Raven's Revenge (The Pleasure Pros #2) by MT Stone

day.

 
    “Good morning,
sweetie.   I thought you and I could
just hang out today.”

 
    “ Bu ,t Mom, you know I love finger
painting!”

 
    “Okay, just give
me a minute to get ready and I’ll drop you off,” I relented.

 
    ~~~

 
    After dropping off
Hannah, I sent Amber a text.

 
    Me:   Are you at work?

 
    Amber:   Hell no!   Suzanne told me she has a fifteen
thousand dollar check for me, so I called in sick.

 
    Me:   I took the day off, too.   Let’s have lunch at Sophie’s.

 
    Amber:   11:45?

 
    Me:   Cya then

 
    That left me
plenty of time to hit the mall and find a few new dresses for the upcoming
shows.   Even though the members most likely won’t see them, wearing nice
clothes always makes me feel better.   I had always felt that way.   It was probably a result of how critical Mom had been when we were
teenagers.   She could always find
something to criticize us about.   If
it wasn’t my jeans or my hair, then my makeup wasn’t quite right.   I
really hope I can let Hannah experiment without being so judgmental.

 
    Five dresses and
two pairs of shoes later, I met Amber for lunch.   Sophie’s was one of those cute little
places where you could have a light lunch and then blow all your calories on a
decadent piece of cheesecake or dessert.   I love it!   On this particular day, however, the
topic of our conversation was much more interesting than the menu.

 
    “How could you
take her whole fist?” Amber whispered while we were standing in line to place
our order.

 
    “ Shhh !”   Really?

 
    “I just don’t see
how that’s possible,” she continued, not willing to wait until we reached the privacy
of a table

 
    “You will.” I
smiled.   “I don’t know how she does
it, but she will.”

 
    “There’s no way.”

 
    “Oh, there is a
way.   Believe me, she’s very
persistent,” I replied, raising my eyebrows.

 
    “I can’t wait,”
she squeaked, squinting her eyes at me like a little girl.

 
    The minute we sat
down, she began quizzing me about what I had experienced the previous evening
with Gunner and Sapphire.   She
hadn’t been able to watch it since she was babysitting the girls.

 
    “Just relax hun , you are going to have a great time,” I assured
her.   She had already been with both
Blade and Sapphire, so I knew that she would do just fine.

 
    After a single
bite of the luscious Mascarpone Cheesecake, my phone buzzed.   I glanced down, thinking it might be
Gunner.

 
    Tom:   I’ve been watching Raven St Claire
videos.   We need to talk.

 
    Oh my fucking… I could feel the blood instantly drain
from my head.

 
    “What’s the
matter?” Amber asked with an intense look of concern.

 
    “Remember when I
told you about running into Tom the night that I got picked up?”

 
    “Yeah?”

 
    “Look at the
message he just sent me.”   I held up
my phone for her.

 
    “Maybe he’s just
interested in Raven,” she said, trying to ease my concern.

 
    “He knows it’s
me.   I haven’t been using the fake British
accent during the shoots,” I countered.

 
    “Just tell him you
don’t use your accent while you’re acting.   Just like the British actors do in American TV shows,” she
reasoned.   “I never knew that
Matthew Rhys was from England until I saw him in an interview.”

 
    “I’m sure actors
on that level have a little more training than in our profession.” I rolled my
eyes.

 
    “Our profession?”
She furrowed her brow as if she didn’t know what I was talking about.

 
    “Really?   It hasn’t dawned on you what profession
we are in?”

 
    “Well, of
course.   But I don’t really consider
myself one of those girls,” she whispered.

 
    “Sure.   Now you whisper,” I teased her.   “I guess I don’t consider myself to be
one either.   It’s not like I plan on
doing anything with anyone other than Gunner.”

 
    “I