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“Aren’t you excited?”
“Todd.”
He studies me. “You’re in a mood today.”
I pinch my lips together.
“All right, let’s go upstairs,” he says.
Finally.
I follow Todd inside the building and climb the stairs behind him to the second floor. He opens the door and lets me inside.
Todd’s flamboyant fashion sense touches every aspect of his life. There’s only enough room for one desk in his office, a two-seater couch, a minuscule side table, and a small coffee table. That said, the DIY decor could earn him a spot in the pages of a magazine. The light grey walls play off the furniture and accessories—either black or silver. Cactuses are his nod to nature. Interesting selection, considering on some days, his personality is quite prickly.
I take a seat across his two-tone Louis XV replica desk—a flea market find like all the other pieces.
He drops his coffee cup on his desk and takes a seat. “Do you want to start with the money or whatever’s on your mind?”
“The money.”
“Smart girl.”
It’s one of your mantras.
He moves his coffee cup to the middle of the desk. “Be right back!” He pushes his chair and disappears behind his desk.
I keep my eyes glued to the ceiling, as he rummages through his floor safe.
He emerges and drops a whack of cash on his desk.
I grab the pile of money. Come to mama. “Thank you.”
I slide two hundred dollars inside my cross body bag. The rest goes into my diversion safe. To the uneducated eye, it looks like I’m walking around with an I Love London book that’s the thickness of an encyclopedia stuffed inside my tote bag. It’s one of Cassie’s nifty tricks.
“Now that you got your money, let’s talk about the couple. Since they want to book you from ten p.m.—”
“Todd, I’m not going to take the gig.”
His eyebrows hit his forehead. “Why not? It’s easy money. You don’t have to touch a cock, tits, a pussy, or anyone’s asshole. Unlike your gig with Alistair, you don’t have to get on a plane. You don’t have to do a thing other than look bad ass!”
Cold sweat beads at my temple.
“I can’t take the gig,” I repeat.
“What the fuck?”
I chew on my lower lip. “It’s about your cardinal rules…”
Leaning into his desk, he narrows his eyes in a menacing sliver. “You better not tell me you fell in lust, or worse, in love with a client.”
Chapter 28
Sofia
I bunch up the sandwich wrapper into a ball and drop it in the bag. “Thanks for lunch,” I tell Cassie. “It was delicious and it hit the spot.”
Green eyes meet mine. “It’s my pleasure.”
