“I need to do the rest of my rounds,” she says, her cheeks stained pink with a blush.Fuckin’ adorable. I wonder if her neck and chest get pink when she’s aroused. I’d love to suck and bite on those little titties and watch what happens to her skin. And then I’d turn her ass a nice shade of pink with some well-placed spankings.“You could stay,” I say to her. “We’re heading to Vice for drinks.”King shakes his head at me even while the maid stumbles over her words.“Oh, no. No, I couldn’t,” she says. “But, um, thank you anyway.”I unashamedly watch her ass swaying in that awful dress as she leaves King’s office. As soon as she’s out of sight and out of earshot, I turn to my best friend.“What the fuck? Why didn’t you help me out with her?” I point to the comfortable sitting area off to one side of his office. “We could’ve been getting her naked on that couch right now.”King’s office isn’t our usual place to play with women, but I can already picture how good she’d look sitting on his
“Stay put,” I say, “I’ll get my first aid kit.”“Don’t worry, I’m not running any marathons right now.”He should be looked over by a doctor. A hospital trip would be better than my living room, but we both steer clear of the hospital since Dad…well, we hate that place.I get him patched up and make him an ice pack with a dishtowel and ice.“I don’t know where to tell you to put this,” I say, hovering in front of him. “I guess on your whole face?”He gives a weak laugh at that. “Yeah, I guess so. Thanks, Ella. Do you mind if I stay here tonight?”“Of course you can,” I say.He starts to head toward my bedroom, but I say, “Not there. You’ll have to make do with the couch. I’ll bring you a blanket.”Because even though he’s hurt, I’m tired of being a doormat. And I have an actual job I need to work at tomorrow. He can sleep all day if he wants to.Although Tommy looks like he wants to argue about stealing my bed for the night, he must be truly beaten down, because he just says, “Yeah, o
I don’t know how to talk to her. I don’t know how to coax the truth from her lips, how to gain her trust.If she were mine, I would wring it from her along with her pleasure. I would uncover all of her filthiest desires, as well as her tender, aching hurts. I’d soothe every part of her, give her relief.But she isn’t mine.Sighing in defeat, I say, “Remember what I said, Ella. You work in my building, and that means you’re under my protection. You can come to me with any trouble or problem. Do you understand?”“Yes, Mr. Tyler. Thank you.”She sounds like she doesn’t believe me. It’s as if my words and reassurances are empty promises. I don’t make empty promises. Fuck. How can I convince her of my sincerity?I can’t. She has absolutely no reason to trust me or believe my words.I wish Sebastian were here. He’s the one with the smooth tongue, the voice that can make women drop their panties. Me, I’m the brute who lashes them with my tongue once they’re naked.“I should return to my vacu
My apartment is six blocks from here. I don’t feel great walking around the Bellefleur District at night, but I’ve learned a few tricks, ways of protecting myself from unwanted attention. Mostly, I’ve learned how to walk quickly and remain beneath anyone’s notice.But once I’ve already attracted notice, what then?I have no fucking clue.I fall back on one of my usual tricks—sticking close to other crowds of people, so I don’t look like I’m alone and defenseless. There are plenty of groups around because it’s only ten p.m. Two strip clubs line the next block, as well as a karaoke bar and a late-night diner. I hurry toward them, hoping that the men from table thirty-nine remain where they are.After walking a few yards, I bend down and pretend to adjust my shoe while I peek beneath my arm.They’re following me. Shit.A neon sign lights up the window of the karaoke bar. Kitty Cat Karaoke. A crowd of people loiters in front, talking and laughing. They aren’t waiting to get in, but social
She’s beautiful, bracketed by two men, their voices rising and falling with the melody. A pang of regret washes through me, that I’m not standing up there with her. But it’s too risky—I don’t want to ruin the one place where I can hide out and relax, unknown to everyone around me.The guys have decent voices, but they’re not half as talented as the maid. When the song is over, they all step down even though the audience is asking for more.Always leave them asking for more, that’s what my agent used to say. Wow, she’d be pissed to hear I’ve been hanging out in a karaoke bar and not even singing or drumming up interest for my old albums.The two men with the maid try to talk her into sitting down with them, but I stand up again and catch her eye. I look pointedly toward the seat across from me in the booth.I’m not asking her to join me, I’m telling her.And she fucking comes over, her hips swaying in those jeans that are snug against her curves.Once she’s seated across from me, I sit
EllaWhen Sebastian said he’d drive me home, I thought that meant he’d do the actual driving. But no, like a rich prick, he has his own driver. We slide into the back seat.I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend.If I say it often enough, I’ll remember it the next time Sebastian tries to flirt with me.There’s something familiar about him, beyond the fact that I’ve seen him at the Tyler building. I wish I could figure it out, but no matter how hard I stare at his face, it’s not coming to me.It’s not as if staring at his face is a hardship, though. He’s so handsome, it makes my chest ache. Those hazel eyes of his seem to see right through me, and he looks at me like he wants to know everything. Ever fleeting thought, every filthy desire.And looking back at him, at his well-muscled physique stretching out his dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up slightly to bare tattooed forearms? Holy fuck, I am feeling a lot of filthy desire.I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfr
EllaJoel’s office is empty for the fourth night in a row. I keep walking past it, as if he might poof into existence all of a sudden.But nope.I go through the motions of emptying wastebaskets, cleaning the bathrooms, tidying the break room and washing down the snack counter. When Joel still hasn’t shown up by the end of my shift, I slump down at the table in the break room and pull my phone from my dress pocket.The maid uniform might be as ugly as sin, but at least it has pockets.I don’t get to go to the gala. I can’t afford the gown I picked out, and what’s worse, I can’t afford any gown because my absolute idiot of a brother stole the last of my money. Already I won’t be able to eat very well over the next month, but I could’ve gotten through it on the memories of attending the Tyler Gala.I dial Joel. I would rather share this news in person, but it’s been three days, and if the shithead won’t come to work so I can see him, then I guess I’m left with the phone.If he doesn’t p
EllaTonight is my one night off. I’d hoped, maybe, that Joel and I could do something, and when I texted to suggest a walk in the park in downtown San Esteban, because it’s free entertainment, he wrote back that he’s working.I could be there, now, if I had a shift tonight. I could go into Joel’s office. He’d close the blinds, then unfasten the buttons at his sleeves and roll the fabric up. His forearms would be thick and powerful, and he’d push me against the desk, spinning me around so I’d have to slam my hands down to catch myself.He’d hold me down, his hand firm on the back of my neck. While I pant for him, squirming, begging for his touch where I need it most, he would lift up my dress and see my lacy panties.His deep, rumbling voice would be amused as he says, “Naughty Ella. These panties are so sexy. And soaking wet. What a sweet little slut you are. Tell me, are you trying to tempt other men to want you?”“No,” I would say. “They’re just for you, Mr. Tyler.”Abruptly, I lea