As I walk into the room, I slowly remove my jacket, letting it fall gently onto the floor. There’s nothing underneath my jacket, only my black lacy lingerie.

I sit down on the bed and cross my legs, one over the other. I lean backwards, keeping eye-contact with Kat as she walks towards me, sipping her champagne, her tongue lightly licking the rim of her glass flirtatiously.

“So,” I ask, smiling seductively, “How would you like to have me today?”

***

I dragged myself home at eight in the morning, longing for the comfort of my bed. When I’m on the job, I avoid falling asleep; I guess I’m just not comfortable sleeping beside someone I don’t really know. Apart from that, I never know when my client will get up and expect a quickie.

The last thing I want is morning breath.

I heard my personal mobile ring. It was Bette.

“Morning,” I said, trying to sound chirpy, “What’s up?”

“Hey you, I was just getting ready to leave for work and I was wondering if you would like to meet me for breakfast.”

To be perfectly honest, I was dead tired, but given that I hadn’t met up with Bette for a while, I thought it would be wrong of me to decline.

“Sure,” I replied, “Same place?”

“Yeap, see you there in a bit.”

I guess I could always go to bed after breakfast.

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“Wow,” I heard Bette say as she walked over to the window seat I had managed to snag, “You’re rather dressy this morning.”

I looked down at my outfit; I was still wearing the pant suit from the night before. I stood up and dropped a kiss on her cheek, “I have to meet a client,” I explained, “So, how have you been?”

“The same, what can I say, work can be such a killer. How are things with you?”

“Oh, same old, you know, I’ve been incredibly busy with this new client. She’s a big shot.”

That wasn’t exactly a lie. Fact was, Kat Rothberg was the heiress to her father’s empire. She loved having fun and always threw the most outrageous parties. The one thing she loved was sex and was infamously known as the wildest party girl in Los Angeles.