ThatNightwithMyBoss

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AboutThatNightWithMyBoss

Canonepassionatenightchangeeverything?

"ScottTaylorisaSexGod."That'swhatElizabethJeffriestoldherbestfriendLacey,the

momentaftershelaideyesonhim.Itwasn'tjustbecausehisazureblueeyesseemedto

piercehersoul,orthefactthathisdarksilkyhairdrewherfingersinlikeamagnet.Itwasn't

eventhathesmelledlikesexonthebeachonacoolbalmynightorthefactthatwhenhe

grabbedheraroundthewaistanddrewhertohim,shelostherbreath.No,thoseweren'tthe

onlyreasonswhyElizabethcalledScottasexgod.Theyweren'teventhereasonswhyshe

decidedtospendthenightwithhim.Orthereasonswhyshedecidedtoaccepttheonejob

thatwouldchangeherlifeandcomplicateeverythingtheyhad.

No,thefactthatScottTaylorwasaSexGodwasthereasonshewasdrawntohim,but

thereasonwhyshestayedwasawholelotmorecomplicated.

Prologue

“DoyouwanttoknowwhatI’mgoingtodotoyou?”Hisvoicewassoftashewhispered

intomyear.Mylegsshookandmyskintingledatthefeelofhiswarmbreath.Hedidn’twait

formetoanswerbeforehecontinuedtalkingslowlyinaseductivevoice.“I’mgoingtotieyou

upsoyoucan’tmove,thenI’mgoingtospraywhippedcreamonyourbreastsandthenI’m

goingto—”

“Scott!”Icuthimoff,myfacegoingredasAliceandLivlookedatmewithconfusedand

interestedexpressionsfromacrosstheroom,wheretheywerelookingataphotoalbumfrom

theirhighschooldays.

“Yes,Elizabeth?”Hesteppedbackandsmiledatmeinnocently.

“Stopit¸”IhissedathimwhenIsawhissister,Liv,andherbestfriend,Alice,looking

away.

“Stopwhat?”hesaidwithasmirkandranhisfingeracrossmylipsgently.

“Youcan’tdothat.”MyeyesflashedathimasIlookedatthetwogirlsagain.Whatwas

heplayingat?Washegoingtoexposemeandthefactthatwe’dalreadymet?Heatspread

acrossmyfaceandwarmedmybellyasIstoodthereinfrontofhim.Oh¸God,hewasn’tgoing

totellthemaboutoursharedpast,washe?

“Ithinkyou’llfindIcandowhatIwant,”hesaidcasuallyandthenleanedbackdownto

whisperinmyearagain.“AndIthinkafterI’vesprayedthewhippedcreamonyourbreasts

anddownyourstomach,you’llbebeggingmetodowhatI’mthinkingaboutdoingnext.”

“What’sthat?”Iswallowedhard,notbelievingIwasallowingmyselftoquestionhim.

LikeIevencaredaboutwhathewasgoingtosay.LikeIwantedhislipsonme.Again.Ishook

myheadslightly,toremindmyselfthatIcertainlydidnotwanthislipsonmeagain.Nosir.No

thankyou.Ididn’tneedtofeeltheincrediblyhardandsensuousScottTaylorsliding

—

“Areyoulisteningtome,Elizabeth?”HeblewinmyearandIjumpedbacksuddenly.“Or

shouldIsay,Eliza”

—

hepausedandgrinnedwidely

—

“Doolittle?”

“Whatdoyouwantmetosay,Scott?”Isaid,mytonerisingasIwasunabletostop

myselffromgivinghimthereactionIknewhewanted.

“IwantyoutosaythatwhenIfuckyouthenexttime,youwon’tbeplayinganygames.”

“Thenexttime?”Myjawdropped,bothatthecrudenessofhiswordsandthefactthat

hethoughtweweregoingtogettogetheragain.

“Yeah.”Hesmiledandhisblueeyesgazedintominewithanamusedexpression.“Only

thistime,you’llbetheonegettingtheshockofyourlife.”

ChapterOne

“Sexonlegs,”ImumbledtomyselfasIstaredatthephoto,myheartbeatingfast.The

man,ScottTaylor,lookedlikehewasaboutsix-foot-two,withdarkhairanddarknavy-blue

eyes.Therewasafive-o’clockshadowonhisjawlineandhewasglaringintothecamera,his

lipstwistedatthecornersinaslightscowl.Tosayhewassexywasanunderstatement.This

man,thisScottTaylor,wasthepictureofaperfectman.HelookedabsolutelygorgeousandI

knewthatthephotowasaffectingmydecisionofwhetherornottotakethisparticularjob.

"Lacey,"Igroanedintothephone."Theywantmetodressuplikeasecretaryandthen

gointohisofficeandgivehimalapdance.Ijustdon’tknowifIcandothat."IblushedasI

staredathisphotoandIknewIwaslying.I’dhavenoproblemgivingMcHottiealapdance

—

if

heweremyboyfriend,buthewasn’tmyboyfriend.Ididn’tevenknowhim.Hedidn’teven

knowIexisted.Andhehadnoideathathisfriendsatworkweretryingtopullasexyprankon

him.

"Noway,areyouastrippernow?"mybestfriend,Lacey,askedinashockedvoice."I

thoughtyouonlydidsingingbirthday-gramsandstufflikethatatyourjob?"

"Wedo."Isighed."Butmybosssometimesgetsspecialrequestsandtheypaymore."

"Howmuchmore?"

