Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
It’s why I’ve always been so present for Bentley. Life is too short, and I want us to have as many memories together as possible. Men can come and go, but family… that’s life.
I walk into the club during the daytime, which I can attest I have never done before. Amy was free today to babysit, and as of next week, Bentley will officially start kindergarten a few days a week, so I thought it might work perfectly for work.
I might not need Amy as much for evenings now that I won’t be working them, but maybe I can go out a little more. Perhaps a dinner a week or something, now that my pay has increased.
Dutton and I agreed on one thing among the various messages I’ve been ignoring. I’ve now been officially hired to run the club’s social media and website. I also manage the private bookings. Because this club is exclusive, there is a barrier to promoting it because it’s not open to just anyone. But then I started to enjoy the challenge, and my brain has been going into overdrive with ideas.
Today is officially my first day in the new role. I received my sign-on bonus this week, and let’s just say I almost toppled over when I saw the multiple zeros. It might not be a lot of money to some, but twenty thousand is a lot to me.
I’ve sat with the new bedframe in my shopping cart, idly wondering whether I’m being impulsive with the purchase. I’m so used to buying for Bentley that it feels strange to splurge on myself. I did, however, buy the coffee machine.
I don’t plan to move any time soon. I like my little home, and it works for both of us right now, so I’m convincing myself that buying the bedframe is totally justified. It feels silly, but I haven’t done anything for myself in so long.
“You’re here early,” Paula says with a smile. “Congratulations on the promotion. I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”
Paula came into my life at the right time. She might’ve badgered me about my tardiness, but I’ve always been grateful for her bringing me in and providing me with this job.
“Thanks. You aren’t mad I left you for the new position?” I ask.
She waves a hand at me. “Gosh, no. I was doing that job and failing miserably. I told Dutton I couldn’t do everything, so thank you for your help.”
“I wanted to run a new idea by you. I’d like to do a photoshoot of the girls to post on the socials. It’ll be for an exclusive subscription that is available only to regular members. Maybe we could not show the women’s faces, so if it’s ever reshared, the girls will be protected despite the privacy clauses. We could use the socials as a teaser for that.”
“You know nothing raunchy would get approved,” she reminds me.
“Yes, no nakedness, but I was thinking more along the lines of no faces, just their bodies and lingerie or some sexy clothes. And it’ll promote the new lingerie line at Honey as well. It’ll be to tease until they access the portfolio to buy. A lot of our customers are into feet and other kinks.”
She laughs because it’s the truth. We’ve had many strange requests during private dances. Honestly, I don’t mind being paid for a man to massage my feet. Some of the girls have even considered going onto an app for it, but because of the contract Dutton has the women sign, they can’t join any other site where they sell their bodies or anything of the sort—this way, they can do it safely.
Paula scratches her chin, thinking about it.
“Most of our audience is men anyway,” I remind her. “So we have to do something that appeals to them. Our current posts don’t do anything for them; they’re text posts and boring pictures.”
“I get it, I do.” She nods her head. “And usually, I would say run this by Mr. Taylor, but I think you’re onto something, so organize what you can, and we’ll present it to him when he’s in next. And I have the credit card to pay for it.” We smile at one another mischievously.
I walk into the office she said I can use when I’m here. I’m mostly allowed to work from home, but I’ll have to come in for some things. The only other office is Dutton’s, and I don’t plan to use the boss’s, although I’ve heard he has better cell reception.
I’m not sure how to take him.
Or even what he wants from me.
He eats me out—which he gets an A+ in—basically fires me from my other job and puts me in a new position, then demands I go on a date with him and instead shows up at my door with food when I say no. And now I haven’t seen him for two weeks.