Ian Ferguson was that for me.
Working for one of the world’s most eligible billionaires taught me many things: I can tell the difference between BCBG and Balenciaga. I know how much mileage I can put into my Jimmy Choos before I have to get another pair. I know when Ian was in a good mood and when I should get the hell out of dodge.
Working for Ian also taught me…I can’t separate my personal feelings from our professional relationship.
Lady luck and a killer bod was on my side, though. Amateur night at the local strip club taught Ian I was no longer the desperate college student he met a few years ago, but a grown-ass woman with grown-ass needs. And honestly, I think he already knew that but never acted on it.
I just hope this experiment is worth the effort from both of us. He’s got me feeling some type of way…