"Liketwohundreddollars,"IsaidandIgroanedagainasIfellbackonmybedandheld

ScottTaylor’sphotoupintheair."Istwohundreddollarsworthlosingmydignityover?"I

askedLacey,wishingthatshewerehereinpersontogivemeadviceandshakemeoutofeven

consideringtakingonthisjob.Thesadpartwasthattheextratwohundreddollarswasn’tthe

draw;meetingScottTaylorwas.

"Therearen'tmanythingsIwouldn'tdofortwohundreddollars,"LaceysaidandI

laughed.

"Whenareyoucomingtovisitme?"Iaskedhersoftly,tryingnottosoundlikeIwas

whining.ThoughIreallywas.Itwasmiserablenothavingmybestfriendclosetome.

"Soon,"shesaidinacheeryvoice."JustassoonasIfinishmyfirstbook."

"Youcanwritehere,"Isaid."Andyoucanstaywithme.Rentfree."

"Eliza,Iloveyou,butyoucanbarelypaytherent.Imagineifwebothgotkickedout.

Wherewouldwego?"

"Imissyou.Iwishyouwouldjustmoveherealready."Imoanedintothephone.Lacey

andIhadbeenfriendssincewewerefouryearsold.Webecamebestfriendsatsevenandwe

sailedthroughhighschoolandcollegetogether,joinedatthehip.Itwasonlyaftercollege

endedthatthingswentawry.Imovedawaytothecitytopursuemylifelongdreamofbeingan

actress,andLaceymovedbackhometowriteabook.OrratherIshouldsaythebook.The

bookwasgoingtobeablockbuster.Itwasgoingtobesofabulousthateveryliteraryagent

andpublisherwouldbedyingtogettheirhandsonit.ThenLaceywouldbecomerichand

famousandtakecareofusuntilwefoundhusbands.Theotherplanwasformetostarina

blockbustermoviealongsideBradleyCooperandbecomerichandfamousandtakecareof

her.Sofar,neitherofourplanswereworking.Herbookhadtenpagesandmyactingcareer

wasnon-existent,asidefromtherolesIplayedfor‘CandyCanesBirthdayGrams’.CandyCanes

wasactuallyrunbyamannamedBobJohnsonandhewasaboutassketchyasyouwould

expectafifty-five-year-oldmanwithabigbeardandaclosetfullofwife-beaterstobe.I'd

takenthejobbecauseI'dbeendesperatetomakesomemoney,butsomeoftheassignments

I'dbeengivenrecentlywereseemingshadierandshadier.However,thisonewaspushingthe

limitthemost.Whatwoulditmeantogivealapdancetoastranger?Granted,itwasajoke,

butwoulditmakemesomesortofcheaphussy?

“Whatareyougoingtodo,Eliza?”LaceyaskedmeeagerlyandIknewthatshelovedmy

dilemma.

“YougotthephotoIsentyou,right?Bobgaveittometoshowmetheclientwasn’t

somesketchyguy.”

“Yes,he’shot.Superhot.”Laceylaughed.“Youshouldgoforit.Imean,howluckyare

youtogetpaidtwohundreddollarstomeethim?”

“I’mdoingmorethanmeetinghim.I’mpretendingtobehisnewsecretarythenIhaveto

givehimalapdanceinhisoffice.Thenhiscoworkerswillburstintotheroomandsay,

‘Surprise!’”IexplainedtoLacey.“Ijustdon’tknowifI’mgoingdownsomesortofslippery

slopeifIagreetothisjob.”

“Doit!”Shegiggled.“What’stheworstthingthatcanhappen?”

“You’reabadinfluence,Lacey.”Isatupandshookmyheadatthephone.

“That’swhyyouloveme,”shesaidandIcouldpictureherlightbrowneyescrinklingat

thecornersasshegiggled.

“IfItakethejob,willyoucomevisit?Icanusethetwohundredtopayforyourticket,”I

saidandignoredthestirringinmystomachthatsaidthatIshouldputthe$200inthebank.

“Thatsoundslikeadealtome,”sheagreed.“Ican’twait.”

“NeithercanI,”Isaidsoftly,butIwasn’ttalkingabouthervisit.

***

“Sowhatyougoingtodo,Liz?”Bob’seyebrowsfurrowedashegazedatmewitheager

eyes.Hewastryingsohardtoactasifhedidn’tcareifIsaidyesorno,butIknewthatallhe

couldthinkaboutwasthemoneythathewaspotentiallygoingtopocket.Ifiguredhewas

getting50%ofwhateverwasbeingoffered,whichwasdreadfullyunfair,butwhatcouldIsay

ordo?Notmuch,really.

“I’mnotsure,”Isaidcasually,thoughIwasprettysureIwasgoingtotakethejob.Iwas

hopingthatbyfakingnonchalance,Bobwouldpanicandoffermemoremoney.Atleastthat’s

whattheself-helpbookthatI’dbeenreadinghadsaidtodowhenyouwantedyourbossto

giveyouaraise:makethemthinkthattheyweregoingtoloseyou(thisonlyworkedifyou

wereavaluedemployee,whichIhopedIwas).

“You’regoingtomaketwohundreddollars.”Bob’ssquintyeyeswerealmostpopping

outofhisface.IstifledagiggleasIsawthepaniccrosshisface.

“Yeah,buttwohundredisn’tmuch.Notworthlosingmydignityover.”Iwaslyingabout

thefirstpart.Twohundreddollarswasalottome,butIwasn’tgoingtoletBobkeep$200as

well,notwhenIwastheonepretendingtobeastripperandhavingtoshakemyladybits.I

wasn’tgoingtobeactinglikeastripperfor$200,noteveniftheguylookedlikeScottTaylor.

