Page 23 (1/2)

Chapter 1

Max

Another day, another woman screws on camera for money

Not that there’s anything wrong with that It pays my bills, and it’s howhis empire

As the heir to White Lace Productions, it’swoood at it

I wrapped my hand around the front door handle to the 24-hour café and stepped into the bright light of the establishment My director, and best friend, Ben Lockwood, by my side, as he has been since ere four years old

“This is definitely yournew talent” Ben cleared his throat beside me

I clapped hi under irls This is going to work”

I’d never been iven myself an award for innovation, I would have Not to mention, this was an untapped resource A way to prove to my father that I had what it took to take over White Lace

When you groith sex toys in the family room, half-naked woinity to a porn star at sixteen, there’s no question you’ll follow in your father’s footsteps Besides, what red-blooded male wouldn’t want to work in porn? Not le one of them to make the most if it

“Can I help you?” A blond-haired hostess greeted us with a pretty smile from her perch behind the desk

“We’resome…friends” I quirked my eyebrow “I believe the reservation is under Jade”

A working girl’s na sex for money, pseudonyms were an occupational must

The hostesson opposite sides of a booth I nodded and thanked her for her help

I strode across the café checking out s It was your typical establishment The far as lined with booths, the benches covered in easy-wipe brown plastic Wood tables andarea was sectioned off with a erated showcase housed ht on a chocolate cheesecake Thanks to ood thing I spent a lot of ti on the track

Ben’s voice carried over s consist ofthem to take off their clothes”

Although tonight was only a reet, before I offered a contract, I had to inspect the merchandise It used to be ; at first, I was as giddy as a thirteen-year-old boy finding his first PenthouseMundane There was no excite as a root canal

And wasn’t that just completely fucked-up