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Even though Seidi deals in the immoral and sinful, she’s too fucking classy for him.
“I heard clients can perform with the cast?” Johnny asks, his brows lifting in excitement.
I look at him. “That’s for members only. Don’t forget, you’re attending as my guest. Which means you can look, but you can’t touch.”
“Ah, I see. Well, we must follow the rules, right?” Again, he gives me a gold-filled smile. “I will see you tomorrow night.”
As Gustavo escorts him out, I get a chill up my spine. There’s all sorts of bad in my world. I’m so accustomed to it I’ve become numb. Every once in a while, however, I meet someone with a little extra evil. Johnny strikes me as that.
But he’s not my problem. And if he’s smart enough, he’ll never be.
10
ANDIE
That isn’t me. The sex goddess in the reflection—the one with glossy red lips, a sleek high ponytail and a tight red dress, with long sleeves and a turtle neck made of lace that only pretends to hide the pale skin beneath, and a skirt so short it makes my legs look long—isn’t me.
At least, it’s impossible to believe it is.
I turn my foot and peer at the three-inch red Louboutins. I’m not sure how much these cost, but it’s definitely more than I would ever have spent on myself. Not to mention the makeup.
When Erik showed up with a suitcase full of goods, including the dress I was fitted for earlier, and saw me, he squealed, “Oh, honey, we’re going to have fun!”
He certainly seemed to enjoy himself, humming and chatting my ear off about his boyfriend and his upcoming wedding plans. All the while, my anxiety grew.
“Do you know where Gavin is taking me?” I asked him.
Giving me an amused glance, he said, “It’s Gavin, is it?”
“That’s what he asked me to call him. Does he not do that with other girls.”
“I wouldn’t know. You’re the first he’s called us up for.” He sprayed my hair for the hundredth time. “All I can tell you is, he wants a ponytail. One can only guess why?” He arched a thin brow.
“Why?” I frowned at him.
He giggled. “Honey, if you don’t already know, you’re going to find out tonight. Ooh, he’s going to fucking love it!”
I subconsciously reached for my hair and stopped the moment the memory of Gavin fisting it hit me. My cheeks heated and Erik laughed harder.
“Exactly,” he said.
Now I’m standing in front of the mirror that hangs over the table by the elevator as I wait for Gavin to come pick me up and take me out on a real date, and all I can think of is the fact that he specifically asked Erik to put my hair in a ponytail so he can pull it while he fucks me.
It’s a contradiction. On the one hand, he’s treating me like one of the many girls I envied every time I saw them hanging from his arm, going to some expensive restaurant or to the theatre. On the other, he’s reminding me that I’m here for one reason. To get fucked.
No matter how I look at it, I’m a whore in a red dress. Like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. The irony of it doesn’t escape me. This might resemble a movie, but it’s real life. In this story, I won’t end up on a balcony with him making his way to me, a bouquet of flowers in hand.
But I will end up with enough money to leave this town. That alone will make it all worth it.
And the fact that I like it? That I like that he’s already planning how he’ll fuck me? That it makes me wet to think of him inside me, stretching me, making me ache?
“I’m so fucked,” I say and shrug.
Just then, the elevator dings and the doors slide open. Through the mirror, I see Gavin step inside, already dressed to the nines in a tailored black tuxedo.
I turn to him and he pauses when our eyes make contact, his blue gaze going from intense to nearly feral. “You look good enough to eat.”
“Thank you. You look handsome as well. Where did you change?”