“Ithoughtyousaidyouneededtomakeeveryextrapennythatyoucould?”Boblooked

atmesuspiciously.IknewbythewayhiseyesnarrowedthathewaswonderingifIwaslying.

“Ido,butI’mnotsodesperatethatI’mwillingtoletallmystandardsgo.”

“Threehundred,then,”hesaidwithanannoyedexpression.

“You’vegotadeal,”Isaidquickly,forgettingmyqualmsinaheartbeat.Threehundred

wouldhelptobuyLaceyaplanetickettocomeandvisitmeandwouldpayoffallmymonthly

bills.I’dalmostfeellikeIwasrich,nothavingtoworryaboutifmyelectricitywasgoingtoget

cutoffbeforepayday.IknewIalwayshadtheoptionofgettingaproperjob,a9-5thatwould

paythebillsslightlybetter,butIknewthata9-5wouldnevergivemetheoptiontogoto

actingauditions,andwithouttheauditionsI’dnevermakeitasanactress.

“Whatabouttwofifty,”BobsaidandIshookmyheadathim,wonderingifhe’dlost

braincellsinthebillcansstackedinhisoffice.

“YoualreadyofferedthreehundredandIaccepted,”Isaidadamantly.“AndIwantthe

cashbeforethejoborI’mnotdoingit.”

“Youcantrustme,Elizabeth,”hesaidandfrowned.“Noneedtobeactingallhifalutinon

menow.Youknowyou’llgetyourmoney.”

“Iwantastackoftwentiesinmyhand.”Ipursedmylipsandputmyhandsonmyhips.

“Withoutthem,Idon’ttakethisjob.”

“Icangetsomeoneelsetodoit,youknow,”hesaidinahuff,butwebothknewhewas

lying.Bobonlyhadthreeotheremployees:onewasamiddle-agedmanwhothoughthewas

thesecondcomingofHulkHogan,anotherladywasinherearlyseventies,andIwaspretty

sureshewastheHulk’smom,andthentherewasJessica.Jessicawaseighteenanda

bookworm.Sheusedallthemoneyshemadetobuybooks.Sheworebigowl-likeglasses,

baggyjeansandhadneverbeenonadate.Iknewthattherewasnowayinhellthatshe’dtake

thejob.AndBobwastoocheaptohireanyoneelse.

“Oh,okaythen.”Ismiledsweetly.“Ifthat’swhatyouwanttodo.”Iturnedaroundand

walkedtowardsthedoor.“I’mgoingtogogettheclowncostumeforthebirthdaypartythis

afternoon.Seeyoulater.”

“Wait.”Bob’svoicesoundedpanicked.“YoucanhavethejobwithScottTaylor.Ioffered

ittoyoufirst.Itwouldn’tbefairtoyouifIletJessicahaveit.”

“Yeah,thanks,Bob.”Irolledmyeyesbeforeturningaroundtolookathim.“Havemy

moneyreadytomorrowandwe’llhaveadeal.”

***

“Doyouhavemymoney,Bob?”Istoodinthedoorwaytohisofficeandraisedan

eyebrow.HewasbusystuffinghisfacewithaBigMacandIwashalfworriedhe’dspentmy

moneyonthedollarmenuatMcDonaldsashehadsomanybagsonhistable.

“Thebankcouldonlygivemetwohundred,”hesaidaslettuceflewfromhismouth.I

lookedawayasmystomachrumbledandItriednottolaugh.

“Oh,didtheyrunoutofmoney?”Isaidandthenlookedbackathim,myrighthandon

myhip.

“Yeah,”henodded,hisbeadyeyeslookingatmecarefully.“SoIcanonlygiveyoutwo

hundred.”

“Well,Iguessyou’dbettercallJessicaandseeifshecandothejob.”Iturnedaround.“Oh

andjoinabankthatisabletoprovideitscustomerswithmorethantwohundreddollarsata

time.”

“Wait,wait.”BobjumpedupandIturnedaroundagain.“Ispoketothemanagerandhe

wasabletogetthemtogivemeanotherhundred.”

“Uhhuh,”Isaid,wonderingwhatsortoffoolhethoughtIwas.“Where’sthemoney?”I

heldmyhandoutandwaited.BoblookedannoyedandIcouldtellthathewastryingtothink

ofsomethingelsetosaytokeepsomeofthemoney.

“Hereyougo.”BobhandedmeastackofbillsandIfrownedwhenIlookeddownand

sawabunchofones.Whatajackass!“Now,youalsohavetosignanondisclosureform.”

“What?”Inarrowedmyeyes.“Why?”

“You’renotallowedtotellyournewbossthathisfriendshiredyouasagag.”

“I’mnotgoingtotellhim,”Isaid,exasperated.“Well,notuntilthefakelapdanceandthe

revealwhenhisfriendsburstintotheroomattheendoftheday.”

“That’skindofchanged,”Bobsaidashehandedmeapieceofpaperandapen.“Sign

here.”

Ilookedatthecontractandsawthattheclient’snamewas“HSmith”.Ifrownedand

thensignedthepaperquicklyandthenlookedupathim.“What’schanged?”

“Well,you’renotgoingtorevealyourselfrightaway.”Hegrabbedthepaperbackfrom

me.

“Hmm,okay?”Ifrowned,notunderstanding.

“Theguyswhoarehiringusthinkitwillbeevenfunnierifyouworkthereforaweek

andgivehimthelapdanceatanofficemeeting.”

“What?”Myvoiceexpressedmyhorror.“Areyoujoking?”

