“Well, if you won’t take my money, then at least take the job for the weekend. Deuce called.” My eyes snap up from the floor. “He wants to hire you. Wants you there at noon tomorrow.”
He does?
“But I thought Portia got the gig.”
She shakes her head, handing me a Kleenex. “She did. But Deuce needs two girls for the weekend.”
Really? He does? Wow, this is the lucky break I needed. This will save me.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll take the job. Thank you, Lola. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“Don’t thank me, honey. Thank Deuce. By the way, be careful this weekend. I don’t want you getting your hopes up that there’s going to be a golden lining at the end of this. No matter how romantic the man may be or how much fun you have, I don’t want you thinking it means more than it does.”
She has nothing to worry about. I don’t expect anything other than a paycheck at the end of the weekend. I’m not like Portia. I’m not trying to get some rich billionaire to fall in love with me and put a ring on my finger. Already had one of those and look how that turned out for me.
“I know this is just a job, Lola. I’m not after a man right now. All I want to do is finish my degree and go chase my dreams.”
“I want that for you too, hon. Now, before I start crying over the fact that I’m going to lose you one day, go on and get yourself ready for your set.”
I stand and rush to her, pulling her in for a hug. “You’re never going to lose me, Lola. I’m always going to need a mom.”
She hugs me tighter and the tears rock through us both.
9
Deuce
“Both girls are clear,” Doc says as he enters the room.
I tip my chin. “Thanks.” I knew that would be the case, but better safe than sorry.
“Are you trying to give Hemsworth a threesome?”
I’m almost inclined to say yes because then I wouldn’t have to answer for my actions. But I will never lie to a brother.
“No. Figured I didn’t want to be a third wheel this weekend while showing Hemsworth a good time.”
“And you didn’t just pick a sweetbutt for the job?” His brow cocks.
Given how much I’m paying, that would’ve been the wiser choice. But my reasons for choosing Lauralyn go much deeper. So deep, I can’t even explain it to myself. I hate the girl with a fucking passion, but after what happened yesterday, I can’t get her out of my mind. I woke up in a sweat last night, needing to stroke myself off to get settled. My blood was running hot with her face burned in the forefront of my mind.
Plus, after what Lola shared—I need more answers.
“Nah, the sweetbutts might run their mouths and say shit they shouldn’t. I need someone who doesn’t have ties to the club.”
He nods in understanding. “Well, if you need me for anything else, let me know. Fingers crossed Hemsworth gives us the money.”
Yep. Fingers crossed.
He grabs his medical bag and leaves, and now it’s time to go inform the girls of their roles for the weekend. Portia is going to be Hemsworth’s personal escort, making every wild fantasy come true. And Lauralyn… I want to fuck that girl from now until Sunday. But first, I need answers.
I enter the private lounge to find Portia glaring at the back of Lauralyn’s head with an evil sneer on her face. It’s obvious she’s not a fan of the girl. Neither am I, which is why I don’t understand my anger with Portia. I’m inclined to ask her what her problem is, but getting in the middle of girl drama is not on my agenda for the weekend. My one and only goal is to make sure everything goes off without a hitch.
“I hope there isn’t going to be any issue between you two this weekend. Lola assured me you would be professional.”
Both girls’ heads whip in my direction. Portia unlocks her jaw and juts out her chest as she puts on that predatory smile. She made it known yesterday what she wants. It’s me she’s after. Doing this job is just a means to making me happy. And for the sake of getting the deal done with Hemsworth, I’ve left her believing she has a chance.
I told her that I’ll be taking her out next week, but first, I need her to put on the best show of her life this weekend. I gave her the song and dance, buttering her up with compliments, flirting myself into her favor as I told her she was the best one for the job. Hemsworth’s exact type. In response, she let me know thatshe would be picturing me all weekend long. She’d imagine me while she was fucking him, and in her head, it would be my name she was screaming as she came.
