Page 24 of Their Courtesan
Chapter 7
JUDITH
“Here.” A stack of cards landed next to Judith, breakfast cooling before her. “I had these made up for you. Luckily, we still had the template from Holly’s cards.”
She coolly looked at the pretty cards littering the dining table. Monica sank into the chair next to Judith, one hand on her stomach and the other snatching a banana out of the fruit bowl.She’s looking to get sugar wherever she can now.Those first few weeks of being told to cool it on the sugar were a trial around the Château. At least Monica seemed to be over the worse of her pregnancy tantrums now. If she could look menacing when shewasn’tpregnant? Yikes. Judith was only a couple years younger than her boss, but Monica could look like someone’s mother the moment she put her mind to it.
“I’m sure they’re great.” Judith stared at her oatmeal again. Blueberries and cinnamon, her favorite. She didn’t want it. “I’d rather hack Mitch’s dick off.”
“Let him go.” Monica peeled that banana like it was going to disappear if she didn’t do it fast enough. “I’ve already terminated his contract with you. You’re a free woman, Judith. As free as we can call it.”
“Free and poor starting next month when his last check runs out.”
Monica narrowed her eyes. “I’m as invested as you are in getting you a new patron. We’re going to start putting word out tonight. Any man you fancy who seems like the type – and has the money to afford to be your patron – should get a card.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know how it works.” Judith stabbed her oatmeal. The silk wrap around her head faltered. That ass Grace had told her to try sleeping with a silk towel on her head to keep her hair from getting tangled at night. Judith was tired of spending an hour a day trying to make her hair presentable for their million-dollar clients. If she was going to charge fifteen grand to stick it in her pussy, she better look worth fifteen grand. “I got Mitch somehow.”
“Yes, and we had inquiries about you after that. Hopefully some of those men are still interested. I looked at the reservations for tonight and saw Nicholas Mills on there. He comes around here enough.”
“If they’ve got the cash and don’t bring their drama here, I’ll do it.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” Monica was halfway through her banana and slipping farther down her chair. Her stomach would soon eclipse her face.
“You do that.”
“Anyway, Mr. Mills has asked for you more than once. He fancies you, but you’re usually busy with other clients when he gets here. You’re working the party tonight, right?”
“Uh huh.”
“Charm him, would you? Who knows, he might be interested.”
“Will do.” Nicholas Mills was old and homely looking, but yeah, he was loaded.
“Also, if you have time this afternoon, I need you to help me with a soft audit.”
Judith was about to agree until she remembered Seth’s promise to be there at two. “Wait, I can’t. I have an appointment.”
“An appointment? Who?”
“You must not have checked our afternoon schedules yet.” Judith rather enjoyed this. Now, if only she could get her appetite back.
“Not since earlier this week. When did this appointment happen?”
On one hand, Monica was acting silly, but on the other, Judith got it: afternoon appointments were weird, unless a man had a specific schedule to keep. Few wanted to rendezvous with a girl right after lunch, let alone all the way up here. “You remember that doctor from the other day?”
“Yes…”
“He booked an appointment for this afternoon.”
“Really? I didn’t think he was interested in our services. Tagging along with that other gentleman.”
“Your pregnancy is making you lose your analytical edge. That guy wanted me so badly he was popping in his pants every time he looked at me.”
“Good job.”
“I don’t know if he wants sex today, though. He hired me to be his nude model.”
“What?”