“No.”Hegrinned.“Itoldthemthatwon’tbeaproblem.”

“I’mnotworkingthereforaweekforthreehundreddollars.”Myvoicerose.“Youcan’t

makemedothis,Bob.”

“Youjustsignedthecontract.”Heshruggedandwalkedbacktohisdesk.“Andyoutook

themoneyalready.”

“Foraone-dayjob,notaone-weekjob,”Iprotested.“Thisisn’tright,Bob,anditseems

unfairtoScottTayloraswell.Aweekisalongtimetofoolsomeoneandthewhole‘lapdance

atanofficemeeting’seemssleazy.”

“Wedon’tcreatetherules,wejustfollowthem.”

“Thesearen’trules,Bob.Thisisridiculous.”

“Ithoughtyousaidyouwereagoodactress?”Hepausedandgavemeaquestioning

lookandIcouldfeelmystomachcurdling.“Agoodactresscantakeonanyjob.”

“Iamagoodactress,”Iretortedbacktohim.Ihatedwhenhepressuredmeintothese

roles.Infact,IhatedBob.IknewIneededtogetanewjob,butI’djustbeentoolazytofindone.

“Thentakethisjobandshutup,”hesaidashesatbackdownonhischairandstarted

eatingsomeFrenchfries.

“You’reanasshole,”Isaidandwasabouttoleavetheofficewhenhesaidthewordsthat

changedeverything.

“You’llgetpaidthreehundredadayforaweek,”hesaidandIfroze.Washebeing

serious?Threehundredadaywasalotofdough.

“SoIstartonaMondayandendonaFriday?”

“YoustartnextMonday,”hesaidashetookalargesipofDietCoke(oh,theirony).

“You’llbeintrainingasthesecretaryandflirtingallweek.TheofficepartyisonaSaturday.

You’llgototheparty,givehimadirtylapdanceandthenhisfriendswillcomeinandtellhim

‘surprise’andyourjobwillbedone.”

“Uhm,what’sadirtylapdance?”Ifrowned,myheartracing.Everythingseemedsimple

enoughexceptforthedirtylapdance.Whatexactlyweretheseguyshopingwasgoingto

happen,andwhy?

“Alapdanceinashortskirtandabikinitop.”

“Areyoujoking?”Iglaredathim.“Bikinitop?”

“Pretendyou’reactinginDreamgirlswithElizabethBerkeley.”Hepausedfromeating

andIwatchedashiseyesglazedover.“Maybeyoushouldevenwatchthatmovieforsome

tips.”Heswallowedhardashedaydreamed.“Watchhowsheswingsherhipswhenshe’sin

thecasino.Andthenwhenshebendsbackandsherubshertittiesinhisfaceandhe’smotor-

boating.Hmm.”

“Bob!”Ishouted,feelingsicktomystomach.“Areyououtofyourmind?”

“Oops,Igotcarriedaway.”Helookedatmeguiltily.“Sorry.”

“Uhhuh,”Imuttered,feelinglikeIneededashower.

“Justwatchsomemovies,learnthemovesandshowuponMondayanddoyourjob,”he

saidandthenopenedafile.“Wehavesomebirthdaypartiescomingupthisweekend.Doyou

thinkyou’llbeabletodressupasanelephantonSaturday?”

“Anelephant?”Ishookmyhead.“No.”

“IguessIcanaskJessica.”Hemadeaface.“Okay,youcangonow.”

“WhenamIgoingtogettherestofthemoney?”Iaskedhim,pausingbeforeIleftthe

office.

“They’llpayyouatwork,”hesaidwithafaceandIknewhewastellingthetruththen

becauseofhowupsethelooked.Iknewhewasupsetbecausethatmeanthewasn’tgettinghis

grubbyhandsonmoreofmymoney.

“SoIjustshowuptotheofficeonMondayandsayI’mreportingforworkasScott

Taylor’snewassistant?”

“Yup.I’llemailyoutheaddress.”

“Andhewon’tfindthissuspicious?”

“Nope.”Heshookhishead.“Ohyeah,wearasexysuittoworkonMonday.”

“What?”

“Remember,yourjobistoseducehimsoheletsyougivehimthelapdanceonSaturday

attheparty.”

“Idon’treallyunderstandhowthisisgoingtobefunny.”Isighed.IknewthatBobdidn’t

carewhatIthought,butIseriouslydidn’tknowwhatsortofjokethiswasmeanttobe.This

wasn’tsomethingthatI’ddonebeforeworkingforBobandhisCandyGramsbusiness.It

seemedtomethatBobwastakingonmoreandmoreclientsthatweren’tjustsimplebirthday

surprises.IwasstartingtoworrythatIwaslettingBobleadmedownaslipperyslope.What

washegoingtoaskmetodonext?Slipoutofacakenakedandoffermefivehundreddollars?

“It’snotourbusiness.”Bobshrugged.“Wejusttakethemoney.”

“Isthatreallythewaywewanttoleadourlives?”Iaskedhimsoftly.“Doingwhatever

wehaveto,tomakemoney?Dowewanttoselloursoulsforafewbucks?”

“Idon’tknowaboutyou,”Bobsaidashemunchedonsomemorefries,“butIthinkI’dbe

happytogetpaidtoflirtwithahotguyifIwasyou.Youseemlikeyoudon’tgetmuchaction

byyourself.”

“Goodbye,Bob,”IsaidangrilyandturnedtoleavehisofficeforgoodbeforeIwentoffon

him,butthenturnedbacktohimwithanafterthought.“Bytheway,Iwantacopyofthat

contractIjustsigned.”

