Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
“Or we can be women and beat him up ourselves,” Bri said with a nod like she was giving herself badass affirmations in her head. It came from being around her cousins too much. “We might have to find a way to drug him and then tie him up and then do something to counter the drug because we want him to be awake for his torture.”
Daisy stared at her for a moment. “You need to get out of the house more, sweetie.”
“We’re not beating anyone up.” She loved her friends, but they could go off on tangents. “No one was mean to me.”
“Then why aren’t you out on the dungeon floor? You said you were determined to play tonight, and you didn’t care if your brother had to bleach his eyeballs,” Bri pointed out.
She had a plan for that. She and her brother had done what other siblings did. They carved up the club, and that map was sacred. Besides, she was pretty sure TJ would take his girlfriend Lou to a privacy room, so he wouldn’t have to bear witness to her glorious, slutty night. Because while she’d told her friends she only wanted to play to blow off some steam, she intended for all that steam to blow her straight into some hot dude. She planned to ask one of the baby Doms if they were interested in a lesson.
Then Zach Reed showed up and her nipples had gone all perky and her libido went super charged.
He worked with her brother. He couldn’t possibly be interested in her.
“Do you think she’s okay? Do we need to find a way to reboot her?” Bri asked.
“I think that’s what the vodka’s for,” Daisy whispered back. “I know it seems like vodka follows the twins, but I think it’s just up in the bar. Should I go get some?”
Why had she done that? Devi crossed to the comfy couch and sank down. She should get dressed and run. All the way to New York. Where she didn’t have a job or a place to live or a future since she didn’t get any of the jobs she applied for there. She hadn’t even told her parents. Or TJ. Only Bri and Daisy knew she was coming out of what should have been an extraordinary internship, and she had no offers.
LA. The LA design houses hadn’t replied yet.
They would likely be the same. She was going to end up answering phones at McKay-Taggart, and there wasn’t anything wrong with that, but it wasn’t her passion. It wasn’t how she wanted to spend her life. She’d wanted to design clothes since she was a kid and she used scraps of fabric to make gowns for her dolls. It wasn’t the end of the world. She could still find a job. She simply had to work harder.
“I think she’s thinking about the jobs,” Bri whispered.
“She’s definitely thinking about the jobs.” Daisy sat down beside her, putting a hand on her arm. “Honey, it’s okay. You still have all the LA houses and Paris.”
She wasn’t getting a job in Paris. Or London. They thought she was pedestrian. It was what one of those fuckers had called her work. They had mostly been polite and said she didn’t fit their aesthetic, but a couple had pointed out that her work lacked sophistication.
Well, she showed them. Yeah, she’d shown enormous sophistication when she’d squeaked like a mouse and run like a rabbit when Zach Reed showed the slightest bit of interest in her.
“Damn it. I am not this girl,” she said with conviction.
“Which girl? Because if it’s the girl who downs vodka from time to time, you are definitely that girl,” Daisy countered.
Bri chuckled and sat on Devi’s other side. “She’s freaking out because she got turned down by the New York houses. She’s taking everything they said and making it really big and insulting and wondering if she even has a shot at this. And yes, I know because I do it all the time. Every rejection I get makes me wonder if I’m good enough or I’m wasting my time and I’m going to end up sitting at the reception desk at MT, waiting for the next time something explodes or they get raided—which happens more often than you would think.”
“I almost got there,” Daisy said with a sigh. “I was going to work, and that was when the assassins came and then Da wouldn’t let me work and he locked me up in a BDSM club with the man of my dreams. Good times. But I still think I would have been good at answering the phones. I even worked on my phone voice. McKay-Taggart, this is Daisy. How can I save your life and-or introduce you to the bodyguard of your dreams?”
“I don’t think Uncle Ian would let you say that,” Bri pointed out. “He has a strict script.”