Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Thank goodness.
I fumbled for the water bottle in front of me, nearly knocking it over before managing to work the cap off. Relief filled me that they hadn’t seen the sketch.
Jackson had an eyebrow cocked as he watched me gulp down water. “We post videos online, too. Of our renovation projects.” He gestured toward the dilapidated house. “That’s what we do. We buy houses like this, fix them up, and sell them.”
“You’re house flippers?” I’d heard the term from an online show.
”Yep.” Jackson looked pleased that I’d caught up. “We’re actually known online as the Flip Trips.”
Ah. That was clever, since they were triplet house flippers.
Reid, however, had a slightly pained expression on his face. “It’s all part of the brand.” It was clear that he didn’t exactly love that part of his business. “We do what we call a Ten-Day Turnaround. We work our butts off for ten days and transform as much of the house as we can. People follow along online, and it gets eyes on our work.”
“Which helps when we’re ready to sell,” Hunter added. He was leaning back in his chair, seemingly oblivious to the rust patches under the bare skin of his back.
“So… you need someone to take some videos of you while you do your renovations?” I asked.
“We have someone,” Hunter said, then revised his words. “Had someone. Unfortunately, he’s a fucking menace in a bowling alley.”
“What?” I was thoroughly confused by that.
Jackson took over the conversation. “A buddy of ours, Chris, makes all the videos and posts them online. Yesterday, he and some friends went to a bowling alley, primarily so they could drink and flirt with the women they brought. Chris somehow managed to get his fingers stuck in a bowling ball when it was his turn. He not only gave himself a concussion, but he somehow ended up with an arm broken in two places.”
I winced in sympathy. “That’s awful.” I couldn’t even imagine what kind of megacast one would need for two broken bones. “And here I thought I was bad at bowling.”
Sitting across from me, Reid gave a faint smile. “From what I gather, there was a lot of alcohol involved. The point is, we need a videographer for this job.”
Some of the weight lifted from my shoulders. Not all of it, but the despair from this morning faded, along with most of the embarrassment I’d felt in the past few minutes. “I’m glad you thought of me.” The words were true. I was proud of the work I’d done with Lila. She had a ton of followers, and part of that was because of my videos.
“You do good work,” Jackson said again. “But if you decide to help us out, you need to know what you’re getting into.”
Reid took up the thread. “We call it a Ten-Day Turnover because we make a huge push. This isn’t a nine-to-five job; it’s basically one, long ten-day job.”
“Day and night,” Hunter added. “We go hard.”
He gave me a pointed look when he said that, but I was still processing the day and night thing. “You guys work around the clock?”
“Pretty much,” Jackson said. “But it’s not like every second of what we do needs to be recorded and posted online.”
Hunter grinned. “Just the stuff where we look hot.”
Reid let out a huff of air. “That’s not what it’s about.”
“Sure it is,” Hunter countered. “Do you really think everyone who checks out our videos is interested in home renovation?”
“Some of them are,” Jackson said, and I wondered if he was the peacemaker of the three. “But yeah, we’ve built up a brand and a following, so it’s in our best interest to give our viewers what they want.” The tip of his nose reddened slightly, and it was adorable as hell. I didn’t have much doubt about what kind of videos of these three their fans would like.
“Our groupies are called the Flip Trippers,” Hunter said.
I covered my mouth, choking back a laugh. I was dying to have a few minutes alone with my phone so I could check out what kind of videos had been posted in the past.
“Let’s talk compensation,” Reid said. He was definitely the Mr. Business of the group. “We can offer you five thousand dollars.”
My jaw dropped. “For ten days of work?” My stunned mind did the math. That was five hundred dollars a day.
Jackson smiled at the shock on my face. “Think that might help with your car repair bills?”
It definitely would. “Starting when?”
“Now, actually,” Jackson said. “Demo day is always day one.”
“Now?” My voice squeaked. If this was day one, that meant that their ten-day push would overlap with Claire’s wedding, and all the family activities leading up to it next week. But five grand… how could I say no to that? Not to mention that filming these Adonis-like men was hardly an unappealing prospect. What better way to distract myself from my ex? “As in… now?”