“Yeah,yeah.I’llemailittoyou.”BobrolledhiseyesandIlefttheofficewonderingwhatI

wasgettingmyselfinto.IquicklygrabbedmyphonetocallLaceytohelpmecalmdown.

***

“ThankyouforcallingWet‘n’Wild,wherethewomenarewetandthemenarewild,”

Laceyansweredthephoneinasing-songeyvoiceandIgroaned.

“Notnow,Lacey.”

“Uhoh,what’swrong?”

“MybossisajerkandIthinkhe’sgoingtotryandsellmeintoprostitutionor

something.”

“Sellyouintoprostitution?”

“Ortheslavetradeorwhatever,”Isaidgrumpily.“IthinkI’mmakingamistake.”

“Youmeanthestripperjob?”

“It’snotastripperjob,”Iwhined.“I’mgoingtobehisassistantforaweek,andthenI’m

goingtogivehimaquicklapdanceatanofficemeetingandthenhisfriendsaregoingtoburst

inandsay‘surprise’orsomethinglikethat.”

“What’ssowrongwiththat?”Laceyaskedinnocently.“It’sjustajob.”

“Iknowit’sjustajob,buthelookshotand,well,whatifsomethinghappens?”

“Whatdoyoumean?”Laceysaidinalighttone.“Whatcouldhappen?”

“Whatifhegetshardduringthelapdanceorsomething?Or,youknow.”

“No,what?”sheaskedexcitedly.

“WhatifIlikeit?”Igroaned,thinkingofthephoto.“Hedidlookveryattractive.”

“Girl,yousoundlikeadesperado.”Laceylaughed.“Goonadatewithoneofthoseguys

fromonlineandconcentrateontheminsteadofthisguythatyoudon’tevenknow.”

“Idon’twanttomeetanyofthoseguys.”IsighedasIgotintomycar.“Theyjustdon’t

seemlikemytype.”

“Youneverknowuntilyoumeetthem,”Laceysaidmatter-of-factly.“Andwhatabout

thatoneguy,Mike?Helookedlikehewasahottie.”

“Yeah,true,helookedhotinhismilitaryuniform,thoughhisfacewaspartiallyhidden.”

“Heservesourcountry,Eliza,hedeservesadatewithyou.”

“Iguess.”Ilaughed.“Anythingtothankhimforhisservice.”

“See,ifyouhaveahotsoldierboyfriend,you’renotgoingtocareaboutsomeguyyou’re

fakeworkingfor.”

“Idon’tthinkMikeisgoingtobecomemyboyfriendinlessthanaweek,”Isaidwitha

sigh,butIwassmilingasIdrovebackhome.“You’reagoof.”

“Youwon’tbesayingthatifheasksyoutomarryhimthisweekend.”

“Lacey,givemeafatchance,Ihaven’tevenmethimyet.”

“Meethimthisweekend

—

thatwaywhenyoustartyourjobonMonday,you’llhave

someonetodaydreamandthinkaboutandwon’tgetcaughtupinyourfakeboss.”

“Yeah,Iguessthat’strue.”Inodded.“Okay,I’llmessagehimbacktonightandseeifhe

wantstomeetupFridaynightorsomething.”

“Goodideaandbeforeyouknowit,you’llhaveaproperactingjobandcantellBoband

hissleazywaystokissoff.”

“Ican’twaitforthatday,”IsaidwistfullyasIthoughtaboutthejobI’djustaccepted.I

knewitwasn’texactlyanight-workerjob,butIstilldidn’tfeelverygoodaboutthefactthatI’d

takenajobwhereIknewIhadtogivetheguyalapdance.Ididn’tevencarethathelookedlike

hewasgoingtobehot.Well,notcompletely.

ChapterTwo

"Wearthelacepantiesanddon'tforgettoshave."Laceygiggledintothephone.

"Lacepanties?"Isaid."Don'tyoumeanasilkthong?"Iquestionedherandthenspoke

againbeforeshecouldanswer."Andjustincaseyougotthewrongimpression,I'mnot

wearingasilkthongeither.TheyaresouncomfortableandIdon'tevenknowthisguy,Lacey.

Thisisourfirstdate.He'snotevengoingtohavetheopportunitytoseemypanties,silkor

otherwise."

"Stopbeingagrandma."Laceydidn'tsoundimpressed."Youneedtogetlaid."

"NotbysomeguyI'venevermetbefore.Hecouldbeaserialkillerorarapist.Online

datingisn'tsosafeanymore,Lacey."

"Wasiteversafe,Eliza?"LaceyquestionedmeandIignoredher.

"AndI'mnotshaving,either,"Isaidindignantly,thoughtechnicallythatwasalie

becauseI’dalreadyshaved.

"Well,makesureyougetawax,atleast,"Laceysaid."Andgofull-Brazilian,please,no

landingstrip

—

you'renotinthejungleandyoudon'twantahippie."

"You'retalkingaboutmyvagina?"Myjawdropped."Ithoughtyouweretalkingabout

mylegs.Areyououtofyourbloodymind,Lacey?I'mnotshavingoffallmypubesforsome

guyoffOkCupidthatmayormaynotlooklikehisprofile."

"Okay,Tarzan'swife,lethimexploreinthejungleandgetlost.Maybehissnakewillfind

yourlostgorilla?"

"You'redisgusting,Lacey."Ilaughed."Mikeisnotgettingintomypants."

"Bepreparedforeverypossibility,Eliza,youknowwhatyourmomalwayssays."

"Iamalady,"Isaidindignantly,inacockneyEnglishaccent,tryingverymuchtosound

likemyidol,AudreyHepburn,inMyFairLady.

