My plan for the A - Z Challenge is to write every post as if it were a diary entry by a character from my WIP. Today's post comes from Radleigh McCoy.
I really thought Bailey had learned his lesson about hiring pretty girls. Sooner or later, they will end up in my bed, and then he has to start all over again, finding someone new once they get fired for breaking the rules. Must be exhausting.
The latest one arrived today. She's British, which right away, makes her interesting. I've slept with British girls before, and they're usually kinda ... reserved. Not this one. She's got fire in her eyes. She's tiny, only a little over five feet, I'd say. And smart. She didn't crumble like all the others when I spouted all the usual lines that make women forget their morals and drop their panties, so I guess she earned my respect. I'm not fooled though, I've never met a woman I couldn't charm. They're all the same, really. Throw around some compliments, flash the cash, wine them, dine them. They lap it up. Then, when it's all over, they get to make some extra cash by selling their story to the highest bidder. Sex for me, money for them. It's a win-win.
British girl has more class than to go running to the papers. I can tell. But the rest of the story will be the same. I guarantee it.