Chelsea's Promotion

"Are you sure you want me running this place?" Chelsea asked. "I just don't want to screw it up."

"Having you in charge will encourage the other girls. Make them feel like there is someone that cares for them. Not someone that's going to treat them like shit." Logan reassured his wife for the fourth time. He didn't mind her second guessing, her desire to do things well came out as insecurity. He took a drink of the whiskey on his desk. "But we should celebrate babe. You're about to be paid to be surrounded by beautiful women all night."

"No matter what Kristin may tell you I'm not into girls." Chelsea huffed until Logan leaned in to give her a kiss.

"Is that why your lips taste like pussy?" Logan teased after breaking the kiss.

"Fuck you."

"Promise?"