"Iknow,Iknow,you'reagoodgirl."Laceylaughed."You'renotafreaklikeme."

"Afreak?"Igroanedandgiggledatthesametime."Haveyoubeenlisteningto

Ludacris?"

"Don'ttrytochangethesubject,Elizabeth.Youneedtojustletlooseandhavesome

fun."

"Iwillwhenyoucomeandvisitor,betteryet,whenyoumovehere."

"Youjustwantmetogocrazysoyoucangocrazy,too.”

“Well,it’salwayseasierwithawingwoman.”

“Iknow,”Laceysaidandshepaused.“Idowanttomovecloser

—

youknowthat,right?”

Shesighed.“Ijustdon’twanttocomeuntilIcancarrymyownweightandpaymyownbills.I

don’twantyoutothinkthatI’mtakingadvantageofyou.”

“Iknow,”IsaidsoftlyandsatdownonmycouchasIspokeintothephone.“Youknow

thatIdon’thavemuchsoyouwouldn’tbetakingadvantage.Ijustwantyouhere.It’shardnot

havingmybestfriendheretotellmewhenI’mbeinganidiot,andhelpingmechoosewhat

outfitstowearonmynonexistentdates.”

“Youhaveadatetonight,sonotnonexistent,”Leahsaid,hervoicewistful.“Unlikeme,I

neverhaveadate.”

“Well,comehereandwecangoondatestogether.Wecanevengospeeddating.”

“Speeddating?”LaceysaidandIcouldalmostpicturethesurprisedlookonherface.

“Youwouldgospeeddatingwithme?”

“Yeah,ifyoumovedhere.”

“I’mgoingtoholdyoutothat,evenifeverythinggoeswellwithMike.”

“Yeah,we’llsee.”IsighedasIpulledoutmymakeupbag.“Ijustdon’tknowwhat’sgoing

tohappenwithMike.Ijusthaveafeelingthatsomethingisalittleoff.”

“Don’tbeapessimist,”Laceysaid,hervoicebossy.“You’regoingtohavefuntonight.

You’regoingtohavethetimeofyourlifeonahotdateandyou’regoingtohavealltheguys

wishingtheywereMike.”

“Yeah,we’llsee.”Igroaned.“Okay,I’llcallyouonthewaythere.Ihavetofinishgetting

ready.”

“Okay,I’llbewaiting,”LaceysaidandIhunguponherandlookedatmyselfinthe

mirrorandthensighedasIwalkedtomycloset.Iwasgoingtodresssexy,eventhoughIdidn’t

reallywantto.However,Laceywasright,Ineededtogetoutofmyownskin.Ineededtohave

arealrelationship.AndifMikewasasdowntoearthasheseemedinhisprofile,thenmaybe

hecouldbetheone.AnythingwasbetterthanmeshowinguptomynewgigonMonday,

lustingoveraguyI’donlyseeninaphoto.

***

"WhydoIlistentoyou?"ImoanedintothephoneasIwalkedtowardsthe

bar/restaurantinmyshortblackskirt.

"Becauseifhe'shot,you'llbethankfulthatyou'relookingsexy."

"There'safinelinebetweensexyandaskank,"IhuffedasIstoppedoutsidethebar.

"Okay,Ihavetogonow,"IsaidasIlookedatmywatch."Heshouldbewaitingformeinside."

"Callmeassoonasthedateisdoneanddon'tdoanythingIwouldn'tdo,"Laceysaid

excitedly."Ohandtryandtextmeaphotoofhimaswell.Iwanttoseeifhelooksasgoodin

personashedoesonline."

"I'mnottakingaphotoofsomeguyI'mmeetingforthefirsttimefromonline.Areyou

crazy?"

"Doitcasually,"Laceysaidimpatiently."Youdon'thavetomakeitobvious."

"Yeah,‘causethereareamillionreasonswhymycamerawouldbeinfrontofhisfaceat

abar,"Isaid."Anyways,Ihavetogo.I'llcallyouafterwards."

“Didyouforwardmethecontractyousaidyousigned?”LaceyaskedquicklyandI

stoppedoutsidethemaindoor.

“Yes,Idid.It’llbeinyouremail.I’llcallyoulater,okay?”Ihungupbeforeshecould

answerandtookadeepbreath.Iwasn'tsureexactlywhatIwasgoingtosaywhenImetMike.

We'donlyexchangedtwomessagesbeforehe'daskedtomeetandI'dletLaceytalkmeinto

accepting.Itwasn'tlikeIhadmuchelsegoingoninmyliferightnow.IfeltlikeatrampasI

walkedintothebarwithmyshortblackskirt,blackheelsandwhitehaltertopthat

accentuatedmyboobs,withoutcompletelyexposingthem.Iwalkedtowardsthebarand

ignoredthelooksfromagroupofmiddle-agedbikersthatwerestaringatmylegs.Iwas

gratefulforthelooksofappreciation,butslightlydisappointedaswell.Iwasdisappointed

becausetherewasacute,fromtheback,lookingmansittingatthebarandhehadn'teven

glancedinmydirection.Iheldinanexasperatedsighandlookedaroundformydate,Mike.My

heartimmediatelysankasIsawabaldingmaninabigleatherjacketgrinningatmewitha

glassofsomethinginhishands.Oh,God,pleasedon'tletthatbeMike,IthoughttomyselfasI

stifledagroan.Iwasn'tMissAmericabutthismanlookedtwentyyearsolderthanhisphotos

andhelookedlikearedneckandnotthecuteNASCAR,‘I'macowboy’kindeither.Thiswasno

JimmieJohnson.ThiswasdefinitelyBubbaandmyheartsankashewalkedtowardsme.

