Page 56 of Ruthless Heir

“Asking for a job I need.”

“A job you’re not qualified for. Doing the few shifts you did at Nick’s old company doesn’t qualify you to do PRhere.”

“I learn fast. It wouldn’t be that hard.” I sound like I’m begging. I hate begging.

“Josh wanted you to focus on getting ready for college.”

“That’s nice of him but I need to earn a living.”

“I want someone who’s going to stay in the position, not looking for summer work.”

“I’ll be flexible and I don’t plan on leaving when college starts. That’s why I want theassistantposition.”

He cocks his head and regards me with scrutinizing eyes.

“At least think about it. Right now, I’m in the house just practicing music. It would be nice to have my own money coming in.” That’s the best pitch I can give him without revealing too much more.

“Sure you don’t need the money for something else?” He raises his brows again.

“No.” Every time I lie to him I feel like a jerk.

“Okay, I’ll think about it.”

The tension leaves my shoulders and the tightness in my lungs loosens. “Thank you. I guess I’ll see you at home then.”

“Sure.”

That actually went well. Now I just have to hope he agrees.

It’s late when I get back from the Dark Odyssey.

I was hoping to be home sooner but the club tour took longer than I thought. And my God, did I see everything.

Literallyeverythingin someone’s idea of a dark fantasy came alive before me.

They have a regular dance floor and a bar like other clubs, but on the sidelines were sofas where people were having real live sex.

That was just the main section. Beyond that were fantasy and themed rooms. Rooms where people ate food off each other and other rooms where they were having orgies.

I can’t even believe I’m thinkingthosewords, much less that I saw it all with my own two eyes. I understood why the manager wanted me there during that time—so I wouldn’t be shocked on my first day of work—but I’m completely overwhelmed.

It wasA LOTto process and my mind is still reeling from it.

I get out of my beautiful fairytale car and head into the house feeling like shit.

The day started out so full of hope and is ending with me questioning my sanity and feeling like a failure again.

Despite the gravity of the situation and the talk I had with Beth, knowing I have to lower myself by working in a sex club aches my soul.

I walk into the hallway and see that the light in the kitchen is on. It’s normally off at this time.

Asher walks past the cupboard with his phone pressed to his ear. He’s home.

This is the first night that I’ve been out after ten, so I messaged to say I’d be late.

I stop in my tracks and stare at him. Whatever he’s talking about has him so engrossed he’s completely oblivious to me.

I wonder if he’s come to a decision about the job yet. It would be so great to stop my job search. It would also be good to have a decent job. Something that will definitely cushion the blow of working at the Dark Odyssey.

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