Chapter 2

I sighed heavily as I sat in front of a ragtag bunch of men. There were a few—like Mike and Ben—who seemed to have their shit together. They were well dressed and clean cut, and their sales spoke for themselves. But the rest of them looked as if they'd just rolled out of bed.

"Mike, Ben, you're excused from this meeting. As for the rest of you, you've got to get your shit together. You want to make money?" Of course, they all nodded at that. "Well, then, you need to look like you've already got money. No one is going to buy shit being peddled to them by a bum. You." I pointed at James. "Get your hair cut, look respectable."

James sat up straight. "Not gonna happen, man." He ran his hands through his long blond curls. "Chicks fucking dig my hair. They'll buy whatever I'm selling." He was so cocky it was fucking annoying.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Maybe the chicks at school would have, but I'm talking housewives and moms. I'm talking money, not pussy. You want pussy though, right?" He smirked at me. Of course he wanted pussy. What man didn't? "You make money, the pussy comes to you. You won't even have to go looking for it. It'll just land on your dick. Look, kid, I've been doing this for a few years now. I promise, I've gotten my dick wet more times than I can count. Real tigers in bed, too."

His eyes widened at my statement as he pulled at his hair. "Maybe I could stand to lose a few inches."

The promise of money and pussy always got them.

I decided if I was here for a month, I might as well make good use of my time. They wanted me here for two reasons; to shape these guys up, and to make Carlisle and Eleazar money. It didn't hurt that this job came with a huge bonus for me. I'd be set for a very long time, even longer if I invested it right.

So, I'd work side by side with each of them a few days a week. James was going to be my first project. There was potential somewhere inside of him.

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We'd already gone to a couple houses, and those baby blue eyes and blond mop of his definitely didn't hurt him. They got him in the door easily, but his selling strategy left a little to be desired. These women wanted to feel like they were in control. They wanted to believe they were actually in charge, even when we all knew it was their husband's money they were spending.

We climbed the porch steps of a little blue house. "I'll be taking the lead on this one, you just watch," I told him as I rang the doorbell. We stood there for a few moments, and when no one answered, I tried knocking. Our policy was to never wait for more than a few minutes before heading onto the next house; time was money. We were just about to head back down the steps when the door swung open.

"Can I help you?" I heard the lady of the house call out, but when I turned around, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was her, the girl in the blue dress from the bar. Bella, I think her friends had called her. She wasn't wearing her blue dress, yet she was just as alluring. My gaze traveled the length of her as she stood there in front of me; well, us. She wore a white crop top that left very little to the imagination as it stretched across her tits, pairing it with black and white polka dot pants that sat high on her waist. Her feet were bare and incredibly enticing.

"Afternoon, miss." I grinned at her, and I could tell she recognized me by the way her pupils dilated. "Is your mother home?"

She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously. "I wouldn't know if she's home or not. My parents live on Long Island."

Was she married? She was young, and she definitely hadn't acted like she was married the other night. "My apologies. Is your husband here, then?"

She arched a perfect eyebrow at me before lifting her left hand, showing me her empty ring finger. "That would be another no, mister…"

"Masen. I'm very sorry. I'm Edward Masen, and this is my companion, James Hunt. We're representatives for Cullen Incorporated; have you heard of us?"

Her eyes went wide for a moment before that dick hardening giggle slipped past her lips. "No, sorry, I haven't. But please, you and your companioncan come in. I'm very interested in hearing what you have to say, Mr. Masen."

I wanted to groan at the way she purred my name. The thought of what Eleazar had said a few days ago swirled through my head. A little fun on the side wouldn't hurt. It wasn't as if Vicky was innocent either. I saw the way the milkman eyed her. And truth be told, I couldn't have cared less.

Housewives were needy, and if there was a nice set of legs and a good pair of tits attached to a pretty face, I had no issue meeting every one of her needs.

"Sorry, it's pretty grungy in here," she said, breaking me from my thoughts.

We walked into her living room. She wasn't kidding, but it wasn't just grungy, it was a bottles littered the tables, there were pizza boxes strewn around, half-eaten pizza on top of them. To add to it all, it absolutely reeked of pot. I watched as she tried to tidy up ever so slightly, or at least she was trying to make room for us to sit.

"It's not a problem." I mentally cringed as placed my briefcase down on the coffee table. "We might actually have something to—"

I was cut off as one of the bedroom doors opened and a man walked out, pulling a shirt over his head. He stopped in front of Bella, gripping her chin with one hand and planted a long kiss to her lips. "Boss party, dove," he murmured before grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

She watched after him before turning back to us, giggling quietly. "Now if only I could remember his name."

I suddenly wondered if maybe I'd met my match.