Monday morning, I grabbed my bagel from the counter of The Coffee Club, a cute two-story coffee shop tucked away in Manhattan, and waited for my iced tea. Riccardo, my bodyguard, stood stiffly beside me, staring straight ahead at the case of cookies.
“Do you want—” I started.
“No.”
I pressed my lips together and bounced on my toes, waiting for my drink. I had my iPad in my purse, and I couldn’t wait to start drawing today. Even after everything that’d happened so far, I still couldn’t believe that this was my life.
Instead of having my soul sucked out of me by the old art studio, I now got paid to have s*x and draw whenever I wanted. What else could I ask for in my life?! Maybe a boyfriend … or girlfriend?
“Iced tea for Sage,” the cute guy with puppy-dog eyes said behind the counter.
