Love’s Cunning Ruse ( Mr.Kieran And Julie )

Chapter 8

When Julie arrived, Daphne was already at the door, wearing sky–high heels, a neatly–groomed haircut, and a black and white dress that showed business chic. A wave of modern fashion hit Julie as Daphne opened her mouth, “Sweetie, I’ve got a job for you, interested?”

“What job?” Julie was caught off guard and glanced at Daphne, a little confused.

It wasn’t until Daphne handed her a box of fancy condoms and said, “The patrons here are all loaded and won’t blink an eye at the price. Sell them for a hundred dollars, and give the hotel 10% commission, and then keep the rest. What do you say?”

Julie held the box of condoms in her hand, slightly shocked.

Daphne patted her shoulder, “This job’s a quick buck. If the manager wasn’t my kin, I wouldn’t have gotten this chance. Wanna give it a shot?”

Julie knew she was in desperate need of cash so she pursed her lips and eventually nodded in

agreement.

The weather in June in Whispering Pines wasn’t too hot, but Julie who had just rushed over, had a thin. layer of sweat on her face. Her fringes were damp with sweat, making her look a bit disheveled.

after negotiating with the hotel

she had never felt as awkward as she did now. Even standing

it wasn’t for her sister Sansa’s urgent medical bills, if it wasn’t for her sudden layoff, she probably wouldn’t have agreed to this job at this

that reality wasn’t as cruel as she thought. She managed to

the elevator

manager had said that the penthouse suite on the top floor was off–limits, so Julie had no choice but

open. A woman with delicate features and a curvaceous figure, wearing a sexy black lace negligee, gracefully waved at Julie, “Hey, gimp, are you hotel service?

thought, “Isn’t hair pretty normal? Who knows if it’s this

wealthy, so she didn’t dare offend them. Instead she explained with a smile, “I’m not housekeeping. If you need

beautiful eyes slightly, and she looked at Julie with some disgust, “Then what are you

selling condoms. Interested? They’re ultra–thin, textured,

asked, “Do

the product in her

I’ll buy ten boxes from you,” the woman