Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
But one way or another, his debt had to be paid, or it would be my ass on the line. If I couldn’t show money coming in from him, I’d find out once and for all how far my father would go to punish me.
I didn’t want to know the answer.
“Get your shoes on and follow me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Heat raced through me, and my dick started to swell again. All I could think about was Liam on his knees, looking up at me, and saying those words before opening his lips so I could feed him my dick.
“Val?”
Fuck, he’d just said something, and I’d been so lost in fantasy I hadn’t heard it.
I wasn’t about to acknowledge that. “What is it?”
“I just wanted to know if I’m dressed appropriately for wherever you’re taking me.”
“As long as you’re with me, you could be in a T-Rex costume and they wouldn’t bat an eye.”
I finally saw the hint of a smile. “I think that might get in the way of someone cutting my hair.”
6
LIAM
I’d never had such a large amount of my body waxed before. My skin was still stinging from the hair being ripped out, but I did look amazing when the technician finished. When I walked out of the room, Val studied me closely. “They did a nice job.”
I frowned. “I went through all that pain and it’s just ‘nice’?”
I felt Val’s deep laugh in my chest. “You look hot as fuck and you know it, but you were already hot. This is simply a cleaner look that sells.”
“So you’re making me into a product?” I knew better than to question him, but the words slipped out. My resentment with everything in my life was keeping me from thinking straight.
“That’s what this is.” He gestured between the two of us. “A business transaction. You know that.”
“Yes, sir.” I needed to remember that so I could stop having thoughts I should never have about a man like Valentino Marchesi, thoughts about what it would take for me to end up in his bed.
The hair salon he took me to was as elegant as the spa where I got waxed. When the cut was finished, I’d stared at myself in the mirror, amazed how much better I looked when it seemed like the stylist had only taken off a little bit of length and freshened up the layers, but my hair looked and felt lighter, and my waves looked sexy instead of chaotic.
Val was staring at me. I couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes, but I was sure it was softer than it should be.
“Why are you doing this?”
He brushed at some non-existent lint on his suit jacket. “Pound has a reputation to keep up. I need you to look like you belong there.”
“Does the club pay for all the dancers to have their hair and waxing done?”
He waved me off. “You ask too many questions.”
I studied him for a moment. He was helping me. He wasn’t going to admit it, but he was making this easier for me, making sure I looked as good as I could. By the end of the day, he was going to have spent hundreds, if not thousands, on me. I wanted to suggest that he simply take that money off my debt and let me take care of things. I could’ve gotten all these things for so much less money.
Not this quality, though. There was no way some budget place could make my hair look like this.
I looked in the mirror again. I’d never had a haircut so perfect or so flattering.
“Come on now,” Val said. “You need new clothes.”
“I thought the point of my job was to remove my clothes.”
He frowned. “You have to have something on if you’re going to take it off.”
“But those are costumes. Is that what we’re going to buy?”
He huffed. “No.”
“So you’re talking about regular clothes. Street clothes. I have those.”
“Not the right ones.”
“What do I need them for? I’m going to go to work, then put on a costume and go on stage.”
“You should have a few outfits for when you’re out in the bar. We like everyone to look appropriate.”
I stared at him. “That’s bullshit.”
“Do you want the club to pay for some new clothes or not?”
“I…do?” Who wouldn’t want new, expensive clothes, but there had to be strings attached.
“Then come with me.”
He said it like I had a choice, but I was sure I didn’t.
The first store we entered was one I normally wouldn’t have even window-shopped.
Val picked out several shirts, pants, and blazers as we walked through. I was amazed he could choose so fast.
After gathering ten or so pieces, he handed them to me and gestured toward the dressing rooms. “I want you to show them all to me as you try them on.”
“Yes, sir.” I saluted him like Trevor had, and he grabbed my arm, squeezing so hard I gasped.