Page 10 of Nanny and the Beast

Mrs. Hendricks’s assistant hands us glasses of fruit-flavored sparkling water.

“I take it the interview with Mr. Sinclair didn’t go well?” she asks, looking at me.

“To say the least.” I lean back in my chair.

“Between you and me, he’s one of my more exhausting clients,” she says.

“Between you and me, he’s one of the biggest jerks I’ve ever met,” I reply.

Mrs. Hendricks smiles and flicks through something on her iPad.

“How much do you know about the club?” she asks.

“Only that it exists,” I reply.

“Do you think it’s something you could be interested in?” She studies me with her pretty almond-shaped eyes.

I shift in my seat and glance at the girls. They smile at me encouragingly.

“I’m putting you on the spot, aren’t I?” Mrs. Hendricks says.

“No, it’s just different from what I imagined,” I say. “And I don’t have any experience with bartending or…dancing.”

“All of my girls receive training, so that’s not something you need to worry about,” she says. “The only thing you need to decide right now is if you want to accompany us on the tour.”

I chew on my bottom lip.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever consider working at a gentlemen’s club. It’s just so far out of my comfort zone.

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll come along for the tour.”

The girls grin. Gigi even does a little shimmy in her chair.

“Very well. But before I take you to the club, I want you all to be prepared for what you’re about to see,” Mrs. Hendricks says.

The four of us glance at each other. For the first time, I notice that they look a little nervous as well.

“The first thing you girls need to know is that there’s something for every comfort level. You won’t ever be coercedto do something you’re not ready for. Your safety is our top priority, so you’ll always have an assigned personal bodyguard with you.”

I take a deep breath, nervous as hell about what’s to come. I can’t believe I agreed to the tour.

“Additionally, all of our clientele are handpicked and pre-approved,” she continues. “The club is an exclusive space for gentlemen seeking to unwind and enjoy the company of beautiful women.”

I wonder if Klaus Sinclair has ever been to this club. My body heats at the thought of him with other women.

I exhale slowly.

I have no clue whatthatwas about.

“Would you like to hear about the available positions?” Mrs. Hendricks asks.

I nod. “Sure.”

She hands me a thin folder. I flip it open and freeze at the numbers I see. This can’t be right.

“Our entry-level positions include waitressing and bartending. Nobody will be touching you, but you’ll be required to wear revealing uniforms. This position pays sixty dollars per hour.”

I suck in a breath. So these numbers aren’t a typo.

---