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I took a maple blueberry. Teagen had always liked that flavor. What would she have thought of Roland Price? He was hot—that was something I could not deny—but so much about him had irritated me. Put me off.
Then again, it was like that with every man. I wasn’t great at dating. It was hard when you were a sex worker who was forced to stay on-site. Not that I was interested anyway.
But this was bigger than that. Roland Price was the new owner. Heownedthe club.
But I could make him an offer. I could buy it from him.
I was one of the few servers who had worked off my debt a few years ago, but I kept it a secret so that I could continue to work there without anyone’s scrutinization, because no one would have been able to understand why Iwantedto work there. In the meantime, I had saved almost every cent that I could after my payments to the club. And since I couldn’t buy anyone’s freedom from Dahlia, I had waited for a good opportunity to use it.
And now I could. I would buy the club from Roland Price. I knew it wasn’t much, but if I could convince him that the place wasn’t worth his attention, and that the money I had was more than enough, then maybe I would convince him to sell it to me.
Either way, I would demand that he consider it.
