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Swallowing the last of my drink, I placed the glass down and twisted it around on the blotter. “Does she know this is where you are?”
“She knows I’ve gone for a job interview, but she doesn’t know where.”
“Are you ashamed or something?” I shot back.
“What? No. I just… she wouldn’t understand, you know?”
I nodded and sat back in my chair. She was a pretty girl. A little too much on the skinny side, but she would make men give up their cash.
“Do you have a drug habit?”
My question caught her off guard, and she stiffened. “No.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Alyse.”
Her shoulders slumped. “I smoke weed sometimes.”
“And have you ever dabbled in anything harder than that?”
“No.” I gave her a weighted look and waited. And just like a fucking ticking clock inside her head, she snaps. “Okay, look… I may have dropped some Molly a couple of times, too.”
“You use it just recreationally?”
She nodded. “Only when I party.”
“There’s a strict no drugs policy here on the premises. Would that be an issue for you?”
“No, Mr. Rivera.”
“All employees must submit to random drug tests.”
“That’s fine,” she replied quickly.
I studied her for a moment more, then dismissed her with a hand. “Thank you. Someone will be in touch to let you know if you’ve been successful. Send in the next girl on your way out.”
Alyse stood and sashayed from my office. When the next one walked in, I went through the whole spiel again. This time I was offered a blowjob, which I declined. The only lips I wanted to be wrapped around my cock were Wren’s—she just wouldn’t be on her knees when that happened.
By the time the third girl left, I’d had enough.
Enough of the bullshit these women thought I wanted to hear.
Enough lies about whether they were using or not.
Dagger walked in a few minutes after the last girl left, a glass of whisky in his hand.
“Thought you could use this,” he said gruffly, handing the drink over.
“How many blowjobs did you get?” I asked over the rim of my glass as I took a sip.
“Two and a hand job.”
I made a face. “Who offered the hand job?”
“The first woman.”
I snorted. “She wasn’t a contender, anyway. I’ll take the last woman, Veronica. She seems pretty intelligent.”
“No problem,” Dagger said, folding his meaty arms and folding them across his chest. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news—”
