Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
She looks back to me and it’s the first time I notice her eye color. When the blue in the sky is at its lightest, and the sun shines that perfect amount of light through it, that’s the color of her eyes.
“No, I’m good. Honestly, you don’t have to walk me home. I don’t live far.”
“Our girls are escorted to their cars for their protection.”
“I don’t have a car,” she says back to me while she continues to walk. Very few street lamps are on, but I can still make out the curves of her body.
“You should get one. Walking home this late at night is dangerous.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I carry a knife. I was raised by my brother. I learned how to protect myself.”
“Color me impressed.” I openly look her up and down. She catches me then stares forward.
“You can go now. This is me.” She stops out front of an apartment building, one I’ve passed many times before. One I’m very familiar with, to be exact. “Thank you,” she says as she reaches for the handle, pushing her key in and unlocking it.
Once she enters, I start to walk off, not looking back because that could be dangerous. A girl like her could be precarious to a man like me. But like a predator seeking its prey, I’m curious.
“You hired her? The girl who assaulted the customer! You hired her?” Darby’s pacing back and forth as he looks through his glass window to where she’s serving downstairs in the bar, on time and dressed in red.
“I hired her,” I say sitting back, watching him freak over something that doesn’t concern him.
He stops, turns to me and pins me with his stare. “You do realize this is an elite club. You know what would happen to her if she hurt someone or fucked up in here?”
I nod my head. “I do. She would be taken care of, like everyone else who fucks us over.”
“Good, as long as you can live with that.”
Standing so I’m the same height as him, Darby shakes his head. “You do realize the girls are my responsibility, right?” I say. “Each and every one is here because of me.”
“And you think falling in love with one is a smart move?” A manic laugh bubbles up at his words, he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Not once have you watched any of the girls, or any girl the way you’ve been watching her.” My eyes find her at his word. “See what I fucking mean? Fuck her and fire her. Because the other outcome isn’t so pleasant.”
Walking out, I don’t even bother to reply. He may own the vast majority of this place, but what I do he could never replicate. And he knows it. None of them can. It’s why I do it. Going downstairs, I check on the girls. Those not with a client tell me how they are, their hands touching my chest or my hands. Touch is what they crave, no matter how they get it. It’s what they need, to know they’re wanted.
Leaving them, I walk over to the bar, to her. She’s serving Bethany, one of my girls who’s been here since the very beginning. Bethany walks over, kisses my cheek then steps off. She’s dressed much like the other girls in lingerie. It is sex, after all, that I’m selling.
“They all speak very highly of you.” Her voice surprises me. Turning around to where Bethany left, I watch her go to the other woman who currently doesn’t have any clients.
“We treat them well. Very well.”
She nods her head and her hair bobs, it’s curly today. Ringlets hang down past her shoulders and she has on a touch of makeup. Seems that’s all she wears and needs.
“I want to thank you again. You don’t know how important this job is to me.”
“I think I do.” And I do, I checked her financials, she doesn’t have any dollars to her name. Nothing but an empty bank account and shitty lodging.
“Did you do a police and credit search on me?” She laughs.
I don’t. Because I did. Well, Echo did. He is, after all, our security whiz.
“Oh my God, you did.” She looks away and steps off, walking to the other end of the bar. I sit and watch, waiting for her to come back. When she does her cheeks are blushed. “Okay, I guess you had to do that. Sorry.”
“I didn’t have to,” I tell her honestly.
Her eyes go wide. “Do you do a check on every other bartender you hire?”
“No.”
Her breathing picks up before she walks away again, cleaning an empty glass which I’m pretty sure is already clean. Then walks back again. “I know I shouldn’t be asking, considering I’m very thankful for this job. But why? Is it because you thought I would hit your customers?”