"Why,isthatyou,Elizabeth?"Myheartdroppedathiswordsandthelargegapatthe

frontofhismouth.

"Howdy,"Isaidandgroanedundermybreath.IhadnoideawhyIwastalkingcountry.

"Why,aren'tyoualargesprayofsunshineonasunnyday,"hesaidashereachedover

togivemeahug.Sprayofsunshine?Ithoughttomyself.Whatinhellwashetalkingabout?

"Uh,thanks,"IsaidasIgavehimaquickhug.Iwatchedhiseyesdroppingtomychest

beforehewhistled.

"Thankyou,God,you'vegoneandblessedmetoday,"hesaidashelickedhislipsloudly.

"Girl,you'refine,"hesaidandIwasalmostpositiveIcouldseesalivaonhislips.Gross.

"Mike?"Isaidweakly.Please,God,ifyouloveme,letthisbeamistake.

"Yes,suree,thatisme."Hegrinnedandrubbedhishandstogether."Ididn'tknow

nothing‘boutthisonlinedatingthing,butI'mGod-dangsureIwonthelottery."

"Oh,ha-ha."Iattemptedalaughasmyheartsank."Whereareyoufrom?"

"OriginallyfromN’awlins,bywayofAlabama,"hesaidandIhadnoideawhatthat

meant.

"Oh,okay,areyounewtotown?"Iasked,wonderinghowlongI'dhavetostayonthis

date.IwasevenmoreannoyedthatI'dusedmyhomewaxingkitdownunder,now.Iwas

startingtofeelanitchandIknewIcouldn'tscratchit.IwassuregoingtokillLacey.

"Cameuphereformyexwife."Henodded."I'macountryboy,ifyoudidn'tknow,butI

cameforloveanddidn'tleave."

"Yourprofilesaysyouwerenevermarried,"Isaidaccusingly,finallyabletocomment

onsomethingotherthanhislooks.Iwantedtocallhimoutonhislies,butIdidn'twanttobe

rude.

"Oh,wewasn'tmarriedinachurch."Hetookasipofhisdrink."Wejustsayswewere

marriedfortaxpurposes."

"Uhokay."IlookedawayfromhimandIcouldseethatthemanattheendofthebarwas

nowstaringatusininterest.Ilookedawayfromhimquickly,eventhoughhelookedslightly

familiar.Ididn'tknowwhy,though.Ididn'tknowanyhunkydark-hairedguysthatlookedlike

him.

"Butthat'sovernow.Tammy'sgoneto‘sippiwithGeorge,aguyIusedtoworkwith."

"Sippi?"Iaskedhim,confused,notsureifIwasbeingpunked.

"Mississippi,"hesaidandgrinned."Guess,you'reanaturalblondeafter-all."Andthen

becausehewasgross,helookeddowntothefrontofmyskirt.Iwasabouttotellhimwhereto

getoffwhenIfeltsomeonebehindus.

"Youokay,miss?"ThevoicewasdeepandhuskyandIinstantlyknewitwastheman

thathadbeensittingattheendofthebar.

"She'sfine."MikesoundedannoyedandpossessiveandItookastepawayfromhim.

"Ooof,"saidthemanbehindmeasIbumpedintohim.Hisarmsinstinctivelywent

aroundmywaistasIstumbledbackagainsthishardwarmchest.

"Sorry,"Isaidandlookedbacktoseehisfaceproperly.Hisazureblueeyesstaredinto

mineashelookedatmewithanamusedexpression.MyheartjumpedasIrealizedthatIwas

standinginfrontofScottTaylor.OnlyIcouldn'ttellhimthatIknewhisname.IfIdid,he'd

wanttoknowwhyandIwasn'tallowedtotellhimabouttheprankthathisfriendswereabout

topullonhim.

"Noworries,"hesaid,hishandsslidingoffmywaistslowly."Youokay?"

"I'mfine."InoddedandthenwebothlookedbackatMike,wholookedanything,but

fine.

"Lookyhere,boy,can’tyouseeI'monadate?"hesaidanditwasthenIrealizedhewas

chewingtobacco.ThatwaswhyI’dseenthesalivaonhislipsearlier,notbecausehewas

droolingbecauseIwassohot.

"Youokay?"ScottTaylorignoredMikeandaddressedmeagain.Ishookmyhead

slightly,notwantingtosayanythingoutloudforfearofMikedoingsomethingstupid.

"She'sfine."Miketookastepforward."Getawayfrommylady."

"I'mnotyourlady,"Isaidfinallyandlookedathimindisgust."Webarelymessaged

twiceonlineandyouwerelying!"Myvoicerose."Youdon'tlookthirtyandyoudon'tlooklike

yourphotos."

"MyphotossaytheywereofmewhenIwasinthemarines."Heshrugged."Thatweren't

nolie."

"Butitalsowasn'tyesterday,wasit,sir?"Scottspokeupandsteppedinfrontofme.

"How'saboutyouleavetheyoungladyalone.You'reobviouslynotwhatshewasexpecting."

"Hmmphm,damnYankees,"Mikesaidunderhisbreathandlookedbackatme."You

sureyoudon'twannalearnhowacowboymoveshishipstonight?"Helickedhislipsagain."I

mightbeolder,butImakeupforitwithmytongue."

"What?"MyjawdroppedasIstaredathim.

"Ican'tlastallnightinthesackunlessItakemyViagra,butmytonguecangoforhours."

