Page 14 of The Bad Husband

“Not in the slightest.”

“What made you pick this?”

“Nothing in particular. I always liked psychology. And lately I’ve been drifting toward this. I find it fascinating. What? You no longer think I’m qualified to work for you?”

His expression changes again.

“You’re more than qualified. The pay is good. I could drive you home at night.”

It’s my turn to ask.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I’m looking for women like you.”

“Are you sure it doesn’t involve paid sex?”

“Not necessarily.”

“Do I need to dance or something?”

“No. You’ll be a VIP server.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

“You need to be presentable and distract our special guests.”

“Uh-huh. So, I’d be a waitress.”

“Call it as you wish. It pays more than waiting tables. You wear a nice dress, heels, and make the patrons look at you. No one’s touching you, unless you want them to touch you, of course.”

I scrunched up my nose.

“This is not what you said it would be.”

“You’re not selling sex.”

“What exactly am I serving? Please don’t tell me it’s drugs.”

“No drugs. Just drinks. That’s it.”

I ponder his offer for a moment, enjoying the fact that I have him waiting for an answer.

“What about we do this? I’ll look for a regular job. One that I’ve done before. If things don’t work out, I’ll reconsider your offer. Would that work for you?”

A faint smile colors his stare.

“Yes, it would.”

Finally, he releases me, and I’m tempted to walk away when I realize he needs to step away from me. This is my room.

“I need to get ready for sleep,” I say.

“Uh-huh. Didn’t you just take a nap?”

My mouth opens.

“Did you check my room?”