Immediately I clicked in for the night, I had a sinking feeling the way was not going to be as easy as before.
Not only because I was so damned tired after spending all my free time meant for sleeping to think about my crazy client, but also because I just felt really suffocated.
When I entered my first clients suite for the day, the suite smelled of leather, cigar smoke, and expensive whiskey.
I knew it before I even opened the door that this client was not going to be fun. Every client left their own kind of mark in these rooms. Some left perfume, some left cologne, some left a trail of desperation. This one…this one smelled like arrogance.
I pulled my shoulders back, smoothed the hem of my dress, and pushed the door open. The man waiting for me was already sprawled across the armc
