She smiled and nodded. "Of course." She set the tablet down. “You were selected this evening.”
My brows lifted slightly. “Already?”
Madam smirked faintly. “You photograph well. You're a gorgeous woman, Gianna. It's those big brown eyes.”
I blushed slightly at that.
She tapped the screen a few times again and a new profile appeared. “Your client.”
The man in the photo looked mid-forties, deep-brown skin, well groomed, expensive suit, salt-and-pepper beard. Kinda dorky to be honest but in an endearing way.
“Daniel Cross,” Madam said. “Investment management. He’s been a member here for two years.” She set the tablet back on her desk. “He requested an intimate first date experience.”
My stomach fluttered again, but I kept my face calm.
Madam noticed. “Relax,” she said. “Mr. Cross is one of our easier clients. Polite. Predictable. Tips well. Easily pleased.”
That last part caught my attention. “I like easily pleased,” I said. "Means he's going to cum quick."
Madam leaned back in her chair with a smirk. "Yes. But the girls say he has a lot of stamina so you may need to give him a couple of rounds to satisfy him."
"That's no problem."
“Good. Because your job tonight isn’t simply to please him.” She pointed a manicured finger toward me. “It's also to make him forget the outside world exists.” Her eyes held mine.
“For two hours he gets to live in a fantasy where he is the most interesting man in the room.” She paused. “And you are the woman who chose to give him your attention.”
I nodded slowly.
Madam studied me for a moment longer before giving a small approving nod. “I have a feeling you’ll do very well here, Gianna.”
"I will. I got this." I smiled confidently
She returned it. “You have an hour to get ready. Suite Three. Chef is preparing a meal for you two. You'll meet him in the dining room."
"Sounds good. Thank you."
As I stood to leave, Madam added one more thing— “Remember…”
I paused at the door waiting for her to continue.
“We sell the experience,” she finished.
I nodded. "I got it. Thank you, Madam."
I walked out and made my way toward Suite Three which was located on the first floor. As I walked past the parlor and approached the staircase, I could see a pair of chocolate legs out of the corner of my eyes. Monroe descended the stairs slowly, her long fingers gliding down the ornate railing as she walked down.
I had no intention of saying anything to her because I wasn't there to make friends. Plus, I hadn't forgotten that cool look of indifference she gave me. I wasn't trying to rock the boat, but I also wasn't going to give anyone the chance to try me either.
But Monroe had other ideas apparently. She stepped in front of me blocking my path with a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Well. Well. Hello again," she said snidely.
"Hi," I greeted dryly.
Her sharp eyes studied me for a second, gaze staring at my feet and slowly moving up until they settled on my eyes. "So…first date, fresh meat?"
"Gianna," I corrected, looking her dead in her eyes.
