Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Unless you’re not comfortable with going over these questions with me. If that’s the case, we can discuss payment and you can wait for her to go over the rest.” He searched my eyes for a moment.
He was giving me an out. The questions were extremely personal, but if I was going to talk about it with a complete stranger, it might as well be him, right? Besides, it wasn’t like I was embarrassed by any of it.
I shook my head once. “Let’s get this over with.”
He looked at the computer screen and clicked something. His eyes scanned the screen. I figured he was going over all of the things I’d written down, which made me nervous for some reason. I tried to think of all of the questions. Are you on the pill? When was the last time you checked your sexual health? Are you comfortable with touching, and if so, to what extent? Are you comfortable with sex? If so, please provide a list of things you will not do. What days are you free? Are you comfortable with a man not wearing a condom? Are you comfortable going out with the same sex? The questions went on and on, and now that I was remembering the extent of it and knew Dom was reading my answers, I couldn’t help the blush I felt on my cheeks. When he glanced over at me, I expected him to make a smart remark or make fun of something on that page, because surely he had enough ammunition to do so, but instead, he was completely serious. This was Dominic in business mode.
“You didn’t specify an age range.”
“I don’t really have one.”
“In question five, you wrote down ‘maybe’ for sex.”
“I also wrote that I wouldn’t do it until the fourth time I met with the person.”
He looked slightly amused. “What’s the difference between the first or the fourth if you’re going to do it anyway?”
“Because I don’t know if I’m going to do it anyway. I have to meet them first and go from there.” I shrugged. There was logic to it; I just didn’t know how to explain it to him.
“You do realize this isn’t a dating service.”
“Fair point.” I pursed my lips. “Maybe I should just say no to question five for now.”
He gave a nod. Clicked something on the computer. Looked at me again. “We run continuous background checks on everyone, so you shouldn’t have an issue there.” His eyes dropped to my neck. Thankfully the temperature had dropped overnight, and I was wearing a scarf, but we both knew what was underneath. “It says here that you won’t be available on weekends. At all?”
“Nope.”
“Are you aware that you get paid more on weekends?”
“Yep, but I’m performing five shows each weekend, and higher pay or not, there’s no way I’m giving that up.”
“Oh.” His brows shot up. “That many shows?”
“Yep. Until mid-December.”
“This is starting to make sense.”
“My scheduling?”
“You wanting this job at all.”
I bit my lip and looked away briefly. “Have you found anything out about Gabe?”
“Not yet, though I did hear that Tommy’s out of the country.”
“Since when?” I asked, trying to think back to my last days at Tempt. “I’m pretty sure I saw him after I saw Gabe.”
“Rumor has it he’s trying to get rid of his club and Gabe would have access to all of the financial statements.”
I sat back in my chair. “So it could be a work trip he’s on, after all.”
“That’s what it seems like.”
If that was the case, Gabe’s warning to Dominic about me would definitely have to be because of Anthony, because of how he saw him treating me, and not because of what I’d told him about Tommy’s company. That would be good news since it meant he was safe, but what if Anthony found out about his scheme? What if he found out that was the reason I’d left Tempt to begin with? What would that mean for my dad? For Gabe when he came back? My phone buzzed in my purse and I jumped in my seat. Dominic gave no reaction, but it seemed like he was curious to see what my next move would be. I breathed a little easier when my phone stopped buzzing, but it started again shortly after.
“You may want to look at that. It could be your boyfriend.”
I rolled my eyes. Telling him that I didn’t have a boyfriend was on the tip of my tongue, but I bit back the information and pulled my phone out of my purse. It was from the correctional facility. My heart pounded loudly in my ears, but I didn’t automatically answer since we still weren’t finished with our meeting.
“It’s not him,” I said, glancing up at him.
“You can answer it if you need to.” He shrugged. “This isn’t a test to see whether or not you’ll take the call, if that’s what you’re thinking. You already have the job.”