out to touch her, and then she moves on to the next man. She touches everyone, smiling as they stare at her body and not her face. I can’t blame them; it’s bewitching how her waist pinches in and gives her the perfect hourglass figure. Her ass is high and firm, her legs toned, and her breasts are more than a handful.