But I got my first job when I was sixteen and I was neverlate, never sick.I worked hard and showed respect that wasn’t showed me,eating shit when I had to, pulling the knife out of my back and getting on withit whenever someone shoved one in there.I got my high school diploma.I mightnot have graduated with honors but I was on the AB honor roll every term.
No matter, they saw a woman with big hair and big hooterswith a Southern drawl, a way with eyeliner and a penchant for rhinestones, andthey thought they knew me through and through.
Sure, now I was a stripper.
And I’d been a cocktail waitress.A hotel maid.A grocerystore clerk.And the hostess at a restaurant that, even though I’d been young,I still knew the majority of the clientele were scary individuals in the sensethey werefeloniouslyscary individuals.I knew I got that job and gotpaid good to do it because I had huge knockers and the ability to keep my traplocked shut.
What I was not and never had been was white trash.
Miss Annamae knew exactly what I was and she kneweverything.
I could work a rhinestone, a lip liner, and a G-string, butI was a good girl where it mattered.
“He’s also loaded,” Ashlynn broke into my angry thoughts.“Men who got money like he does got the means to get themselves some that don’tgottashake it in guys’ faces in order to make it.”
“Well, if he’s got a problem withseein’past that shit, sugar, then he might not want me even if he did expend theeffort to look at me, which he did not, but I don’t want me any of him,either.”
Ashlynn looked like she let out a sigh of relief.
Whatever.
I turned my attention back to the door.“What’s his name?”
“Daisy—”
I looked back at Ashlynn.“Don’twannaknow it to go after him, honey bunch.Wanna know it to avoid him.”
Ashlynn nodded.“His name is Marcus.Marcus Sloan.”
Oh yeah.
That name said it all even if the suit and the hundreddollar haircut didn’t.
He was class.
He was loaded.
He was trouble.
And I was a good girl.
So he’d been a good view for a few seconds.
And just like you always had to do in life, you took thegood when you got it as you got it.
And when it was time for it to be done, you didn’t hold on.
You moved on.
So I put Marcus Sloan out of my mind and I moved on.
Chapter Two
Nothing
Marcus
“Run the tape.”
