“There’s a job opening.”
That gets my attention.
“It’s not much—” she hedges.
“Well, it’s more than I have right now.”
“Of course, you’d have to do an interview. The owner is… particular about who he hires.”
And just like that, my hopes deflate.
Kate gives me that look—the one that’s all soft encouragement and unwavering faith. “I’m sure he’ll love you, babe. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“Well, do you blame me?”
She sighs. “I know you’ve had it rough, but maybe—maybe—your luck is about to change.”
I almost laugh. Lucky? I’ve been called many things, but lucky has never been one of them.
“If you’re interested, you need to be at Euphoria by ten sharp.”
My brows shoot up. “A club?”
“What? Punctuality is important.”
“Obviously,” I mutter, shaking my head. A job is a job, but Euphoria doesn’t sound like the type of place that requires a cover letter and a strong handshake.
Kate leans in with a wicked grin. “Oh, Brooklyn?—”
I brace myself.
“Wear something sexy.”
“For a job interview?”
“Oh, trust me, you’ve never had a job interview like this before.”
“Ominous, but okay. Define sexy.”
“Nothing outrageous, just… the more skin they can see, the better.”
I groan. “I think I’m gonna have to stop you right there?—”
“Brook, it’s a club. You dress for the job you want.”
“And what if I don’t want the job?”
“Then you can sit at home and lick your wounds like you have for the past three weeks. Or you can go into my closet, find something suitable, and knock their socks off.”
I hesitate.
Kate sees her opening and goes for the kill. “If that doesn’t sweeten the deal—the pay is good.”
“How good?”
“One thousand?—”
“A month?”
