“I do, I can give you time and a half.” He was already prepared for the argument, the sly grin planted on that pretty boy face. Well, not totally pretty boy, he did have the telltale signs of some rough tumbling and fighting. A nose that had been broken too many times, a jaw that was stubbled and rough. It took a long stare to decide if I thought he was handsome or not.
It made him look like a totally bad boy. Just not my kind of guy. Janson was too hard, too scary.
He was too honest.
“Good, it’s the boss’s card game, so you’ll want to keep to the same rules.”
“Which boss?” I asked. James or Greyson, which one?
“Greyson.” The sexy dark bad boy with no soul. Of course it was him, his father had never been anything but respectful, I was eye candy, sure, but I was at least mostly covered. “He requested you specifically.”
The one Janson warned me to stay away from. Fuck, he noticed me. Exactly what Janson warned me away from. “It’ll be all young guys. I’ll be there, so you’ll have protection if they get handsy.”
Janson was a man of his word. It didn’t make him a good man, but when he said he was going to do something he did it. Didn’t matter if that meant he was going to protect you, or break off all your fingers.
If he said he was going to do it, he did it.
“Alright. Rules?” I asked, clearing that image from my mind.
“Same as before. Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not try to look cute, you are there for scenery. Do your hair and makeup like previously instructed, got it?”
I nodded, I got it. I didn’t like it, but I got it. “Is there anything else, boss?”
“Yeah, you wear that dress and those heels. Nothing else, you got it? That was a specific request.”
“Nothing else?” I asked.
“Nothing.” The timber of his voice scared me. “Orders from the boss.”
Greyson.
My blood turned to ice.