"If I wanted crude jokes I would just hire a comedian, wouldn't I?"
"You would. Right. I'm sorry. A girlfriend, you said?" She brought up her iPad and tapped on it. "Any other specifics? Like occupation, nationality, political ideologies, body count?"
"I'm being very serious, Jane. I'd appreciate it if you cut it out."
"Okay. Only problem is, finding you a girlfriend isn't exactly part of my job description. In fact, it's not at all part of my job description. I help vet your women, I don't pick them for you."
"Well, she won't be an actual girlfriend, per se. I just want her to pretend to be one for three months, there’ll definitely be no actual relationship." I grimaced at the thought of Angelique and her beautiful face. Fucking someone else was probably just what I needed, but right now it was repulsive and my stomach turned.
"What? Prince, if this is about the wedding—" Jane was looking at me as if I was mad, and I suspected she was thinking of trying to make me change my plans.
"Listen, Jane, when I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. All you should be saying is 'Yes, sir, I'll get right on it’."
"Alright, sir." Jane straightened and focused on the iPad once more. "I'd like to get right on it but I need more specifics."
"I already gave them. Tall hot girl to play the role of girlfriend for three months. Put the word out. Has to be younger and more beautiful than that bitch." I curled my fist into a ball, still wanting to break something.
"So we'll need an actress, then. I could call some agents."
"No, not an actress. I don't want some vapid celebrity!” I’d held on to my anger with Andy, but I couldn’t help but letting it out on Jane.If that makes me an ass, she can find another job,I thought grimly.
Jane stared at me for a moment, and the news bulletin replayed itself in my head. I had no doubt what was going on in her mind. The words ‘vapid celebrity’ could very well be applied to me. She pinched her lips together and I felt a sudden rush of gratitude. She was giving me space to embark on this charade, and giving me time to get over my heartbreak. Not that I wanted to admit to that I was hurting over this. I suspected she’d give me a piece of her mind once it was all over. All over, and hopefully back to normal…whatever “normal” might be.
Her expression softened, and she let out a breath. "A model, perhaps?"
"No. I don't want some colleague of hers,” I muttered, imagining the embarrassment if that ever got out. “I want someone totally excluded from those circles she inhabits; an underdog of sorts."
"You are making this very complicated. We could just have casting calls. Have girls walk in and you pick which you like."
"No we can't. The tabloids would pick it up in a minute. It has to be discreetly done. And now, while my dad's working in the building. We can say we're carrying out an in-house recruitment."
"Discreet… Hmmm," Jane murmured, her eyebrows furrowing in thought. "What about an escort? The really chic, sophisticated type. And with the nature of their job, surely that would ensure discretion? Especially if we paid the right amount."
I mulled over this for a bit. She may have a point. I nodded. "Alright, that will have to do, I guess. Make the calls, get me some bios. It has to be today, as soon as my dad leaves."
"Right, then. I'll get on it."
Chapter 11
Sasha Ramirez
The message came in from Leo at 6 pm that evening.
Tonight, 8 pm at Provocateur. Limo pick up at 7.30.
Name: Andy
Age: 30 years old
Occupation: N/A
Companionship, business drinks. Dress sexy but elegant.
$500 will be transferred
Picture of client attached.
I glanced at the details, frowning in annoyance.Fuck! I have one and half hours to get ready.
