EllaThirteen days until the gala. I need a dress, shoes.I have fifty dollars in emergency cash, and yeah, I’m going to do the stupid thing and spend it.It’ll be worth it, to see Joel’s face when he picks me up and I walk out looking glamorous.How weird is it that my boyfriend has never seen me dressed in anything other than my work uniform? Very weird. It’s why I wear lacy bras and panties to work every day, since I started dating him. If he’s going to lift up my dress, I want him to see something nice. Sure, the underwear is cheap and itchy, but I endure it because knowing that I’m sexy beneath my uniform is pretty much the only advantage I have.Thirteen days until the gala, and two hours before my shift at the pub. I throw on a sweatshirt to help combat the chilly San Esteban January, then head downstairs. Time to go shopping.Mrs. Dali, a woman who lives one floor down from me, is coming up the stairs as I come down, lugging a giant canvas bag of groceries. Her silver hair, st
I fish two twenties from my wallet and hold them out. He gives me five dollars back and takes down my name and phone number, pinning the note to the hanger and hanging the dress on a rack behind the counter.“Thank you so much,” I tell him, stuffing the receipt in my wallet along with the leftover cash.“You’re welcome. See you in five days.”“See you,” I say, waving cheerfully.I can’t believe my good luck. How freaking incredible, that something is finally, finally going right for me. Too good to be true? Maybe I would’ve thought that a few days ago, but right now, I’m going to let myself feel excited, happy, hopeful.I’m going to the gala.EllaJoel isn’t working the next night I’m scheduled to be at Tyler Analytics. I text him to see if maybe he wants to come into the office—I want to tell him all about the dress I’m getting for the gala. I should’ve snapped a picture of me wearing it in the fitting room…but no, it’ll be better to surprise him with it.He’s never seen me in anythi
I press my lips together and force myself to think about my response. I’m going to get fucking fired, is what’s going to happen.He’s still waiting for my response, those stormy, grayish-blue eyes locked on me, his glass of whiskey tilted toward his lips.“Sometimes I get nervous,” I say quietly.“And that makes you say curse words?”Shaking my head, I say, “No, it doesn’t make me say them. It makes me forget to hold them in.”He grins. “That’s the most honest thing I’ve heard all day, Ella.”“Thank you, sir?”“You’re welcome. Now, I’ll go get the ladder for you. Help yourself to some whiskey, if you’d like.”I watch him leave the room, too surprised to say another word.KingstonI’m going straight to hell for this. Ella is probably the best damn maid the cleaning service has ever sent to work here, and finding a few dusty books was the best I could do to get her into my office.And why have I brought her into my office?Answer: I’m a sick, old fuck. A creepy old man obsessed with his
“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