Dirty Player: a Rough Riders Novel
“I was completely freaking out.“This is amazing,” Melissa said, bouncing up to me with two glasses of champagne in her hand.We’d been busy since one o’clock with the official grand opening of Stamped. We had champagne and tiny cupcakes and bite-sized cookies brought in from a bakery just down the street, and we were almost out of the hundreds we’d ordered.I’d made more money in one day than I had in almost six months.My head hadn’t stopped spinning.The last two weeks had completely flown by. I’d spent most nights with Oliver at my place or one of his. Sometimes we met at his hotel crash pad, and on weekends we went to his house. Other nights he came directly to Stamped and had to almost physically haul me out of my workroom.I was in way over my head. My online sales had started booming after the street fair, from mostly local customers who had stopped by my booth. I’d had dozens of previous customers contact me wanting more jewelry after seeing my website had been updated with the info...rmation of my first physical store location.My fingers were cut and callused and bandaged and worn down from all the work I’d been doing.The first day had completely blown my mind and I owed it all to Beaux, his faith in me, and the marketing company he’d hired for me to help with the opening.“I don’t know what to do with all this,”MoreLess
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
9 / 10
9 / 10
User Reviews: