Chapter 134: I'll Have to Teach You Well

[Chapter 134: I'll Have to Teach You Well]

Tyran followed club manager Sean backstage, then took the elevator to the upper floors of the record label area. "Boss, I brought her in," Sean called out as he poked his head inside.

"Let her in," a voice responded from inside.

That was Ryan's voice. Tyran took a deep breath and stepped into the room, immediately feeling Ryan's gaze scan over her.

"How are you feeling? Adjusting well?" Ryan asked, shrugging in what seemed like a concerned manner.

"Not bad, everything's good. The hotel is nice," Tyran replied, sounding a bit reserved.

"It's just a casual chat, have a seat," Ryan indicated toward the chair across from him.

"Okay," the young woman nodded, keeping her head down as she sat. She wore a leopard-print bikini, and her figure was impressive -- no wonder she could land modeling gigs. There was an aura about her that reminded one of the classic blonde beauties from the '70s and '80s, a time when conventional beauty standards hadn't declined.

Even though Playboy wasn't what it used to be, its selection process was still pretty tough. The playmates were often evaluated on their education and manner of speaking; the magazine even published a monthly "handwritten letter" from each playmate.

Ryan chatted with her for a bit, discovering that she had been the playmate of the month in February 2007, graduated from Southeastern Louisiana University in 2005, and had modeled for five years for the Shirley of Hollywood lingerie brand before becoming a playmate.

"How much can you earn from shooting for the magazine?"

"It varies from person to person; I don't earn that much," Tyran shook her head.

"Do you know Hugh Hefner?"

"Never met him."

"Did you shoot for Playboy because you were low on cash?"

"I suppose so. I wanted to go to law school, but didn't end up getting in," she said awkwardly.

"Really? What were you studying for? Let's hear it," Ryan probed, not really believing her. It seemed like the kind of story one often heard, akin to sick parents, runaway moms, or stressful family situations -- just something to listen to and let go of.

But surprisingly, she recounted quite a bit.

"Let me quiz you. What are the regulations on illegal substances in Florida?"

"According to the Federal Controlled Substances Act, illegal substances in Florida are categorized into five schedules. Simple possession of Schedule I and II substances is a third-degree felony, with a maximum fine of $5,000 and up to five years of imprisonment; intending to distribute them is a second-degree felony, with a maximum fine of $10,000 and up to 15 years of imprisonment..." she rattled off, impressively fluent.

Ryan took a look at her again; in the modeling world, you certainly needed the right look and body. Aside from her fake assets, she checked out very well.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Ryan asked next.

"What are you getting at?" she lifted her head.

"Have you thought about working here to help me with simple tasks and relieve some of my stress? My office is set up just outside; when I'm around, I'd need you to be on-call," Ryan stated straightforwardly.

'If she had a decent and stable job, she wouldn't come here to flirt with him.' Ryan went straight to the point.

She tilted her head, then giggled, realizing that Ryan wanted her for more personal reasons.

That was a bit forward... but then again, she understood that she was merely a means to an end.

"Okay," Tyran nodded.

"Go find Sean; he'll arrange everything for you, including your health exam. Then wait outside for me," Ryan said as he noticed some chaos on the surveillance monitor showing Elizabeth Olsen's side. He quickly stood up.

"Wait a minute." Just as Ryan was about to leave the room, she called out.

"You need to lend me a jacket, right? I can't go looking like this," she said, a bit flustered, still in her bikini.

"There's some in the closet; just grab one and return it afterward," Ryan replied without looking back.

...

"You ruined the shirt! Why don't you pay for it?" Elizabeth Olsen shrunk back, facing a towering man who seemed intimidating, but she didn't let him leave without a word.

This was at the memorabilia shop outside the club where Ryan's clothing line was sold, and Elizabeth Olsen had taken on the role of the "assistant manager."

"I didn't ruin it! That's how it was when I got it!" the tall man retorted angrily.

"Are you accusing my boyfriend?" chimed in the man's girlfriend.

As the situation escalated, a figure stepped in front of Elizabeth.

"The surveillance cameras prove it, Elizabeth; it's time to call the cops," Ryan stated as he appeared.

"Oh," Elizabeth quickly nodded.

Hearing there were cameras, coupled with Ryan's presence, caused the man's confidence to deflate. "You can either pay the retail price now, or when the police arrive, it will be more than that. I can make you regret it," Ryan offered with two choices.

"Bad luck for me," the man grimaced, pulling out his wallet...

Ryan sorted out the chaotic situation and turned to hand Elizabeth the money.

"Is your act finished? I don't need your help right now; you can focus on other things," Elizabeth Olsen felt a bit embarrassed, quickly adding.

"How's the sales going?" Ryan brought up the main topic.

"There were so many people today; everything sold out at full price! I didn't expect it to be this popular here," Elizabeth smiled brightly, feeling a sense of accomplishment seeing how nearly all the stock had sold out in just a few hours.

It showed just how well-received the items were, given their high prices that yielded fantastic profits.

Ryan realized the problem didn't lie with him; it was her two older sisters who were unreliable.

It seemed he needed to figure things out on his own moving forward.

Fizz kept updating on her end, saying she had contacted the head of Calvin Klein's marketing department, and after reviewing Ryan's photos in GQ, they agreed to have Ryan be the face of next year's CK underwear campaign!

All those hours in the gym paid off.

"Alright, you can get back to what you were doing; I've already contacted someone to restock," Elizabeth ushered Ryan toward the door.

...

Late at night, a weary Sean found Ryan.

"The event was a huge success! The foot traffic has increased significantly; it was nearly spilling out into the hallway. The promotions worked," Sean said, despite his exhaustion, wearing a beaming smile.

"How much impact do you think the models had on this?"

"A lot of people came because of them; we can extend this event for another two days. Let's plan to do this monthly from now on. Next month... how about we collaborate with the cheerleaders from Florida State? You have a friend there, right?" Sean's eyes sparkled with ideas.

"Not a bad thought."

"Clubs have a limited variety of events, you know."

"Thanks for everyone's hard work tonight; we'll start an hour late tomorrow," Ryan said.

"Got it," Sean nodded and added, "That woman is still waiting for you. I'll send her to your car shortly."

...

A little later, as the Navigator's door opened, the woman wrapped in Ryan's jacket stepped in, wearing six-inch high heels.

Ryan extended his arm, and Tyran naturally took it as she slid into the passenger seat.

Ryan started the car.

"Have you done this kind of work before?" Ryan casually asked as he drove.

"Never," Tyran shook her head, and to be honest, she still felt a bit dazed. Just yesterday, she had been worried about her rent, and today... here she was, sitting next to a star.

Although this probably wasn't a long-term job -- she knew that once Ryan got bored, he would just replace her -- at least she was making some money.

Soon, nagging thoughts crossed her mind, reminding her she had sold out her self-respect for cash. She had previously been able to resist similar temptations.

Many had hinted at such a thing before, but she had turned all of them down.

Only with Ryan... she had said okay.

What was it about him?

She glanced at Ryan, his face illuminated by streetlights as the car moved, his features shifting between shadow and light, deep and chiseled. Suddenly, it hit her.

Even without any promises, countless women were likely throwing themselves at him.

He could have anyone he wanted with just a word.

"You're off work; it's my turn to work now, Boss," she leaned in and lowered her head, taking the initiative.

Ryan pressed the accelerator deeper, but he felt she was very unfamiliar.

"Sorry, I'll learn properly," she said a bit embarrassed, a stray hair curling around her mouth, looking a little disheveled.

"Is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to teach you well," Ryan replied slowly.

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