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slim oval eyes resembled Asian or Native American heritage. The overall combination and her classy clothes must drive men crazy.
    Before she turned around and gave me one of the full glasses, I realized I’d been staring. To play it off, I looked outside, appreciating the way the sunshine brightened the room. “You have a nice place.”
    “Thanks. If you need any help let me know. I love decorating.” She extended a glass to me, while taking a sip from hers. “The interview went well?”
    Not wanting to reveal too many personal details, I displayed my best poker face. “Linc said I’d be exclusive. Is that something he does with new escorts?”
    Her brows scrunched, and she set her drink on the counter. “ Exclusive? H-he told you that?”
    Crap. Was it code for something illicit in this business? I gripped the counter, bracing for the worst and nodded.
    She dashed around the half wall and sat next to me with wide eyes. “Since I’ve been here that’s never happened.” She grabbed my arm and shook it. “Clients can arrange to be with one woman for a specified time, if she agrees.”
    I fell back in my seat. “I don’t understand. He said I’m to come to his bed and no one else’s.”
    She stared at me. “Hot damn, girl! That means you’re exclusive to him .” Her hand on my arm tightened, and she shook me again, this time almost knocking me off the stool.
    “But…look at me.” I waved my hand up and down my body. Why would he choose me over the other women?
    “I told you when we met. You got it, girl.” She shrugged one shoulder. “You’re hired and have something no one else does. So don’t worry about it. Besides, Linc’s a nice guy. He’ll take good care of you.”
    Adele’s “Rumour Has It”played from somewhere in the room. Mylaynee answered the call. A few seconds later she returned to my side. “We need to get to Forté. I’ll drive.”
    From what I’d heard about the store, celebrities jetted there to purchase casual, business, or evening wear. They had on-site seamstresses and tailors catering to every whim. Custom-made clothing designed from scratch within a forty-eight hour period guaranteed.
    Yesterday Goodwill, today Forté. Amazing how fast a person’s life could change with one decision.

    Mylaynee rushed into the store like she owned the place. A woman, about two feet shorter than me with gray hair and wearing a dark blue suit approached us with a huge grin and engulfed her in a hug.
    “Mylaynee, my favorite customer, it’s good to see you, dear. I have those new designs you ordered in the back, I’ll get them for you.”
    “Liza, this is Serena.” Mylaynee turned toward me and nudged me forward. “Linc sent her. You get to spoil her rotten.”
    I extended my hand, but the small woman surprised me when she hugged me too. Tears sprung to my eyes at the welcoming embrace. Her height and tender smile reminded me of Gram. God, I missed her so much. Before Liza released me, I wiped the corner of my eye, hoping neither woman saw the emotion on my face.
    She pulled back and observed me head to toe. “You’re gorgeous. I have so many dresses that will look wonderful on your tall frame. Have you done any modeling?”
    “No, my gram’s friends used to tell me I should, but…” My voice drifted off and I looked away, memories choking me once again.
    She grasped my hand, holding it tight. “Let’s get you in the back and have the girls make a fuss over you. They like that.” She laughed and pulled me along. I glanced at Mylaynee, trailing behind me with a huge grin on her face.
    “Smile,” she mouthed.
    When I turned back around, we had entered a large room with gold couches on the left and right. In the center sat a raised round platform and behind it a mirror that extended from ceiling to floor.
    Good grief.
    Mylaynee plopped down on a sofa, stretching her legs in front of her like she planned to be here a while.
    Great, just great.
    A lady with a clipboard in hand