by Nikki Chase
“Okay, fine. It wasn’t nothing. He was condescending and entitled. He acted like he’s superior. He treated me like an idiot.” The red-hot anger in my chest flares up again, the fire kindled by Katie’s comment. Now I remember all the infuriating things he said, the words I’ve been trying to forget all day.
Good girl. Like I’m his damn dog.
“Well, he is superior, if you think about it. Let's see. Caine Foster is rich, hot, and he practically holds Dr. Pratt’s balls in his hands. In what way is he not superior?”
“Why would he have Dr. Pratt’s… Why would he have anything to do with Dr. Pratt?”
“Oh, Daisy. You sweet summer child. You can't even say balls.” Katie grins. “It's not even technically a bad word. Even kids say balls all the time. Hell, they play with balls.”
I grimace. “That's...disturbing.”
“What? That kids play with balls?” The grin on Katie’s face widens.
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“Oh, Daisy!” Katie gasps and places a hand over her mouth. “Honestly, that is nasty. Get your mind out of the gutter, young lady.”
I give Katie a flat stare. With impatience, I ask, “What's the connection between the Chief of Medicine and the asshole?”
“You're no fun today.” Katie sighs. In a low, gossipy tone, she says, “The hospital got into big debt when we built the new wing, which was Dr. Pratt's idea. We almost had to abandon the project halfway through because the construction ended up costing way more than expected. The Foster family bailed us out.”
“That's crazy, that a family can be that rich.”
“Right?”
I nod. “I feel bad for Dr. Pratt now.” I know how it feels to be chained down by debt and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
“Why? It's not like he has to pay them back. They saved his ass.”
“Yeah. And now they own his ass.” I know how debts work. They're never free.
“I guess,” Katie admits. “But all he has to do is give them preferential treatment occasionally, when they need medical attention. It's a small price to pay for a new hospital wing, don't you think?”
“No, he just sold the dignity of the entire hospital. Now we have to do what they say, no matter how crazy the request, or how rude they are.”
Katie narrows her eyes at me. “What exactly did Caine Foster ask you to do?”
I pause, hesitant. I know Katie’s not going to get it. She had to be there to see it for herself to get it.
“He skipped the line, and he wanted me to call someone who's in charge,” I say.
“That's it? Jesus, the way you act, I thought he wanted your firstborn.” Katie breaks into another grin and adds, “Or your virginity.”
“Hey! Not so loud.” I look around to check that nobody's heard what Katie has just said.
I'm already twenty-one, and it's embarrassing that I’m still a virgin. I feel like people would treat me differently if they knew.
“Word on the street is, Caine Foster is an absolute beast in bed. He knows what he’s doing, if you know what I mean.” Katie moves her eyebrows up and down to emphasize her point. She takes a deep breath, stares into the distance, and lets out a dreamy sigh. “Oh, what I wouldn't give to have my first time be with a guy like Caine Foster.”
I roll my eyes. “That ship has sailed, a long time ago.”
“Ouch!” Katie winces and looks me in the eyes. “Words hurt, Daisy.”
It's my turn to grin. I don't know when it happened, but talking to Katie has cheered me up after all. I still hate Caine Foster's guts, but now I'm mostly wondering how nice it would be to have that kind of money.
“God, the number of problems I could solve if I just had enough money…”
“Hey, Daisy, you still need money?” Katie pops her head into my room as she leans on the door frame.
“Err... Hello, have we met?” I look up from Jack’s homework, lean back on the headboard, and squint at Katie. “I always need money.”
“Good.”
“Good?” I frown.
“Yeah. I mean, I have good news for you… But only if you still need money. And since you do, well, I have good news for you.” Katie grins and beckons with her hand. “Come outside.”
I glance at Jack, my twelve-year-old brother, who’s playing a game on my old phone while sitting in front of the cheap particleboard desk by the small window, the only window in the room. “Hey, you have five more minutes to play and then you need to finish this homework, okay?”
He grunts in reply, not even bothering to look up.
I roll my eyes. Teenagers.
It wasn’t too long ago that I was a teenager myself, but I had to grow up quickly, considering my childhood.
I started working really hard as soon as it was legal for me to get a job, so I could move out of Mom’s as soon as I turned eighteen. Then, I continued to bust my ass so Jack could move in with me.
I didn’t want him to have to endure Mom’s verbal abuse longer than he had to, or deal with her lousy boyfriends. Sure, nobody ever beat us up or anything, but that woman doesn’t have her shit together and shouldn’t have had kids. I know what hell it is to live with her.
Now that Jack’s here, he can actually play and study in peace. I ruffle his hair as I get up and walk away before he can swat at my hand.
Outside, in the living room, I join Katie on our second-hand Ikea couch. The seat is hard and sagging from years of use. There’s no give when I plant my butt down on it.
Katie’s grinning from ear to ear, which is always a bad sign. Whatever plan she has in her head, it must be diabolical.
“So, what’s your big idea? Rob a bank? Mess with an old lady’s will so we’ll inherit all her wealth?”
“Have some faith in me, Daisy. I would never hurt another person. First, do no harm, remember?” The grin remains plastered on Katie’s face, which doesn’t instill me with much confidence in her good will.
