Page 16 of The Price of Forever

Jordan’s brows scrunched together, and she glanced between Legs and me. “Do I know you?”

Legs thrust his hand between the front seats. “Name’s Legs. I’m a Fairchild driver.”

She received it hesitantly. “I’m Jordan.”

Legs let out a sharp laugh. “Don’t I know it! You’re all my guys have been talking about for the past two weeks. Can’t believe I’m seein’ you with my own eyes.”

Jordan shifted in her seat, nodding slowly. “Nice to meet you.”

“Have you seen the building yet?” Legs asked.

“What building?”

“The one they named after ya!” Legs laughed as he pulled ahead, merging into the flow of traffic. “You gotta see it. It’s a real beaut. You and Kaylee are on there.”

Jordan dipped her chin, saying nothing as she examined her nails. A dark cloud seemed to descend over her.

“We’ll be showing her sometime soon, I’m sure,” I offered. “Legs, I’ve got some things I need to go over with Jordan before she gets home.”

“All right, all right.” He waved me off. “You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”

Legs cranked some music in the front of the SUV. I cleared my throat, running through the mental snapshot of my list before I spoke.

“Okay. So your club has pretty good security. We didn’t pay to get in obviously, but is there typically a cover charge or any limits to admission?”

It took her a moment to look away from her nails before she shrugged. “They offer corporate packages sometimes. Free entry with the purchase of however many VIP rooms or something like that. Typically it’s $50 to get in at the door. They have a dress code, too.”

I nodded. I’d noticed that the entire place stayed classy. Not a ballcap in sight. “What happens in the VIP rooms?”

She hefted with a laugh. “Whatever you want.”

My stomach executed an unnatural squeeze. “Are you fucking people in there?”

“Me? No.”

“Do men expect it?”

A coy smile graced her lips. “They all want it. But they don’t get it. That’s how we make our money.”

“But if you turn them down and they get aggressive? What happens then?”

“They’re usually fine. We have a reputation for being a classier joint. Nobody really expects to get fucked in the VIP room. Though they push the limits whenever they can.”

“Are there cameras?”

“Not in the VIP rooms.”

It wasn’t quite enough for me. There were too many risks. “So what’s the escape plan when a group of men want to take what they think is theirs?”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she deflated slightly. “There’s a panic button. That’s it.”

I cleared my throat. “Which I’m sure you couldn’t reach in ninety-nine percent of emergency scenarios. Great.”

“It’s a risk we take for the job,” Jordan shot back. “The money is worth it.”

“Do any of these men ever follow you out of the club after your shift? Can they track you down?”

“I never give out my real name or number. They know me as Sapphire, and I have both a plan B and a plan C for men who push for my number.”

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