Club Girl by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online Page B

be in a room full of men and not feel the slightest bit of shyness or doubt. She knew how to work men. But this...this was unchartered territory.
     
    What the hell was she supposed to do when a man liked her...just for herself?
     
    Frazzled, she ran a hand through her hair. “I don’t think I can do this.”
     
    “What are you talking about?”
     
    “It’s…a date. I mean…what am I supposed to do with him?” She glanced at Willow. Much to her own shock, tears popped into her eyes. What was wrong with her? A twelve year old could handle this situation better than her. But then most young girls didn’t have to worry about anything other than school, friends, and clothes, whereas she never had the opportunity to deal with such simple matters.
     
    As if understanding her dilemma, Willow put an arm around her waist and hugged her. “Listen, honey, all you have to do is be yourself.”
     
    That was such a foreign concept. A hooker was whoever the client wanted her to be. She didn’t know who she was and what she wanted. “How?”
     
    Willow put her hand under Gabby’s chin and forced her to look into her eyes. “Listen, girl. You’re a sweet, independent, and strong woman. Don’t worry about pleasing Nick. Concentrate on having a good time.”
     
    “But what if he doesn’t like who I am?”
     
    “Then that would be his loss. But I know that boy, and he is not an idiot. And trust me, he has never asked another girl out.”
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “Well, sure he has gone out on dates, but ever since this one serious relationship that happened much before he entered the club, he has never even looked at any of the girls who have worked here. Oh, sure, he might have taken them upstairs to spend a night or two, but that was as far as he went.”
     
    Gabby sucked in a deep breath of air. “Yeah, he told me about that girl who died.”
     
    Willow’s expression was incredulous. “He told you? He never tells anyone. So that is furtherproof of the fact that he really likes you.”
     
    “But he hasn’t even slept with me. How does he know if I am good or not?”
     
    Willow ran her hand over Gabby’s hair as if she couldn’t bear the pain of what she heard. “Gabby, he is not taking you out because he wants to sleep with you. That, he could have done here. He wants to spend time with you and get to know you better.”
     
    She gulped. What did people do when they spent time together just for the heck of it? What the hell was she supposed to talk about? She didn’t know much. But there was no point telling this to Willow. “What should I wear?”
     
    “Now that I can help you with!” Willow grinned. She stood and walked over to the pile of clothes that were heaped on the chair. “Let me take a look. This skirt should only be worn when someone is dead.” She hung back the black skirt. Picking up Gabby’s ripped jeans, she inspected them. “These have potential. And if you team them up with that navy blue top, that would look quite good on you.”
     
    Gabby was willing to put herself in Willow’s expert hands. “Are you sure?”
     
    “Yes, honey I am.” Willow handed the clothes over. “Now go on, wear these. Show me what you got.” Once Gabby wore the clothes and strode out into the room, Willow inspected her. She whistled. “Looking good! Let me do your makeup. It’s got to be subtle, not too over the top.” As she played around with Gabby’s hair and face, Willow made small talk. Unable to pay attention to all that the other woman said, Gabby nodded or merely grunted. “I don’t have a daughter so never got a chance to do this. There you’re done.” She held up the mirror.
     
    Gabby gasped. She looked different, softer, and mellower. “Thanks.”
     
    “Now go on, have fun.”
     
    Gabby hugged Willow. “You’re so kind.”
     
    She went downstairs. Nick was already at the bar, waiting for her. Seeing her, his eyebrows rose up a little bit. “You look