“Alright, let’s hear it.” I take a deep breath. This can be anything.
Over the years, Katie has tried to convince me to get matching tattoos, TP the house of the ex who cheated on her, and join a few other students in streaking across the campus.
I said no to all those things because I didn’t want to get sent to jail. I mean, if I have money problems now, how much more difficult would life be with a criminal record?
I have to admit that my life would’ve been a lot less interesting without Katie’s crazy ideas, though. Not all of them are completely stupid or downright dangerous.
I enjoyed crashing house parties and getting black-out drunk for free multiple times. I also joined some guys Katie knew on their road trip to Tijuana—for free, again.
Katie always has way more friends than I do, both because I’m always busy working and because it takes time for me to warm up to someone. I’d have no social life without her.
I brace myself.
“Okay. You know how I’m saving up for the Europe trip?” Katie adjusts her position and leans closer conspiratorially
“You only talk about it, like, seven times a day.”
“Okay. Good. So. Um, I'm just going to say it.” Katie takes a deep breath. This is not a good sign. A sane person about to deliver a sane idea doesn't get that nervous. “Lingerie waitress.”
“What?” I can't believe what I’m hearing. Even by Katie's standards, this is crazy.
“Lingerie waitress,” she repeats.
“I heard you the first time. I just can't believe you're actually considering this. Isn't that, like, illegal or something?”
“It's not prostitution, Daisy.” Katie rolls her eyes. “It's just like any of your other waitressing jobs, only you do it while wearing lingerie.”
“I can be a waitress elsewhere.”
“Sure you can, but do any of those other jobs pay $5,000 per night?”
My eyes widen in shock—and greed, too, I suppose. I raise my hand and hold up my palm, all five fingers out
stretched. “$5,000? Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.” Katie’s eyes shine with excitement. She knows she’s caught my interest.
I mentally make calculations in my head. I think about the bills, the debts, the due dates, and the portion of my pay check that will be left after taking care of the essentials like rent and food.
I could really use the money.
“Don't think about it too much. This is a no-brainer. That's a crazy amount of money for one night’s work. If you think about it, it's just like working at Hooters, except you wear a little less clothing.”
I turn to look at Katie like she’s a genius. “You're right. I didn't see it that way. Yeah, it is just like working at Hooters. What's wrong with that?”
“Nothing,” Katie says.
“Nothing,” I parrot. Is this starting to sound not-crazy or have I gone crazy?
“We're really lucky with the timing. They don't usually have vacancies because the job pays so well, but they just had a bunch of girls quit and now that it's party season, they're overwhelmed and understaffed. An opportunity like this doesn't come often.” Katie levels her gaze at me. “So, you're in, right?”
“No, wait. I mean, give me some time to think.”
“The party's tomorrow night. I know you're not working tomorrow, so it's perfect.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. That's why they urgently need girls,” Katie says.
“Are you sure there won't be anything...weird?”
“Well, depends on what you consider weird. Knowing you, you’re probably worried about safeguarding your precious virginity.” Katie rolls her eyes.
“It’s not precious, Katie. It just hasn’t happened yet. That’s all.”
“Okay. Whatever. Since we’ll basically be walking around in our underwear, talking to men, some of them are probably going to try something. Like, you might get offers. But there’s security.
“To be honest, I do know a couple of girls who have actually taken the men up on their offers. They did it out of their own free will and they got paid really well. These men are super rich. If you’re interested, you may be able to charge a premium for your virginity.” Katie grins and raises one eyebrow.
I frown. That seems seedy as hell.
“Don't worry, it's a high-class event at some swanky private house. Important people will be there, people who don't want to risk their reputations over some scandal with regular girls like us. Why bother when they can date supermodels?”
“That doesn't sound too dangerous,” I admit.
“Of course not. I wouldn't drag you into dangerous situations.” Katie pauses when she sees the look I’m giving her. “Okay, maybe once or twice I’ve tried, but you're too smart to get involved in something dangerous. I can tell you already think it's worth trying. Believe in yourself,” Katie says, emphasizing the last sentence like she’s some motivational speaker.
I smile, but I still have some doubts. “How did you even hear about this?”
“A girl I know used to work for the company.” Katie often comes to me with outlandish stories and opportunities from her many friends, so her answer doesn't surprise me.
“And you trust her?”
“Yes. A-hundred percent. She's a sweet girl. She said she'd do it herself if her boyfriend wasn't getting all insecure about it. I’ve always wondered how she could afford all her designer bags and shoes without rich parents or a well-paying job. It all made sense when she told me about this job.” Katie speaks with confidence.
She may be spontaneous to the point of recklessness, but she's a good judge of character. I know I can trust whoever she trusts.
“Okay, let's do this.” My heart pounds in my chest. I feel like I’m watching my own body from the outside as the words slide out of my mouth.
I never thought I'd get this desperate. The idea of parading my half-naked body in front of strange men sends a shiver down my spine, although, to my surprise, I also feel some pleasant flutters in my stomach.
I can't afford to overanalyze anything. I just have to keep trucking, do whatever I have to do to keep Jack and myself safe and healthy.
