Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I may have a weakness for bad boys, but I'm no delicate flower.
There's steel beneath my skin, forged by the fires I've walked through.
I've picked myself up and started over more times than I can count.
This time will be no different.
I make a beeline for the stack of lingerie sets piled on the bed.
Rosa hooked me up with these for my interview at Satin Dreams tonight.
Rifling through the delicate lace and satin, I settle on a provocative black number.
The demi-cup bra barely contains my ample cleavage, and the Brazilian-cut panties leave little to the imagination.
Perfect.
I need to stand out if I'm going to land this gig.
I shimmy into the lingerie, the cool fabric skimming my curves.
Over it goes a skin-tight bandage dress in crimson, the hem flirting with the tops of my thighs.
With my rhinestone stilettos and some va-va-voom makeup, I'll be every inch the seductive temptress.
Exactly the vibe I'm going for.
In this world, sex appeal is a valuable commodity, and I intend to cash in.
I need this job badly.
The sooner I'm back on my feet financially, the sooner I can get the hell out of this house.
I can't spend one more minute here with Viper than I have to, not after the vicious way he flung my mistakes in my face.
So what if I have shitty taste in men?
I don't need it rubbed in my nose, especially not by someone with his track record.
Fifteen years in prison speaks for itself.
He may be Allegra's father, with the whole reformed bad boy thing going on, but I see right through the act.
Men like Viper, they never really change.
He'll always be the cocky, domineering asshole who takes what he wants and damns the consequences.
Just my type, a traitorous little voice in my head whispers.
I tell it firmly to shut up.
I'm done with men like Viper, like Lyon.
I won't be another notch on anyone's bedpost or punching bag ever again.
This is my time now.
I finish getting ready in record time, pausing to snap a quick selfie in the full-length mirror.
Damn, I look good.
Scooping up my clutch, I fire off a text to Rosa as I head out.
On my way to Satin Dreams. Wish me luck!
Her reply comes seconds later.
Knock 'em dead, baby girl! Dominic can't wait to meet you. You got this!
A smile tugs at my glossed lips. Rosa always has my back.
With her in my corner and my game face on, I feel invincible, untouchable.
Watch out, world.
Iris Marie Ashton is coming for everything she deserves, and heaven help anyone who stands in her way.
The Montana cold hits me like a wall the moment I step outside, but I don't let it faze me.
With a purposeful stride, I make my way down the busy sidewalk, the click of my stilettos against the pavement a staccato counterpoint to the pulse of the city.
Satin Dreams isn't far, just a few blocks from Allegra and Viper's place.
As I walk, I can't help but marvel at the sheer coziness of Tinsel Creek.
The log cabins and buildings would normally blend in together, but they don’t, each one having their own spin on craftsmanship.
Pine trees sway in the chill breeze, their needles rustling like whispered secrets.
The air is thick with the mingled scents of pine, peppermint, and hot chocolate.
Before long, I find myself standing before the imposing facade of Satin Dreams.
The exterior is all sleek lines and gleaming chrome, the name emblazoned in glowing neon script above the entrance.
I take a moment to adjust my dress, ensuring everything is in place, before squaring my shoulders and striding toward the door.
"You've got this, Iris," I murmur under my breath, a personal pep talk. "Time to show them what you're made of."
The interior of the club is just as luxurious as I'd imagined, all plush velvet and polished mahogany.
The lighting is low and intimate, with strategically placed spotlights illuminating the main stage.
A few dancers are already warming up, their lithe bodies undulating to the sensual beat of the music.
I approach the bar, where a well-dressed man is pouring drinks with practiced flair.
He looks up as I near, his gaze appraising.
"What can I get for you, sugar?" he drawls, his voice smooth as top-shelf whiskey.
I lean against the bar, flashing him my most dazzling smile. "Actually, I'm here to see Dominic. I have an interview scheduled with him."
The bartender's eyebrows lift, interest sparking in his eyes. "Is that so? Well, you just wait right here, darlin'. I'll let him know you've arrived."
As he disappears into the back, I take a deep breath, trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach.
Several other girls filter in as I wait, each one more stunning than the last.
They eye me curiously, no doubt sizing up their new competition.
I meet their gazes levelly, refusing to be cowed.
In this world, confidence is key.
After what feels like an eternity, the man returns. “All right, ladies, follow me. The boss is ready for you.”