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“DTFMEL?” Lia knew the DTF. She wasn’t sure about the MEL.
“Down to Fund My Extravagant Lifestyle,” Rani translated.
Lia considered that. After all, while she handled the appointments and the money in the YLG&T Club, she didn’t own the ladies. And this was the job. She could hardly begrudge them for making a living.
“We’ll take it on a case-by-case basis,” she said. “All I want is to get through tonight without ending up in the back of a police car or on the front page of theSun.”
Earl’s Daughter in the Streets, Madam in the Sheets: The Scandal of the Century...
She could see the headlines now. And the think pieces on women and sex work. And the tweets.
Oh God, not the tweets.
“All right, boss,” Jane said with a jaunty salute. “We’ll behave. Promise.”
“Another thing—let’s drop the ‘boss.’ I’m Lia. I’m your friend. I am not, I repeat,notyour boss. Right?” She grinned and nodded. “Yes? Agree with me, please.”
“Right, boss,” Georgy said.Smart-arse.
“I hear prison isn’t all that bad these days,” Lia said. “I’ll catch up on my knitting.”
Unless they didn’t allow knitting needles behind bars.
“Why didn’t you tell your parents ‘no party’?” Rani asked. A fair question.
“Trust me, I did. They are, unfortunately,proud of meand couldn’t be stopped. I asked them not to invite anyone except family. Also didn’t work. I asked them for no gifts. I’m guessing there’s a table covered in gifts down there.” Which would all be going to a charity shop tomorrow, if Lia had her way.
“Loads of them,” Georgy said. “How awful.”
Rani met Lia’s eyes. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Lia wanted to believe Rani. “Nothing’s going to happen tonight. They’re more scared of us than we are of them.”
Lia nodded. However...she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something bad, very bad, was going to happen tonight. She didn’t tell her “young ladies” that. Once they’d been her friends but now they worked for her, and she couldn’t have them seeing her rattled for no good reason.
Or was there a good reason?
“I’m sure you’re right,” Lia said, faking a smile. “Now... Escorts dismissed.”
“Come on, birdies,” said Georgy as she rose from the armchair. “Time to face the music.”
The three of them filed out of Lia’s bedroom. Gogo attempted to follow them.
“Not you, boy. Unless there’s something you need to tell me,” Lia said.
Gogo trotted back to his dog bed.
Once she was again alone in her room, Lia’s shoulders sagged. She put her hands to her face and breathed through her fingers. If she had a time machine or even a friendly neighborhood wormhole, she’d hop into it in an instant and go back about three years ago to the night when she’d had the bright idea of starting an escort agency with her friends. She’d find herself, grab herself by the arms and tell herself, “Lia, pet, you’re going to regret that...”
Would she have taken her own advice? Probably not.
Lia knew she needed to go downstairs. Guests were arriving already, and she couldn’t play the fashionably late game forever. Still, she didn’t leave her bedroom. She paced her floor, trying to calm her nerves.
As she passed her fireplace mantel, she laid eyes on a statue, a marble Aphrodite Anadyomene that had once belonged to her great-grandfather Malcolm, the thirteenth Earl of Godwick. According to family legend, her notorious rake of a great-grandfather had worshipped Aphrodite, goddess of romantic love and passion—“the one deity I have any respect for,” he’d said. Fitting, then, that Lia had this particular goddess on her mantel. Aphrodite was probably the only deity around who’d answer the prayers of a frazzled madam.
Although she hadn’t said a prayer to Aphrodite in years, Lia decided to give it a go. She doubted it would help but it certainly couldn’t hurt, could it? She found her sewing scissors on her dressing table and took a candle from the candle box by the grate.
Lia lit the candle and, with the little scissors, she cut one gingerbread-colored curl from her hair. As her hair caught in the flame and burned, she whispered, “Aphrodite, goddess of love, lust and badly behaved women, please protect your daughters tonight—Georgy, Jane and Rani. And me, too, I suppose, if you don’t mind.”
Then Lia added, “If you run into my great-grandfather Malcolm in the afterworld, please tell him he’s a bad influence.”
