Miquela opened her hand and saw a card announcing June’s availability for a patron.Bidding begins next week, huh?A woman who acquired bids. What a woman, indeed. “What are you trying to say, exactly?”
June wrapped both arms around her, giggling. “That I like you and would like to see you more often. Not many give it to me as good as you do.”
“You must say that to all your clients. Especially the women. We feel like we have something to prove.”
“Nope.” June released her. “Think it over, though, would you? Even I have to hustle to make my income. A girl around here without a patron is a sad thing.”
“I will think about it. If only so I can take you out in my cars and on my yachts.”
She batted her eyelashes. “To Monaco? I wanna see Monte Carlo.”
“We could go wherever you want.”
June excused herself to the bathroom, but Miquela would soon be gone. She bid farewell and promised to see her again soon. After a night like last night… There wasn’t a spot on that woman’s body that wasn't touched by Miquela in some fashion. She didn’t even decline to have Miquela rub her fingers in more unconventional spots. If anything, it made June come harder.
I’ll bid on you, June. Miquela headed downstairs and picked up her coat. Once I have you, will I be able to let you go down the line?Such thoughts did not become Miquela Bolivar.
Chapter 10
June
“Where the hell is she getting this figure?” Monique flipped over a paper and stared at the chicken scratch handwriting. She then flipped it over again, glaring through her wireframes. The only time Monique Warner brought out the spectacles was when it was soft audit time.
The taxes for the previous year were done and filed already, but the madam of the Manoir insisted on doing a soft audit every quarter. By “soft audit,” that meant going through the numbers her employees submitted and making sure they added up. While June and the others kept lots of shit off the books, there were things they were expected to submit to Monique for auditing. June went ahead and submitted all on-the-book favors, but kept other things in her own pocket. That was one of the things Madam Monique did not like… even though everyone did it when they felt like it.
As head-girl of the Manoir, June helped with the soft audits. That sunny Monday morning was spent in the madam’s office, going over figures and discussing who was doing the best. June was the only one who was ever privy to such delicate information, even though she didn’t know everything. For instance, she had never audited Grace and had no idea how much money that woman was pulling into the business.
“Seriously.” Monique held up a paper labelled HOLLY JONESMITH in front of June’s face. “Every time I add this up, I come out three hundred dollars beneath her self-reported figures. Where is that extra three hundred coming from?”
June scanned Holly’s atrocious cursive handwriting, looking for the extra figures that apparently were not adding up. “There.” She pointed, and Monique jerked the paper back to see for herself. “Services rendered two months ago. Someone named Granith. Or Grant. Can’t tell.”
Monique growled before slamming the paper on her desk.Someone is hormonal today.Ever since she announced she was pregnant two months ago, Monique had released the hounds within her. Before, she had been a model of propriety, even in private. Now, she had gained a barrel full of confidence that she didn’t know what to do with. June was used to it now. In fact, she found it amusing.Finally, she’s on my level.
“What the fuck is NC?”
“North Carolina?”
Monique was less than impressed with that answer.
“You know what it means.”
“I was hoping it did not stand for a lack of prophylactics.”
Here we go.“She’s still new and dumb. She probably forgot that’s not allowed.”Hypocrite, hypocrite, I am such a hypocrite.“I’ll talk to her.”
“See to it that you do. I will not risk any of you spreading God knows what to everyone of means in the region.”
“Uh-huh.”
Sighing, Monique tossed Holly’s folder onto the other side of her desk and rubbed her forehead. “Here I was thinking of remodeling one of the guest rooms and getting a new girl. Not if we can’t keep the new one we have from screwing us over.”
“Really?” That was news. “Are we that busy now?”
“You’ve seen it on the front lines. Even on slower nights, most of you have one client.”
“That’s true. Still, didn’t think you would be ready to take care of six girls.”
“It would still be a ways away, but I feel like we’re leaving more money on the table by not having a bigger on-site staff. These days, I have to hire more temporary girls for the parties we’re throwing.”
