"Right…" she dragged out. "Gianna. Pretty." She tilted her head studying me again. "Nervous?"
I rolled my eyes slightly. "This ain't my first rodeo."
"Yeah," she shrugged slightly, "but this isn't one of your backyard, big-booty barbeques," she replied haughtily. "We're not just selling sex…"
This bitch.
I bit back my temper at her condescending tone. "We're selling an experience," I cut her off, lips twisted. "I know the spiel. Trust me—I got this. Thanks." I rolled my eyes. I tried to walk past her, but she held her arm out stopping me in my tracks. Now—I was trying to be civil, but I was two seconds off her ass.
"Just remember the hierarchy fresh meat and you'll do fine," she warned.
"You won't befineif you don't move your fucking arm," I snapped, glaring at her.
"Everything okay, ladies?" Wisdom strolled down the hallway calmly looking between us. Bianca was at her side, prancing over with a snotty look on her face.
Monroe moved her arm down smiling. "We're all good."
Wisdom stood next to me folding her arms across her chest. "There's enough money for us all, Let's play nice."
Monroe snorted a laugh. "That's cute." She rolled her eyes and turned to Bianca. "Bianca, right?"
Bianca looked at her with admiration all over her face and nodded. Monroe looped her arm through hers, pulling her close. "Let's get to know one another."
"Of course, Monroe," she chirped as they glided off.
"Of course, Monroe," I mocked behind their backs rolling my eyes harder.
Wisdom laughed softly.
"Has she been like that to you too?" I asked shaking my head.
"No." Wisdom shook her head. "Well, not yet anyway, but we'll see." She shrugged. "She's intimidated by you though. I can tell." She placed her hands on her hips looking down the hall where they retreated to. "Just keep your eye on her, sis. Jealousy, money, and ego are a toxic combination."
I sighed. "I'm already knowing.”
Wisdom turned back to me with a warm smile. "First client?"
I nodded. "You?"
"Yep." She leaned in, voice dipping. "The Chief of Police."
"Damn." My brows shot up. "Spending the taxpayer's money on pussy is crazy."
"Hey," she shrugged again. "At least it's going back to the people."
We laughed.
She touched my arm. "Good luck."
"You too, boo."
We waved and headed to our suites.
The suites were bigger than me and Ronnie's first apartment. I closed the door behind me and stood there for a second just taking it all in. Low golden light washed over the room from a pair of wall sconces mounted along the walls. A fireplace flickered softly across from a massive bed draped in champagne-colored satin sheets. Everything looked expensive without trying too hard—plush carpet, velvet chairs, dark wood furniture polished enough to catch the light.
The air smelled faintly like vanilla and sandalwood. My heels sank slightly into the carpet as I walked further inside, my eyes scanning the space like it always did when I entered a new space. Force of habit. You learn to clock exits and corners quick in this line of work.
A marble side table held a silver tray with two crystal glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Next to it sat a black box. I opened the lid, inside was a variety of condoms. Setting my clutch down on the vanity, I moved toward my small duffel bag that a staff member had already placed there. I had already showered before I arrived. My makeup and hair were flawless and now I just needed to dress.
