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So I’d violated the rules. Joanie was supposed to be on the circuit now, banging my buddies as she flew around the United States. Her extended stopover in New York was wrong. Illegitimate. Off limits.
But fuck if I cared. So what were they gonna do?
Make me pay a fine? No prob bro, charge me double. I got more where that came from.
Boot me from Elite Air? Please assholes. I’m one of the founding members. It’s not that easy to vote me off the island.
Take Joanie away from me? Naw, not possible. Finders keepers, and I had her with me in New York now.
Hell yeah.
I was gonna have a ball.
I was gonna make sure she had the time of her life.
Because the brunette’s something special. There’s a sweet air to the girl despite everything that’s happened. Most females we’ve worked with in the past become total hos within hours. They’ve got the make-up spackled on like a clown, extensions clumpy on their heads. They’re all about the cheesy smiles and fake tits, all the while eyeing our wallets.
Hey, I don’t blame them. We don’t mind women who want to make a buck. That’s what we pay them for after all.
But Joanie wasn’t that at all. First, her motivations were completely different. The girl was put in this position because of financial difficulty, not because of choice. College costs an arm and a leg these days, so it was smart to save up before taking on a load of student debt.
Second, the brunette had different aspirations. Yeah, most girls we work with are wannabe actresses and models. And believe it or not, some ladies even want to be porn stars, baring their all to the camera for cash. We don’t judge. We don’t say what’s right and wrong, you live your own life. And if they hit it big, then goodie for them.
But Joanie’s not like that at all. In fact, I don’t think she’s ever considered a career in front of the camera. Instead, this girl wants to be a research scientist, working with mice and rats and god knows what else in a cold, sterile lab. It sounded bad to me, but hey, I have to respect her for it. I have to respect someone who’s willing to put their nose to the grindstone, studying for years and years just to work with test tubes.
Because it’s not easy for a woman. Science is male-dominated, everyone knows that. There isn’t exactly an established path for female chemists, but Joanie wanted to try. She wanted to walk her own way, and we were going to help her do it. How exactly isn’t clear yet, but we’re six CEOs. We can make things happen.
As I mused, big form draped on a couch, the brunette appeared in the doorway. Her hair lay in damp ringlets around those slim shoulders, cheeks rosy and scrubbed clean. Hell, she was insanely beautiful. Ripe and round, dressed in a fluffy white robe.
Patting her hair with a towel, the brunette shot me a smile.
“Nick, I don’t have any clothes,” she said. “All my uniforms are wrecked, they’re stained and torn.”
I grunted.
“No worries sweetheart. We can wash them here, I have a housekeeper. She’ll mend your stuff as well.”
Joanie nodded.
“Thanks, but what do I wear now?” she asked teasingly. “I can’t just wear a robe while in New York. This is a city of stylish folks. I need to be dressed to the nines.”
That was true. Manhattan is the center of fashion in the United States, and it was common to see ladies strutting about in outfits that cost six figures. I wanted the same for Joanie.
“We’ll order you some clothes, sweetheart,” was my growl. “We’ll get whatever you want.”
She blushed again.
“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Joanie responded. “But my first questions still stands. What do I wear today?”
And honestly, I had no clue. Fashion has never been my forte. Getting dressed is simple. I order a dozen suits every s
eason from my tailor. He cuts the shit from whole cloth, draping the fabric so that it highlights my powerful frame.
But when it came to women’s clothes? Who knew? So in a minute, I was up, striding to the closet in the foyer.
“Nick,” Joanie called after me. “Where are you going?”
A solution was at hand. This was terrible, but there was a fur jacket in the hall closet, left over from one of my lady friends a long time ago. Okay, maybe not so long ago. It’d been a month. But still, Katrina was long gone, I’d paid her off. Her fur jacket was mine now.
