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“Didn’t you do something similar to get the job?” said Bailey, coming to my defense.
“During my interview with the dominatrix’s,” she said. “Not in front of the guys.”
“Like that’s any better,” said Bailey.
“I kind of feel it’s all forgotten now,” I said, hoping it was true.
Tara looked mischievous. “Just wish I could have been there when you got your job back.”
Bailey thumped her arm.
Tara laughed and jumped back to avoid another punch. “I know I’m not the only one fantasizing about what went on in that room.” She arched a brow.
“Hey,” said Bailey. “She’s my best friend, remember.”
“Mia, you’re my new hero,” said Tara. “Hey, this must be a first for a BDSM club.”
“How do you mean?” said Bailey.
“A virgin in their midst,” said Tara.
“Leave her alone,” snapped Bailey, giving her the stink-eye so that I wouldn’t have to.
Slumping back in the seat, there came a feeling that Tara knew what had really unfolded in Richard’s office on that day I’d asked for my job back.
Something told me Tara still had friends at Enthrall.
“WELL? WHAT DO YOU THINK?” asked Lotte.
This was really happening.
We were standing in the living room of 3777 Bailbard Road, Malibu. This was my new beach condo.
We were surrounded by unpacked boxes and the suitcases Bailey and Tara had leant me for the move. I’d taken a leap of faith and given notice on my studio apartment and packed up my life and moved without ever seeing this place.
“Trust me,” Lotte had told me, “you’ll love it.”
And she was right. I’d fallen in love with the bright, spacious living room as soon as I’d stepped inside. Directly in front of us stretched out a glass fronted doorway leading out onto a balcony, and beyond that an ocean vista. It wasn’t just the view that took my breath away. This place had dark stained hardwood floors with Persian rugs strewn here and there, adding a sophisticated accent as well as tying all the other pieces together. There was a plush cream colored couch and next to that an armchair easy to sink into. An enormous Samsung flat screen TV hung on the wall. I felt giddy with excitement.
Against the left wall rested a fish tank. Six tropical fish swam the full length of their blue lit world only to turn again to begin their journey to the other end. Thankfully there were no Asian Arowana’s amongst them.
I’d given up my low rented studio and would be hard pushed to find anything as cheap with the way rent prices were going. “Who is this person?” I said. “What if they realize how much they miss it here and want to come back?”
“You’re fine. They won’t.”
“I’m not doing anything illegal am I?” I feared this run of good luck might be too good to be true.
“No.” Lotte continued the tour and guided me into the generously sized bedroom with its king sized bed. This room also overlooked the ocean. I stared out at the view, trying to come to terms with this really happening and questioning whether I was worth this kind of luxury.
A tug on my arm pulled my attention.
Lotte, who was as equally thrilled it seemed, had the bathroom to show me. In the middle sat an enormous porcelain tub with clawed feet. It reminded me of a photo from a high-end magazine like Vogue. The kind I flipped through at the supermarket but never bought.
“Of course you can always shower,” said Lotte.
There was an oversized showerhead inside the glass fronted, granite tiled cubicle. The toilet and sink looked costly too. Plush new towels hung on a designer rack.
“It’s heated,” said Lotte, pointing to it.
