Page 43 of Queenpin
She pouts her full lips and then places an envelope down. “I came to pay you. You get everything up front today. Plus, a bonus.”
Curiosity is playing the better of me and I know I shouldn’t ask too many questions, but they fly out of my mouth anyways. “I’m confused. Why are you guys paying me so much for a few hours?” I thumb through the envelope and there is four thousand dollars in one hundred-dollar billsonce again.Holy shit. “I can’t accept all of this, Trina. Can you call Lucian? This is too much money.”
Everything about what Andrew said regarding the money rings in my ear. If this money does have blood on it and I take it, what does that make me? Am I just as bad as Lucian and her friends if I accept it? I didn’t kill anyone… I’m just making their money for cooking and driving people to their house? It doesn’t make sense to me at all.
I know I should just shut the fuck up and accept it, but this is too much. Four thousand dollars for a few hours? I could imagine four hundred dollars, but this is a whole extra zero attached. Is Lucian trying to buy me to do whatever she wants?
Suddenly, I feel the urge to leave. This is getting ridiculous and I’m not in the mood for whatever this is. However, when I go to pack up my stuff, I begin to think about all that extra money. I would be able to get my own place so I wouldn’t have to live with Andrew anymore. That would be fucking great. Living with my brother is a nightmare.
“We pay you so well for discretion. You keep your mouth shut, Lucian makes more money. Plus, our attendance has gone up ten new clients because so many people raved about your food. Now, can we talk about something more important?”
Before I could open my mouth, Trina yanks at the zipper holding her dress together in the front. “Touch me,” she whispers seductively.
I didn’t even reach my hand out when I hear someone clearing their throat and then I hear, “Well, what am I interrupting?”
I turn on my heels and see Lucian standing on the other side of the counter with a satisfied smile on her face. She looks like a siren with her long hair loose around her face and her lips are painted red. They are slightly puckered, I about fall to my knees as I look at her.
She makes me want to fall to my knees and pray to God for some sort of strength.
Everything about this woman, screams power. She makes me want to give her everything.
