Chapter 2 2

Who is ZaddyC, and why is he FaceTiming me?

I ignored it and dressed up. I snap on a Dream Angels bra from Victoria's Secret, slip into black jeans and a cream shirt, and plop my feet into work shoes. My hands rub the towel across my head, then lower it to wring out the bottom strands. On the way out, I slide the phone into my back pocket and tie my hair into a bun. The weather outside is scorching. The sun is working overtime today, and the wind, nonexistent. Oh god, why didn't I grab a bottle of water?!

My legs power walk the busy streets of downtown California. Gas stations, restaurants, banks, theaters, libraries, and cafes line the way to the Santa Rosa Country Club. I work at a private estate that resembles a mansion full of oval windows. It has the greenest grass ever. The gold and gray roof shingles give it the feel of a beach house on steroids. The balconies and pillars which connect the bottom foundation are classy and enormous.

The acres of land that enclose the estate hold ponds and golf resorts as far as the eye can see. I've been working here for three years now and enjoy the favoritism from my boss. I offered to take double shifts only if I could ditch dress pants.

Slacks don't look good on everyone...I look disproportioned in them. The little hips I have disappear, and my butt flattens like an old woman's. I couldn't look like that at a fancy-ass country club! My future husband could be here and get turned off! Although, that's a pipe dream.

It's not that easy to snag a rich man. My friend Taylor and I have been trying, but the wives always make it difficult for us. Either them or their children. It's crazy how men think women are all objects to be toyed with. Hard pass, however, it was fun flirting with the dudes. Both of us needed to strengthen our dirty talk game somehow.

I reach the lobby of the clubhouse and I am relieved when the central air hits me when the double doors open. I gasp as a shuddering sensation jolts my entire body. I wonder if that's what it feels like when a guy cums inside a woman. If so, yes, please. A wide staircase on dark pink walls trimmed with white greets me. On each side of the large room sit two check-in desks. I step to the one on the left.

The receptionist, a brown-haired guy a bit older than me, smiles maliciously. "It's pretty hot, huh?"

"Don't... please!" I chuckle.

"You're sweating, maybe I should cool you off?" He cocks a brow.

"Just check me in, Nate."

"Oh nice, will you stay the night alone in your room or do a walk of shame from mine in the morning?" He leans forward supporting his head with his hand. Okay, that's tempting but I'll pass...he knows what he's doing, I'd give him that.

"Keep dreaming."

"Oh, trust me, I will."

I pick up a stack of letters and whack him with it. "You play too much."

"Maybe you should join me. It'll be fun with two players. Come on; you're single; I'm single. Why aren't we banging?" He puts on a smooth tone to animate his deep voice.

"Are you ready to get married?."

"Ahhh..." He mumbles dejectedly. "You gotta be the only woman doing it that way." He types on a computer and then hands over my ID.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not." I wink before ascending the stairs. I do so with my waist thrust so my booty is more pronounced as I climb the steps. As I teasingly peer back at Nate.

"You're not being fair at all." He groans.

"I have no clue what you mean." I smile to one side and bat my lashes. Upstairs is a carbon copy of what's downstairs. The only difference is the dining area and bar stations. Sets of French doors lead out to a real-life paradise. A few workers wipe tables, sweep, wash dishes, and dust chandeliers in the empty hall.

"Hey, boo." Taylor waves. She has a chubby face, unlike my slim one, and her eyes are golden in the harsh sunlight.

"Ready for the day?"

"Yeah, I love nothing more than snobby rich assholes sending food back."

I help her wash the dishes, wine glasses, and silverware. "The best customers ever, especially when they don't tip."

"The cheapness of it all, I swear. We can't save up for college this way."

"We can work on our credit and take out a loan?"

"Then we'll have to pay it back, though," Taylor grumbles. "I wish our parents had savings instead of just throwing us out after graduation."

"Me too...this sucks. The one job we thought we'd be racking up with is a letdown."

"It's never too late to be a stripper." Taylor winks.

"We got the moves." I dance with my shoulders.

"Speaking of moves, wanna hit a real club tonight?"

"Um...I don't want to go alone....and be the third wheel again." I mumble.

"Invite one of your Tinder boos."

"I could, but I don't know. The guy might think we're dating."

"Girl, you're on a dating site." Taylor's light voice chimes with annoyance.

"I know...but I don't want to imply too fast."

"You're dramatic." Taylor splashes me with bubbly water. "Try out dating. How are you gonna know a guy is worth it if you don't date him first??"

My mouth drops to the floor. "You did not just-" I splash Taylor back.

"Don't be a square. Find the cutest one and ask him out. You could be missing the one by not doing that. Just open the mystery box take a peek, and see what you get."

"Maybe you're right..."

"I am."

"Don't get cocky."

"I bet you I'm right."

"Dude, picking a random guy won't lead to a ring on my finger,"

Taylor rolls her eyes. "Have some faith...surprises happen. Just make sure his package is big."

"I'll size him up." I laugh wildly.