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It’s her break. Beth has twenty minutes to rest and then she will return to the shopping room. The sandwich she eats is wet. She put too much mayonnaise on the bread. And it doesn't taste that good, but she can’t allow herself to buy something in the district. It's an expensive area where the cheapest sandwich costs forty bucks. And with her finances, she can only afford the sandwich she is eating now.
“That’s a hot piece of ass asking for you.” Camila appears in the restroom.
“Who?” Beth doesn’t expect any guests. And a hot piece of ass? Why does she imagine Rio with his stupid grin and dark beanie that looks good on him. It must look stupid, not hot. Camila tells her with a knowing smile Beth can’t understand:
“Mexican, hot, tall, lean but with muscles, brown eyes, neck tattoo, cute spanish accent, calls you Elizabeth.”
Oh. Shit. She chokes on a sandwich and has to cough very loudly and drink soda before saying:
“Fuck.”
“I will defenetly fuck him, but he wants you, Beth.” Camila winks at her and goes back to the shopping room cackling on the way back.
That’s unexpected. Beth swallows a sandwich, wipes her mouth and hands with a damp cloth, and straightens her dress and hair before heading out into the shopping room. She cannot go out as some kind of crap. And it's not about Rio, it's about the fact that she has to look presentable at work.
She always looks presentable.
Only Camila and Ellis are in the shopping room. Today she works with them. They stand at the checkout counter and stare at Rio, who is looking at the purses with such interest as if he wants to buy one of the bags. The price for one handbag starts at five thousand dollars. It is unlikely that he can afford it.
“What do you want, Mendoza?” She whispers angry at him. What did he forget at Bloomfield Hills? It’s far far away from their neighborhood.
“Spend time with you?” Rio has this stupid grin on his face. She hates when he grins like that, hates that he watches her so intently, hates that secretly she loves it.
Beth doesn’t answer him, pulls him to the exit by the sleeve of his leather jacket and into the street. Whatever conversation he comes here for, she doesn't want Camila and Ellis to be eavesdropped. They will ask a lot of questions about what this hot piece of ass wanted from her and where she dragged him during her break.
She doesn’t drop a word until they are in his car. She hates his black Cadillac too. Someone should forbid him to be so sexy.
“What do you want, Mendoza?” She asks, turning to him, pulls a leg under her in the seat of his car. She is wearing a simple red dress, she knows that it pulls up slightly and exposes her legs more than she would like. But let the boy look. And he looks, licks his lips, and then looks at her face.
“Just to let you know, I planned to buy my sis a new bag.”
Like hell Paola goes to school with a real Louis Vuitton bag and not some counterfeit. Beth knows a lot about expensive things. She used to buy clothes in such boutiques, but now she is just a worker in one of such places.
“Like hell you can afford a premium brand.” Beth huffs. She gets a smirk and a lot of cash that Rio grabs from his valet. It seems like several dozen hundred dollar bills and she slightly opens her mouth.
“Are they even real?” She squeals a little. She saw much more money of course. And she knows that Rio isn't a law abiding citizen. But still.
“Are they even real?” He mimics her, but looks at her boobs. The dress has a nice cleavage, but with her D cups it’s hard to contain her boobs and not to show them off.
“Yes.” Beth nods.She is already used to people ogling her breasts. What can she say, sometimes she herself sticks to the way her breasts bounce when she does some sports.
She is used to it, but not to say that she likes it. But when Rio looks at her, at her tits , it gives her goosebumps and a pleasant fever.
This is called sexual arousal, thank you very much. And she doesn't like that she feels this sexual arousal because of him.
“Can I check?” Rio pulls his palm towards her slowly, but she slaps his palm and he immediately removes it.
“Don't you dare.” She hates that she wants it. And she feels that her nipples become hard under his gaze.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He breaks into a smile. “We both know I will do it one day.”
“In your dreams.” Beth snaps but he doesn’t mind and smiles still.
“Princess, don't lie to yourself.”
Oh no. She is not going to give in to him, no matter how attractive he is.
“Maybe I want to be a Queen.” Beth declares. And that makes his smile even wider.
“You can't be a Queen without a King.”
“I will manage.”
“Don't you want to be my Queen, Elizabeth?” And he winks at her, her heart starts to beat faster but she manages stone face and answers:
“No.”
But Beth-the-slut-who-wants-into-his-pants-but-she-is-a-virgin wants to. Can you even be a slut when you are a virgin?
He is silent, watching her. She watches him back. She still has time. Camila and Ellis are nice, but she wants to spend time there, in this Cadillac that smells oddly comforting.
“I know that you need money.” He finally tells her. This is an understatement. She needs money like fucking oxygen. Now that her father makes 6,000 fucking thousand a month, when he made millions, yes, she needs money. But she replies modestly:
“I’m perfectly fine.”
She isn’t. He must see the neon sign over her head that states: liar. He looks at her seriously, resting his chin on his hand.
“Really? Everyone knows your history, darling. Falling from a social ladder must hurt.”
And he tucks the strand that is on her face back behind her ear. She doesn’t like when people touch her, but it feels oddly nice. Damn! Why does he have this effect on her?
“I managed to survive.” She answers but she misses her life, her blue Porsche, her nice clothes, bubble baths in jacuzzi. She used to have some standards.
“So do you need money or not?”
“I have a part time job.”
“And what, thousand in cash, when can you have this?” He shows her cash once more. And she wants to be normal once again.
“I won’t sell drugs or do something illegal.” She tells him. But this battle has already been lost. They both know it.
“I know that you are smart enough to come with something that will sound like a plan.” He says and he can see her .
“I can bake muffins with weed.” She had already thought about it. It's too good an idea not to use it. “I have a lot of assets.”
That makes him chuckle.
“I’m looking at your assets right now.” And Rio looks at her breasts once again.
“We are discussing business right now, Rio. Not my assets.” Beth snaps in front of his nose, but he still stares at her breasts.
“And what nice assets.” He nibs his lip.
“I mean I can bake well.”
“Will you say yeah when I suggest you side hustle?” Rio looks up at her. He's serious again. Some kind of a business mood that makes him look older than he is.
“How much will my cut be?” It’s a reasonable question. Beth needs to know how much she will receive for this. She is not going to work for free. But he jokes:
“Let's see how good your assets are.”
And what's wrong with him? Why does he even lick his lips sexually?
“You such a jerk.”
“You love it.”
She loves it. He doesn't need to know about it. Otherwise, his ego will increase even more. Beth doesn’t answer him, just gets out of his car and when she is on her way to the shop she hears:
“I'll stop by tomorrow at five. You won't have anyone at home. So I will estimate your assets .”
She doesn’t turn around, just raises her hand and shows him the middle finger. He laughs out loud and his car takes off.
What is she getting herself into?