CHAPTER 23: Harker
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“Harker, good to see you.” Katie, one of the waitresses at La Petite Mort Club, stopped next to him at the bar. “Is that blood on your shirt?”
“It’s nothing. Sit.” He pushed out a chair. “Keep me company.”
“You know I can’t. I have tables and customers to wait on.”
“Quit and spend the night with me.” He was half joking. He liked her. She was cute with short, reddish-brown hair. She reminded him of a pixie.
“No can do. Then I’d have to do that for all my favorite customers and I’m not quite ready to hang up my tray”—she waved her cocktail tray—“for a bracelet.” The one thing that identified a Pleasure Associate from everyone else at the Club.
“Good. You shouldn’t.” He’d happily f**k her if she were a Pleasure Associate but a woman like her didn’t f**k for
