“You said what?” Kyle blinked, unsure if he’d heard the guy right. The promoter had said it so damn casually too. The wine and dine was starting to make a lot more sense now. This wasn’t just a business meeting. Nothing was just a meeting anymore.
The promoter leaned in, eyes glinting with greasy confidence. “Yeah,” he said, “if we can get some more shots of you we can use it for promo. I got this camera that makes anyone look amazing. Not that you need much help.” His eyes slid down Kyle’s body with a slow look. A cold little shiver crept up Kyle’s spine.
“Just toss on something sexy,” the guy went on. “We could make some real money—me and you.” Kyle froze behind his practiced smile, unsure how to play it. What was the move here? Did other girls just nod and ride it out?
He didn’t want to do that. But he also didn’t want to lose this opportunity. Club promo wasn’t glamorous, but it was better than most of the stuff out there. Not a lot of job openings for someone who went to sleep a high school dude and woke up a woman pushing thirty. Well, some jobs—but most of those were a lot more handsy.
He swallowed the discomfort, forced a grin, and nodded.Maybe he could finesse this. Play along just long enough to get name dropped to the club owner. No need to actually show up at this guy’s hotel door in heels and a trench coat… hopefully.
