number caught my eye. It would be perfect for the huge charity event tonight. Warren had us flying into New York and staying over for a few days so he could meet with some big wigs and talk shop about his project. Shipley, Inc. also had a base in NYC, making the trip even easier. I’d been to New York with Mason on business but still, I was pretty stoked. I only had a little over a week left with the Shipleys and I was off to my next location. Which reminded me that I hadn’t heard from Aunt Millie.
Instead of waiting for her call, I decided I’d give her a ring this time. I punched in her number while pulling clothes from the closet and setting them on the bed. Kathleen told me to lay out the items I’d planned to take and she’d make sure everything was handled. The way she spoke, it sounded as though she wouldn’t be taking the trip with us. Not sure why that was. I’d have to ask Warren about it. He’d been opening up to me a bit more since we had our drunken celebratory evening when we landed the Benoit assistance in Canada.
“Exquisite Escorts, Ms. Milan’s office, Stephanie speaking. How may I help you?” a perky voice answered. I rolled my eyes. Every time I heard my Aunt’s fake name it gave credence to how very fake the entire business was. Don’t get me wrong. I was very thankful for the opportunity to make the cash I’d made and pay off Pop’s debt, but it’s not something I would have chosen if we weren’t in dire need of making a lot of money in a small amount of time.
“Hello, Stephanie. It’s Mia, Millie’s niece. Is she there?”
“Millie? Who’s that?”
I sighed and smacked my head up against the palm of my hand. “I apologize, Millie is a nickname I use for my Auntie, Ms. Milan.” I lied.
“Oh! Okay, how fun. Let me ring her.” Her chirpy voice grated on my overtired nerves. If I could, I’d rip that singsong birdie from her throat and set that sucker free. “Ms. Milan will speak to you.” She said when she came back on the line.
I wanted to say, “Duh, I’m her family,” but instead held back my snark ending with, “Thank you, Stephanie.”
“No problem at all!” she giggled, and the line buzzed before the sultry voice of my auntie came online.
“Mia doll-face, how’s my favorite niece and escort?”
My eyebrows rose on their own accord. “Now I’m your favorite client?”
“Yes, darling. Of course you are. We are making a mint off your little month-long jaunts. Makes me wish we’d planned them for two week intervals and charged seventy-five a pop.”
I’m going to bet that my eyes popped out of my head the way those wacky stress balls do. You squeeze the body and the eyes darted out garishly. “Really?”
“Yep. Not only are you booked for the rest of the year, I now have a waiting list with a backlog of six gentleman that would like to take any of your months if we receive a cancellation.”
It took a few slow blinks and a moment for my brain to catch up with what she’d shared. “That’s crazy. I can’t imagine one wanting my company for a hundred K let alone six on a waiting list. Wild.”
“Hmm. Just proves that good company is hard to find. Especially with the special ability to not only help business, but know their place and look exceptional doing it. How is our nation’s capital treating you?”
I sat down next to the clothes I’d gathered and fingered a few of the threads. They really were quite extraordinary, made with the finest quality fabrics and tailored to fit me perfectly. Each piece looked incredible and gave me a feeling of confidence that I didn’t feel while duded up in sweats and a t-shirt. There was something to be said about dressing for the job you want not the job you had.
“Fine. Warren is happy, I think.”
“Oh, he is. Very much so. Received your fee a week in advance with an extra twenty-five thousand. Is there something I should know about?”
“What the fuck?” That baffled me. There was no reason he
Instead of waiting for her call, I decided I’d give her a ring this time. I punched in her number while pulling clothes from the closet and setting them on the bed. Kathleen told me to lay out the items I’d planned to take and she’d make sure everything was handled. The way she spoke, it sounded as though she wouldn’t be taking the trip with us. Not sure why that was. I’d have to ask Warren about it. He’d been opening up to me a bit more since we had our drunken celebratory evening when we landed the Benoit assistance in Canada.
“Exquisite Escorts, Ms. Milan’s office, Stephanie speaking. How may I help you?” a perky voice answered. I rolled my eyes. Every time I heard my Aunt’s fake name it gave credence to how very fake the entire business was. Don’t get me wrong. I was very thankful for the opportunity to make the cash I’d made and pay off Pop’s debt, but it’s not something I would have chosen if we weren’t in dire need of making a lot of money in a small amount of time.
“Hello, Stephanie. It’s Mia, Millie’s niece. Is she there?”
“Millie? Who’s that?”
I sighed and smacked my head up against the palm of my hand. “I apologize, Millie is a nickname I use for my Auntie, Ms. Milan.” I lied.
“Oh! Okay, how fun. Let me ring her.” Her chirpy voice grated on my overtired nerves. If I could, I’d rip that singsong birdie from her throat and set that sucker free. “Ms. Milan will speak to you.” She said when she came back on the line.
I wanted to say, “Duh, I’m her family,” but instead held back my snark ending with, “Thank you, Stephanie.”
“No problem at all!” she giggled, and the line buzzed before the sultry voice of my auntie came online.
“Mia doll-face, how’s my favorite niece and escort?”
My eyebrows rose on their own accord. “Now I’m your favorite client?”
“Yes, darling. Of course you are. We are making a mint off your little month-long jaunts. Makes me wish we’d planned them for two week intervals and charged seventy-five a pop.”
I’m going to bet that my eyes popped out of my head the way those wacky stress balls do. You squeeze the body and the eyes darted out garishly. “Really?”
“Yep. Not only are you booked for the rest of the year, I now have a waiting list with a backlog of six gentleman that would like to take any of your months if we receive a cancellation.”
It took a few slow blinks and a moment for my brain to catch up with what she’d shared. “That’s crazy. I can’t imagine one wanting my company for a hundred K let alone six on a waiting list. Wild.”
“Hmm. Just proves that good company is hard to find. Especially with the special ability to not only help business, but know their place and look exceptional doing it. How is our nation’s capital treating you?”
I sat down next to the clothes I’d gathered and fingered a few of the threads. They really were quite extraordinary, made with the finest quality fabrics and tailored to fit me perfectly. Each piece looked incredible and gave me a feeling of confidence that I didn’t feel while duded up in sweats and a t-shirt. There was something to be said about dressing for the job you want not the job you had.
“Fine. Warren is happy, I think.”
“Oh, he is. Very much so. Received your fee a week in advance with an extra twenty-five thousand. Is there something I should know about?”
“What the fuck?” That baffled me. There was no reason he
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