In this book within a book, plunge into the escapades of Satine Fontaine, who's on the run from her tumultuous past. The vibrant streets of New York beckon her, and fate conspires as she stumbles into Brooklyn's dingiest bar, encountering the enigma...
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STAR: A DEAL OF SORTS
Satine was never destined for customer service. If she were, she'd have been behind the bar at Dynaco's a long time ago. The thing about women like Satine is that they're rarely satisfied. No matter how badly she wanted to be content with the simple; the mundane, she always craved more. She was meant for something greater.
Sitting in Mingyu's sweater at the breakfast bar with one knee up to her chin, Satine flicked through a newspaper, searching for a job. "Help wanted, Gary's Garage..." she recited, turning her nose up at the idea. Satine had learnt to do a lot of things in her life, but her least favourite was anything car related. "Busboy/girl wanted, Coco's Diner..." Resting her forehead against her leg, she growled out of frustration.
"What's up?" Mingyu walked in, pulling her ponytail to the side to reveal her neck. "You seem tense?" As he began to massage her shoulders, Satine let out a long-drawn-out moan.
"Job hunting in Brooklyn sucks."
Mingyu leaned against the table, glancing over the jobs she had already scribbled out. She was right; most of the vacancies did suck, offering shitty pay and likely to exploit a young and beautiful girl like Satine.
Which was why he didn't want her to get a job.
"What about ones further into the city?" she suggested, watching his lips purse as he pondered the idea.
He didn't exactly want her travelling that far; coming home to her naked and napping on his couch was his favourite part of the day. But she wasn't going to be satisfied until she was making money of her own. "I don't know, it's quite a journey," he finally replied.
"Nowhere decent is going to accept me without a degree either... I want to work my way up in a big corporation until I run the damn thing." Satine was nothing without her ambition.
"I suppose you'll have to invest in some business wear too." His tone dripped with disgust, and the twisted look on his face only reinforced it.
"Yeah, not quite our style," Satine confirmed.
"Can't walk into an interview tripping over in your docs, it doesn't exactly give the best impression. Then again, you plus heels equal bad idea." He teased, well-aware of her inherent clumsiness.
From the get-go, Mingyu loved her sense of style, and with each compliment, her fashion seemed to elevate. She was the only woman he'd met who could exude sultriness and femininity effortlessly, even in ripped clothes and huge fuck-off bovver boots.
Drooling slightly as he watched her bite down on the end of her pen, scanning the page for something remotely suitable, Mingyu was reminded for the millionth time why he was so enamoured. "You look extra beautiful when you're pensive, did you know that?" he asked in a dreamy tone.
Surprised by his sudden compliment, Satine spun her stall around to look at him properly. "Are you flirting with me?"
"Only stating the obvious. The little creases in your forehead really do it for me," he teased, throwing his head back and exaggerating an orgasmic expression.
