At Your Mercy (VIP The Pink Collection, #1) Read Online Free PDF

office again. When
she first started, she had turned an old house into a traditional
two-level business office. It was plain but doable. The first floor
is the waiting area for clients. VIP training and meetings are held
on the second level. Violet's office is also on the first floor.
She wants to be able to see who comes in and out of the
building.
    Now the office looks more contemporary. The
color scheme is warm, with a khaki color, Grayed-Jade. A few large
abstract paintings on the walls. Everything seems to be engraved
with the VIP logo design—the new double glass doors at the
entrance, the front of the check-in desk, which now matches the
marble floors. There are areas of the floor accented with
Kashan-design rugs. Business is visibly booming. I'm happy for her.
She basically lives here. The woman is a workaholic.
    I wait at the main desk for Brice to finish
her phone call. Brice, VIP's receptionist, has always been perky.
She can be a bit flighty at times, though. Her boyish, dark haircut
and short, plump stature can be deceiving to most people. She is
all woman and loves fashion to the point of obsession.
    "Sorry about that. That was one of our new
Companions. He is-"
    "He?" I say, in astonishment. As far
as I knew, this was a female-based agency.
    "Violet wants to branch out, include all
genders. His name is Cole. I haven't met him yet, but he's coming
in later today. I hope he's good looking." Brice wiggles her
eyebrows. All I can do is laugh. "You've been away too long,
Ivy."
    "It's been a while, hasn't it? Are you doing
okay?"
    "I'm working full time here now. Violet is
busier than ever."
    I lean on the counter and whisper, "Any
gossip for me? You always seem to know the dirt on some of our past
and present clients."
    She laughs … and snorts. That's Brice. "No,
nothing good for weeks." She opens her mouth, then shuts it.
    "What is it? Tell me."
    "Well, I hear you have-"
    Violet comes out of her office, wearing a
pale rose-colored sleeveless dress. She is always looking good.
"Brice," Violet snaps. "Can you check my schedule and see if I have
any openings for later this evening. One of our clients needs a
Companion ASAP." Violet gives Brice a strange look.
    What's up with that?
    "Sure, no problem. I'll check." Brice smiles
up at me and turns her attention to her computer screen.
    Violet walks up to me and holds both my
hands. I kiss her on the cheek. "Come on in, Ivy. Let's go over
some details about this client and payment information."
    I always loved Violet's office. It gives you
an open feeling with her ceiling-to-floor windows. We sit across
from one another. I lean back in her rustic-colored, oversized
leather chair.
    "The first meeting will be held at a
different location. I thought it was time to change things up a
bit." She winks at me and smiles, showing all her pearly whites.
She is definitely bringing in more cash at VIP. "His name is
Harrison White. He is in the … entertainment industry. Mr. White
requests someone to accompany him to all dinner meetings."
    "Sounds easy enough. Is this local, or will
we travel?"
    "Local for now. He did state that, for
conventions, he may need to travel. So, Ivy, do you want to move
forward with this client?"
    "Yes, I need the distraction," I blurt out
without thinking.
    Violet raises her eyebrows in her do
tell expression.
    "I think I love him. Shit, who am I fooling?
I know I do."
    Violet walks around her L-shaped glass desk
and hugs me. I sob silently. She is fully aware of my dysfunctional
upbringing. We have bonded like sisters in the short period of time
that I have worked for her.
    "Ivy, you got to let it go. It's tearing you
apart, and you're missing out on life, sweetie."
    I nod my head in agreement, tears rolling
down my cheeks onto Violet's bare arms.
    ***
    The restaurant has more of a romantic
atmosphere than business. The cozy dining area adds sensuality with
dim lights and a ballroom grand piano being played by a pianist in
a corner of the restaurant.