Reaching their booth, Alessia called for the drinks she ordered, but Valerie was most concerned about the girl they rescued.
"Sit. What's your name and what do you do for a living?" She asked seriously. Greta was nervous and embarrassed.
Valerie looked poised and though sexy looking, it was obvious she had not come here to meet a man but just to have fun.
Don Denzel was feared, but no wonder every woman wanted him to be hers. The way he even defended his wife and sister was something every woman would wish for in her man.
Greta's head was lowered, and she wished that one day, she would be able to do something more respectable with her life. "I'm Greta, a call girl."
"What is that?" Valerie asked. Though Alessia mentioned it, she was lost as to what it truly meant.
Greta's eyes widened, but she explained. "A sex worker, but I accept appointments by phone or online rather than working in a brothel or on the street."
