Chapter 1“You know I’ll never understand how you do it,” my best friend Sammy shook her head when I put the phone down on our usual table where we had brunch every Saturday during the summer.
“How I do what?” I raised an eyebrow at her and replaced my phone with the fork I’d been using to eat my fruit salad.
“Do the work you do,” Sammy picked up her Bellini and took a sip.
“You can say it,” I always chuckled at the way she avoided it, “I’m an escort. You can’t understand how I can be an escort.”
“Yes, that,” Sammy rolled her eyes, “I just really don’t get it.”
“And I don’t understand how you work long hours for next to no money and get touched up by your boss for absolutely nothing,” I shrugged and popped a juicy piece of kiwi into my mouth.
That caused Sammy to scowl at me. It wasn’