If I don't come up with the $40,000 I owe Chad Murray soon, he’s going to hurt me—or worse, Jack. And I can't let that happen, not even if I have to whore myself out.
Chapter 3
Caine
I take a swig of the whiskey and feel the liquid blaze down my throat. This thing fucking burns. It's just what I need tonight.
With Pop in the hospital, I have to do all his work, including the kind that blurs the line between business and pleasure.
When Sasha told me I had to attend a party, at the mansion of a supplier for one of our companies, I knew I was in for a boring evening. Not that I spend my time doing anything more exciting—the opposite, in fact. I prefer to stay back at the office and get some actual work done. But I know Pop would tell me social functions are important work as well, so here I am.
It's been one week since Pop had that mean angina attack. He’s going home soon. I’ve hired someone to look after him—remind him to take his medication at the right times, advise him on his diet, maybe even get him to exercise a little, that kind of thing.
He's getting better, which is good, but I wish he’d get better more quickly so I could go back to visiting our out-of-state and international partners in person, rather than being stuck with video calls that lag and freeze every few seconds.
Without close supervision, they gain the power to screw us over behind our backs. Sure, they may continue to behave out of the goodness of their hearts, but why risk it?
I nod and wave back at a man who's now approaching the bar. Todd Graham, the son of my Uncle Nathan. Todd’s not a cousin, though; he’s just an acquaintance because we're not actually related. Uncle Nathan used to work for my grandfather and has continued to stay with the family after my grandfather’s death.
“How about the girls, huh?” Todd grins as he takes a seat beside me at the bar. “Barkeep! One glass of whatever you have on tap!” Todd snaps his fingers.
The bartender scowls, but Todd doesn’t notice. He’s already busy ogling the waitresses passing by in their little lingerie. They all wear ridiculously high heels that push their tits and ass out.
One of the girls smiles when she notices Todd staring. She saunters over and holds out her tray, while also pushing her tits forward. Giving Todd a flirty smile, she asks, “See anything you want, Sir?”
“Yes, but it's not anything on the tray.” Todd smiles back at the waitress and raises his eyebrows once.
The waitress giggles and slaps Todd lightly on the arm. “Oh, you,” she says.
Jesus, this is painful to watch.
I down the remaining whiskey and slam the crystal glass down on the bar, making both Todd and the girl jump from the sudden noise.
“I have to go.” Without waiting for a reply, I walk away.
Fucking Todd. I had a perfectly nice spot where I was relatively safe from the crowd, and he had to invade it. That's just like him. There's more than one bar in this big mansion, but of course he had to seek me out and take over my bar.
I can't sit there and watch him awkwardly flirt with a girl. Todd has no game, but he doesn't know it. Girls are only with him because of his family's money.
I can tell because I know the signs of a gold digger. I’ve been dealing with them since I was old enough to notice girls. They’re always throwing themselves at me but I'm not interested in being their chump, so I steer clear of them.
If they want my money, then they have to be my employees. I’m their boss and they have to do as I say or get fired. I have to protect myself, so I want things spelled out in legal documents, signed by all parties involved.
This has narrowed down my options to women who expect some form of payment for their services, women who want something other than just the pleasure of my companionship.
But I don't mind. I actually prefer it this way, so everyone kno
ws exactly what to expect from each other. It's better than the alternative.
I wouldn't want to be Todd when the waitress is done with him. I don't particularly like Todd, but I can tell he thinks that girl actually likes him. It’s never a pleasant thing to discover the truth, to find out you're just being used as a tool for buying designer stuff and climbing up the social ranks.
I wander the hallways aimlessly, letting the alcohol seep into my system, keeping a brisk pace to avoid being stopped for pointless conversations. My shoes sink into the plush carpet underfoot. The paintings hanging on the walls blur past.
That's when I see her.
She has her back to me, but she feels familiar. That honey-brown ponytail that's just asking to be wrapped around my hand and pulled. That full ass that begs to be spanked until it's red hot. I knew she'd look good out of her scrubs.
She's holding her tray of canapés for two young jocks who are taking way more time than necessary to pick out their appetizers. I can't tell what they're saying, but I can see them openly ogling her, like Todd did to the waitress from before. They're staring at her tits, slowly moving closer until she's backed away, flush against the wall. She's trapped now and probably won't escape without suffering a grope or two.
Many of the men are doing the exact same thing to other waitresses. That's the whole point of having scantily clad young girls strut their stuff at a party like this.
But for some reason, seeing her being treated like one of those girls—which she is—makes my blood boil.
I clear my throat to get their attention. “Waitress,” I call out. “Come here.”
The jocks turn around to glare at me. One of them looks like he's about to fight me, but his friend pulls him back and says something in a low voice. He probably knows who I am. Getting on my bad side is not a good idea for anyone who does business in this city.
The two guys walk away, leaving me alone with the nurse from St. Peter’s Hospital I met last week.
She's looking at me now, apprehension flashing in her green eyes, which look unnaturally intense tonight from the heavy make-up. She recognizes me, and she realizes she has just escaped the frying pan only to fall into the fire.
