She removed her phone from her pocket. What was the number for the Manoir? She had an appointment to make. Her body was already ready again as her fingers felt that woman’s lingerie.Damn her. June knew how to work – and to workher.
Chapter 7
June
“Here.” A stack of cards landed next to June, breakfast cooling before her. “I had these made up for you. Luckily, we still had the template from Holly’s cards.”
She coolly looked at the pretty cards littering the dining table. Monique sank into the chair next to June, one hand on her stomach and the other snatching a banana out of the fruit bowl.She’s looking to get sugar wherever she can now. Those first few weeks of being told to cool it on the sugar were a trial around the Manoir. At least Monique seemed to be over the worst of her pregnancy tantrums now. If she could look menacing when she wasn’t pregnant? Yikes. June was only a couple of years younger than her boss, but Monique could look like someone’s mother the moment she put her mind to it.
“I’m sure they’re great.” June stared at her oatmeal again. Blueberries and cinnamon, her favorite. She didn’t want it. “I’d rather hack Mitchell’s dick off.”
“Let him go.” Monique peeled that banana like it was going to disappear if she didn’t do it fast enough. “I’ve already terminated his contract with you. You’re a free woman, June. As free as we can call it.”
“Free and poor starting next month when his last check runs out.”
Monique narrowed her eyes. “I’m as invested as you are in getting you a new patron. We’re going to start putting word out tonight. Anyone you fancy who seems like the type – and has the money to afford to be your patron – should get a card.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know how it works.” June stabbed her oatmeal. The silk wrap around her head faltered. That ass Grace had told her to try sleeping with a silk towel on her head to keep her hair from getting tangled at night. June was tired of spending an hour a day trying to make it presentable for their million-dollar clients.If I’m charging fifteen grand, I better look like fifteen grand.“I got Mitchell, somehow.”
“Yes, and we had inquiries about you after that. Hopefully, some of them are still interested. I looked at the reservations for tonight and saw Nicholas Mills on there. He comes around here enough.”
“If they’ve got the cash and don’t bring their drama here, I’ll do it.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” Monique was halfway through her banana and slipping farther down her chair. Her stomach would soon eclipse her face.
“You do that.”
“Anyway, Mr. Mills has asked for you more than once. He fancies you, but you’re usually busy with other clients when he gets here. You’re working the party tonight, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Charm him, would you? Who knows, he might be interested.”
“Will do.” Nicholas Mills was old and homely looking, but yeah, he was loaded.
“Also, if you have time this afternoon, I need you to help me with a soft audit.”
June was about to agree until she remembered Sette’s promise to be there at two. “Wait, I can’t. I have an appointment.”
“An appointment? Who?”
“You must not have checked our afternoon schedules yet.” June rather enjoyed this. Now, if only she could get her appetite back.
“Not since earlier this week. When did this appointment happen?”
On one hand, Monique was acting silly, but on the other, June got it: afternoon appointments were weird, unless someone had a specific schedule to keep. Few wanted to rendezvous with a girl right after lunch, let alone all the way up here. “You remember that doctor from the other day?”
“Yes…”
“She booked an appointment for this afternoon.”
“Really? I didn’t think she was interested and was tagging along with that other woman.”
“Your pregnancy is making you lose your analytical edge. That gal wanted me so badly she practically lifted her skirt every time she looked at me.”
“Good job.”
“I don’t know if she wants sex today, though. She hired me to be her nude model.”
