“Yeah,” I said.

Saint’s brows quirked. “You do understand the position, right?”

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. “Yes.”

Saint’s lips thinned. “You would have to go on dates with clients lookin’ for some company. Then there’s the ones who will come here wantin’ to fuck.” He paused for effect, maybe. “Men and women.”

That time I did roll my eyes. “You already know I don’t care if it’s men or women. I’m applyin’ for the job. I know the details. What are you worried about? That it’ll be bad for the Diamond MC?”

Saint shook his head. “Fuck, if anythin’, it’ll make the club more popular with the women, and the brothers won’t give a shit because they’re all about money and sex, which is what this job is.”

“Exactly.”

Saint sighed. “What happens if a man or a woman comes here and you don’t find them attractive? Would you still be able to get hard?”

Was he serious? “Yeah, I won’t have a problem.”

Saint jerked his head back in shock. “Serious?”

“All I gotta do is close my eyes and picture someone I’m into, and if I can’t close my eyes, I’ll make sure the customer is happily satisfied while I get hard.”

He seemed skeptical over my answer. I was only twenty-three and fucking horny, to the point where it was as if I was just learning to use my dick. I’d do just about anyone if it led to me getting off.

“All right.” He nodded and then glanced down at the paper in front of him. “Then how would you rate your ability to help your partner find their release?”

I shrugged. I didn’t want to brag, but I was after this job after all. “Ten outta ten.”

Saint snorted. “Serious?”

I laughed. “You seem to be sayin’ that a lot.”

His eyes narrowed. No other brother would I have given lip to, but I was good friends with Lucas, Saint’s younger, gay brother. So, in a way, I had a feeling I could get away with it a little. However, it might not last because Lucas didn’t know I was applying for the job to become a male escort-slash-prostitute. When he’d heard I’d been thinking about it and asked me, I’d told him it’d just been something I was thinking of, that it probably wouldn’t happen. Yet, here I was. When Lucas did find out, I expected a lengthy phone call. I just didn’t know if he would want to talk me out of it or just need to understand the whys of my choice. I hoped for the second one as I appreciated Lucas’s friendship and wouldn’t want to lose it over something like this.

I wiped my sweaty palms down my thighs. “No woman or man has left my bed without findin’ their own release. I take care of my partners.”

He studied me for a moment before looking back down to the sheet of paper. “What would you do if a married couple asks for you and the husband wants to watch you fuck his wife?”