Page 67 of Ruthless Heir

I look in the full-length mirror and my heart twists when I see myself. I’m practically naked.

Think of the money, Harper. Think of the money.

I force the thought into my mind and do my makeup. Minutes later I’m ready. The party starts in ten minutes. I have to join the other girls setting up drinks.

I take the route where I can avoid the sex and head up to the room.

The three other girls I’m supposed to work with are already there setting

up. I met them the other day when I came in to do my paperwork.

The two blondes are Clara and Denise, and the redhead is Amelie. They’re wearing the same get-up as me.

“Hey, girl, happy first night on the job,” Amelia says, raising a champagne glass.

The others join her and wave me in.

“Hi.” I smile back.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to things when we get started. The guys are already here. They’re making their way up.”

“Oh, good.”

“Come on, have some champagne. You look like you need a buzz,” Clara says, holding out a glass to me.

She’s right. I need something. I take the champagne and down it. I drink so fast I hardly taste it.

The three of them giggle.

“Have another one.” Clara pours me another drink and I knock that back, too.

The buzz I was hoping for comes, so I nod.

“You good?”

“Yes, better.”

The door opens and four men walk in carrying more drinks. They holler and hoot when they see us. They look like they’re in their early- to mid-thirties.

“Thank God for fucking hot women,” the tallest one cheers.

“Tops off now,” the blond guy who looks like an oil tycoon in the making orders and I hate it when he sets his sights right on me.

The girls take their tops off but I hesitate. Then I remember Vito with his threatening voice, threatening messages, threatening everything.

So I think of the money and undo the hook of my bra.

Chapter Fourteen

Asher

“I love sailing.” Alexis giggles. “I can actually sail a boat myself.”

“That’s impressive. I’ve never met a woman who could sail.” I stare back at her sitting across the table and I realize why Layla picked her for me.

She is my type and she’s beautiful, full of zest for life and energy.

From the moment we met we’ve talked nonstop. Our date started at an art gallery, then we came to this Italian bistro on the riverside.

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