The Love Of Money - S01 E240

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The Love Of Money - S01 E240

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"Can..." Emily hesitated before continuing, "Can I ask you about something?"

"Sure," I said. "I have some time."

"What are you going to tell Mom and Dad?"

"About?"

"Who you're dating. Mom's pretty traditional about this sort of thing. I don't think she would take it well if she found out that you've basically built a harem."

"A harem?" I didn't like that implication.

She held up a finger. "Erin." Then she paused and looked at Chloe.

"It's fine," I said, anticipating what she was thinking. "She's allowed to hear everything. She has to be able to do her job."

She looked back at me doubtfully but continued, holding up a second finger. "Helen." She held up a third finger and continued listing the rest off. "Danni, Shea, Natashya, Ashlee

"Ashlee doesn't count," I said, but I got her point.

"That's a messed up thing to say, but whatever. You're dating a lot of women." She pointed at Chloe and said, "Are you guys sleeping together?"

"Em!" I snapped.

Emily eyed Chloe for a moment and said, "Nah... you aren't sleeping with my brother."

"What makes you say that?" Chloe asked as she swirled the orange juice around her glass, seeming more idly curious than anything.

"Because you seem to have more sense than most."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "That Erin and Helen don't have any sense?"

Emily shook her head a little wearily. "No, I'm sorry... it's just.."

"What?" I asked.

"Mom was grilling me about you yesterday. I think she got the same impression I did with Erin-that you guys were something more. She thought it was weird when Jess showed up, and I agree."

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to bring up Natashya again, but it wasn't quite the same. If I understood her correctly, she was concerned about the number of girls I was fucking and that I was hiring them specifically so I could sleep with them. I had to admit... sleeping with my employees had been a hell of a perk. My chef was engaged, my personal trainer was a lesbian, and my CEO was an old British guy doing a phenomenal John Cleese impersonation.

"Can be frank?" Chloe said, looking at me.

"Of course," I said.

"Miss Upton," Chloe said, giving Emily a dangerous look. "I've been guarding rich people for a while, and do you know how many of them make horrible decisions?"

"All of them?"

"Yep," Chloe said. "All of then. I've seen people fuck up so bad that they've taken entire families down with them. Money changes people. Some for the better, but most of the time, it ends in a dumpster fire. Marcus hasn't always made the best choices, but he could do much worse. Of all his good decisions, though, his best has been in who he hires. He's surrounded himself with capable people who have not only proven talented, but also loyal. Some of them just so happen to also be enthusiastic about being intimate with him. These are all responsible, consenting adults who have managed to successfully mix business with pleasure. All while having more integrity than most."

A mixture of emotions swirled in my head as I listened to Chloe defend my behavior to my sister. I was surprised that my bodyguard had said so many words in a row and that they were all incredibly kind toward me. I was also taken aback that she was so open-minded about my relationship with the other women. For some reason, I always felt like she disapproved of my sexual antics, so to hear her back me up made me feel a little better about having her as my bodyguard during those times.

The memory of her standing in the doorway watching Ashlee,

Shea, and me fuck while she had her hand buried between her legs came to mind for the first time since I'd been rescued. I wondered if she felt like an outsider watching me enjoy the other ladies in my employ... like Scrooge standing out in the cold watching his employee-Bob Cratchit-enjoy a Christmas meal with this family. What would have happened if I'd indicated for her to join us? Would she have done it?

"You're right," Emily said, tearing me out of my reverie. I suddenly realized that I was staring at my bodyguard, taking in the sight of her suburban-mom good looks, her freckled nose and cheeks framed by dirty blonde hair, sunkissed arms, and shoulders sculpted into works of art by years of training and physically demanding jobs....

"I'm sorry," Emily continued. "I didn't mean to come off as judgmental. It's not like I can really throw stones, considering Natashya. Mom just caught me off guard yesterday with all the questions, and I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't want to say anything you might not want me to."

There was one thing that I didn't think Chloe had gotten quite right, and I wasn't sure I'd find a better opening than this. I'd been intending to tell her about Bobbi, after all.

"It's fine," I said with a sigh. "You might not be entirely wrong."

"What do you mean?" Emily asked.

I glanced at Chloe and then back at Emily. "Well, you've seen Bobbi around, right?"

"The one with the collar?" Emily asked.

"That's a yes," I said.

"She's kept her distance, but Natashya and I both have. We've been super curious, too. She thinks it's some kind of kink thing."

"Kind of," I said.

Like I'd done earlier with Tara, I took a deep breath and told her about Bobbi, leaving out some of the darker parts of our story, like the visit I'd made to her hotel room the night after my press conference. Halfway through the story, however, I was starting to wonder if I'd made some sort of mistake... by the time I finished, Emily's face was a thunderhead.