My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“Are you old enough, Miss?” frowns the waiter, “I’m sorry I have to ask.”

Mr. Bates snorts.

“Of course she’s twenty-one!” he says drolly. “Give us your nicest bottle.”

With that, the waiter scurries away to retrieve the wine.

“You are twenty-one, right?” asks my date.

I blush.

“Don’t tell but I’m actually only nineteen.”

Howie looks totally taken aback.

“Nineteen?”

“Yeah.”

“Christ. No wonder your pussy’s so tight!”

“Howie!”

“What, you’re suddenly so bashful? Aren’t you the girl that lost her virginity on the kitchen floor of her bosses’ penthouse- to her boss?” He winks.

“Well, he did fire me after,” I retort smartly.

We laugh and drink the fine wine together. Howie tells me stories from his wild life. It’s insane. There are tales of battles with gunshots ringing around his head, not to mention the multiple firefights he’s been in. But deep down, I’m just happy to know he is a good man. He is a sexy man, but also good. His intentions are pure. I feel so soft toward him. At dinner’s end, I simply melt onto his arm as we drive back to his penthouse in the limo. I think I could get used to this life.

CHAPTER 8

HOWIE

It took a little getting used to, bu

t now Lacy and Margaret are comfortable in their new lives. I’ve purchased Margaret a brand spanking-new apartment, while Lacy’s practically moved in with me. Margaret calls me one morning out of the blue while Lacy’s in the shower.

“Howie darling, can you tell Lacy that I wish her the most incredible trip! How I wish I could come with you, but my art show is just taking off. Now that I don’t need to worry about rent, I’ve had so much time to let my creativity flower. Thank you honey, I know I owe it to you.”

I nod graciously.

“Did Mrs. Jones call you yet? She wants to commission a necklace and earring set.”

“Yes, she called my publicist! Oh, I just can’t believe it. Fame and fortune have knocked upon my door, and I feel so lucky. Thank you, you kind man.”

I grin although she can’t see it.

“Aunt Margaret, nothing gives me greater pleasure than giving you and Lacy the lives you deserve. Nothing. And guess what I have in store for my little princess?”

“Oh? What?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to get Lacy’s portrait done. Not just one portrait, but at least a dozen of them. So she can be everywhere in the penthouse. I may have a few done in Florence for the Italian property. But we need some real New York style paintings of her for my penthouse in the meantime.”

“Wow,” marvels Margaret. “I’m impressed.”

“Don’t be. I’ve got the artist coming over today to do preliminary sketches before we hop on a private jet. Lacy did tell you we’re going to Italy right?”

I can almost hear Margaret’s head bobble up and down happily.