to start an escort agency. And let me tell you, it was one of the best ideas I’ve ever had. You wouldn’t believe what some dudes are willing to pay for just an hour with one of my girls.”
Tamia eyed him knowingly. “Like Honey?”
“Yeah.” Lou grinned. “As a matter of fact, she’s my most popular escort.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.” Tamia frowned, her mind flashing on an image of the young, voluptuous beauty who’d boldly propositioned her at the party. “How old is that girl, Lou?”
“Old enough.” He winked at her.
Tamia wasn’t amused. “I’m really surprised at you. With all the heat you’ve been catching from the feds, I would have expected you to lay low for a while. You know they’re looking for any reason to lock you up. If they find out that you’ve traded porn for prostitution—”
“Hold up,” Lou interjected, taking umbrage. “Last I checked, escort agencies aren’t illegal in this country. I’m running a perfectly legitimate business and providing a valuable service to the community—”
Tamia snorted. “Be serious, Lou.”
“What?”
She gave him a look. “If your girls are having sex with their clients, you know damn well that qualifies as prostitution. And if the feds find out, they’re gonna be all over your ass. Why even take that risk?”
“First of all,” Lou countered calmly, “the feds aren’t gonna find out shit because my agency doesn’t offer sexual services—not officially, anyway. The no-sex policy is spelled out clearly on the website, and my escorts know that they have to be discreet. Not only that, but my clients sure as hell aren’t gonna talk. Some of these guys are powerful CEOs and politicians with wives and reputations to protect. And if the feds try to conduct some bullshit sting operation, my lawyer has contacts who will tip him off to the investigation.”
Tamia arched a brow. “Your lawyer?”
“Yeah. Brandon. Don’t forget that he’s the one who got the fucking Feebs off my back in the first place. And all he had to do was make a phone call to someone at the Justice Department—some higher-up who’s hoping that Brandon’s father will appoint him to his cabinet after he’s elected governor.” Lou grinned broadly. “I don’t think even you realize just how connected your boy is.”
Tamia said nothing, remembering how Brandon had used his father’s powerful connections to sabotage Dominic’s business deals. If there’d been any doubt in her mind before, she’d realized then that Brandon was the absolute last person she’d ever want as an enemy.
“His father plays golf with President Obama,” Lou continued. “And according to some of my clients who move in those political circles, the old man wants to appoint Brandon to attorney general when he becomes governor.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.” Lou laughed, shaking his head with an awed expression. “The Chamberses are like the fucking Kennedys or something. So as long as Brandon’s got my back, you think I’m worried about the feds coming after me? Hell, no.”
Tamia chuckled. “I see your point,” she conceded, leaning back against the cushy sofa and crossing her legs. “It’s great to have friends in high places. But I still think you need to be careful.”
“I am.” Lou paused a moment. “And you can help me.”
“What do you mean?”
Holding her gaze, he reached over and took her hand again. “I want you to come work for me, Tamia.”
Caught off guard, she stared at him. “Are you asking me to be one of your escorts ?”
“No. I want you to run the agency for me.”
Tamia frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“I have a receptionist who schedules the appointments with clients, but I need someone to manage the escorts for me. Someone who’s smart, sexy, and knows how to carry herself with class. Someone the girls already respect and would listen to.” Lou brushed his lips across the back of Tamia’s hand, smiling into her
Tamia eyed him knowingly. “Like Honey?”
“Yeah.” Lou grinned. “As a matter of fact, she’s my most popular escort.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.” Tamia frowned, her mind flashing on an image of the young, voluptuous beauty who’d boldly propositioned her at the party. “How old is that girl, Lou?”
“Old enough.” He winked at her.
Tamia wasn’t amused. “I’m really surprised at you. With all the heat you’ve been catching from the feds, I would have expected you to lay low for a while. You know they’re looking for any reason to lock you up. If they find out that you’ve traded porn for prostitution—”
“Hold up,” Lou interjected, taking umbrage. “Last I checked, escort agencies aren’t illegal in this country. I’m running a perfectly legitimate business and providing a valuable service to the community—”
Tamia snorted. “Be serious, Lou.”
“What?”
She gave him a look. “If your girls are having sex with their clients, you know damn well that qualifies as prostitution. And if the feds find out, they’re gonna be all over your ass. Why even take that risk?”
“First of all,” Lou countered calmly, “the feds aren’t gonna find out shit because my agency doesn’t offer sexual services—not officially, anyway. The no-sex policy is spelled out clearly on the website, and my escorts know that they have to be discreet. Not only that, but my clients sure as hell aren’t gonna talk. Some of these guys are powerful CEOs and politicians with wives and reputations to protect. And if the feds try to conduct some bullshit sting operation, my lawyer has contacts who will tip him off to the investigation.”
Tamia arched a brow. “Your lawyer?”
“Yeah. Brandon. Don’t forget that he’s the one who got the fucking Feebs off my back in the first place. And all he had to do was make a phone call to someone at the Justice Department—some higher-up who’s hoping that Brandon’s father will appoint him to his cabinet after he’s elected governor.” Lou grinned broadly. “I don’t think even you realize just how connected your boy is.”
Tamia said nothing, remembering how Brandon had used his father’s powerful connections to sabotage Dominic’s business deals. If there’d been any doubt in her mind before, she’d realized then that Brandon was the absolute last person she’d ever want as an enemy.
“His father plays golf with President Obama,” Lou continued. “And according to some of my clients who move in those political circles, the old man wants to appoint Brandon to attorney general when he becomes governor.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.” Lou laughed, shaking his head with an awed expression. “The Chamberses are like the fucking Kennedys or something. So as long as Brandon’s got my back, you think I’m worried about the feds coming after me? Hell, no.”
Tamia chuckled. “I see your point,” she conceded, leaning back against the cushy sofa and crossing her legs. “It’s great to have friends in high places. But I still think you need to be careful.”
“I am.” Lou paused a moment. “And you can help me.”
“What do you mean?”
Holding her gaze, he reached over and took her hand again. “I want you to come work for me, Tamia.”
Caught off guard, she stared at him. “Are you asking me to be one of your escorts ?”
“No. I want you to run the agency for me.”
Tamia frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“I have a receptionist who schedules the appointments with clients, but I need someone to manage the escorts for me. Someone who’s smart, sexy, and knows how to carry herself with class. Someone the girls already respect and would listen to.” Lou brushed his lips across the back of Tamia’s hand, smiling into her
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