Page 16 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend
As we walk through the hallway to the open area with the bar, Hartford leans closer.
“Devereaux Huxley doesn’t run things?”
“He just had a baby with the detective who was leading the Greedy Girl murders investigation.”
“Wow, that’s insane.”
“Yeah, she went undercover as a Greedy Girl and they fell in love.”
“I love that story,” Hartford sing-songs, holding her hands up to her chest. “The Greedy Girls work in the club?”
“Yeah, they’re the host of the rooms. I’ve never been here during club hours.”
“What happens in the rooms?”
I shrug. “Kinky shit, I’m sure.” Before we can talk more, Ledger appears at the bottom of the white marble staircase.
"Paxton," his deep voice resonates through the air. "How are you?" He strides closer, and I extend my hand as he approaches. "And who might this be?" His gaze shifts to Hartford, curious.
"This is Hartford," I introduce, feeling a sense of pride in the moment. Adele wasn’t lying. I do talk about Hartford a lot.
"Nice to meet you, Hartford," Ledger acknowledges, extending his hand in greeting.
"Hello," Hartford responds in a quiet voice, her demeanor betraying a hint of awe in the presence of such a powerful man.
Billionaire.
Definitely swimming in pussy.
I'm certain this man could have his pick of any woman he desires. He probably has countless admirers vying for his attention every day. I can't help but notice Hartford's gaze lingering on him, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit jealous. But I get it. I think the first time I met him I was struck with envy.
After a few minutes of small talk, Hartford leaves to sit on a nearby white couch while I check the beer kegs behind the bar. I drop the slim keg behind the bar, and make sure they have enough beer to get through the weekend. I hand Ledger the Horny Goat IPA tap handle, and he holds it like I’ve just given him a gold brick.
“Thanks, Paxton. Atta Boy treats us so well. I appreciate it.”
Little does he know that I’d do anything for this account. It’s not only our biggest account, but like I said…it has brought in many more accounts.
We’d be stupid not to treat them like gold.
“She’s cute,” Ledger says, nodding over at Hartford.
“Thanks. We just came from a community munch.” I’m about to explain what a munch is, but Ledger smiles like he knows all about them.
It’s confirmed when he says, “Ah, looking to explore BDSM with her?”
“Quite possibly,” I say, not wanting to betray Hartford’s trust in telling people about the article.
Ledger raises a brow. A smile splits his face and his dark eyes focus on Hartford once more. “You should bring her here one night.”
I blink. “Like we could ever afford it here.”
“Just let me know what day you want to stop in, and I’ll put you both on the list.”
“Seriously?” I’m sure my eyes are the size of golf balls.
Ledger clasps my shoulder. “Of course. We’ve got rooms to play out scenes. We also have community rooms. We’ve got it all. Just check out the website.”
“Will do. I appreciate it, Ledger. And I’ll get another keg of the Horny Goat for you.”