Heflickedhistonguearound."IfyouknowwhatImean."

Iturnedawayfromhimthen,shudderingindisgust.Laceywasgoingtobeinfitsof

laughterwhenItoldheraboutmynight.OnlyIwasgoingtokillherbeforethat.Neveragain

wasIgoingtotakeherdatingadvice.

"Come,letmegetyouadrink,"Scottsaidandheguidedmetohisseat.Icouldfeel

Mike’seyesonmyback,butIdidn'tcare.Iwassurethatanyoneelsewatchinguswas

wonderingwhatwasgoingon,butitwasnoneiftheirbusiness.

"BeforeIbuyyouadrink,Imustaskyouaquestion,"Scottsaidwithasmallsmile.I

wantedtopinchmyself.WasIreallyherewiththemanIwashiredtoprankthenextweek?

Wasfateplayingadreadfuljokeonme?

"What'sthat?"IaskedhimasIsatdown,wishingIcouldcheckamirrortomakesure

mymakeupstilllookedgood.MyheartthuddedasIstaredathim.Hewasevenbetter-looking

inpersonthanhe'dbeeninthephoto.

"Youweren'tonsugardaddies.comoranythinglikethatright?"heaskedmewitha

cheekygrin.

"No,"Isaidwithalaughandshookmyhead.

"Orgetanoldmannow.com."

"Haha,no."

"Good."Hesmiledandheldouthishand."Thenletmeintroducemyselfproperly.My

nameisScott."

"Elizabeth,"Isaidwithasmile."ThoughmybestfriendcallsmeEliza,likeEliza

DoolittlefromMyFairLady."

"Becauseyou'reagoodgirl?"heaskedwithawinkandIflushedashelaughed."You

didn'tthinkamanlikemewouldknowthemovie,didyou?"

"No,yes,no."Ilaughed."ButnoIdidn'tthinkmostpeoplewouldreallyknowthatline

whereshesaysshe'sagoodgirl.It'ssoobscureandforgettable."

"ButI'msureyou'renotforgettable."

"Arewetalkingaboutmeorarewetalkingaboutthemovie?"Iaskedsoftly,myface

reddening.

"Both,"hesaidwithasmile."It'snotoftenIgettoflirtwithahotgirlataNASCARbar."

"NASCAR?"Ilookedaroundandgroanedoutloud."Thisisacountrybar,huh?No

wonderMikeinvitedmetomeethimhere."

"Yeah,"Scottnodded."IwassupposedtomeetmybrotherChetthereforsomedrinks,

buthegotstuckatwork."

"Oh,thatsucks,"Isaid.

"Notreally."Helaughed."I'dmuchrathersaveahotgirlfromacreepthanhavetolisten

tomybrothertalkingaboutGordonandTheKing."

"I'mguessingGordonisJeffGordon,butwhoisTheKing?"

"RichardPetty,ofcourse."Helaughed."Doyoufollowracing?"

"Notreally."Ishookmyhead."MybestfriendusedtohaveacrushonJimmieJohnson,

soIknowhim,butnotmuchelse."

"Good,"helaughed."Idon'tfollowiteither.MybrotherAidenandmysister,Liv,always

jokethatmybrotherChettmusthavebeenadoptedbecausehe'stheonlyonethatcares

anythingaboutthesport."

"Soundslikeyouhaveabigfamily,"Isaid,wantingtopinchmyselfformygoodluck.

HowwasIsoluckythatI’dgoneonacrappyInternetdateandmetthishunk?Thesamehunk

I'dbeensalivatingtoLaceyonthephoneoveracoupleofnightsbefore.Whatwouldhethink

ifheknewthatIalreadykindaknewwhohewas?Wouldhebefreakedout?Isowantedtotell

himthatI'dbeenhiredtosurprisehim,butknewIcouldn’tspoilit.

"Yeahprettybig,we'reallprettyclose."Henodded."Butenoughaboutthem,tellme

moreaboutyou,Eliza."

"Whatdoyouwanttoknow?"IaskedhimsoftlyasIflickedmyhairback.

"Whatyouwanttodrink?"hesaidasheleanedtowardsme."Andwhatisagood-

lookinggirllikeyoudoingmeetingweirdo’satbars?"

"I'llhaveaMalibuSpriteandareyoucallingyourselfaweirdo?"Iloweredmyvoiceto

soundasseductiveasIcouldandhelaughedashestaredatmylips.

"Icanbewhateveryouwantmetobe."HeleanedcloserandIcouldfeelhisbreathon

mylips.“Icanbearacecardriver,afootballplayer

—

shit,Icanevenbeacowboyifyouwant.”

“You’llsay‘yeehaw’forme?”IteasedhimasIbattedmyeyelashesupathim.

“I’llsay‘yeehaw’and‘giddyup’andshowyouhowtocatchahogwithapieceofstringif

that’swhatyouwant,”hesaidashereachedoverandwipedsomethingoffofthesideofmy

face.Iwasn’tsureiftherewasreallysomethingthereorifhejustwantedareasontotouch

me.

“Quiteforward,aren’tyou?”MyskinwastinglingfromthefeelofhiswarmfingersandI

wonderedjusthowfarhewaswillingtotakethisflirtation.Notonlythat,Iwonderedjusthow

farIwaswillingtotakeit.EspeciallyseeingasIknewthatcomeMondaymorning,I’dbeinhis

officeashisnewassistant.

“WhenIseesomeoneIlike.”

“Like,orwant?”Isaidbreathlessly,notknowingwheremybravadowascomingfrom,

butfeelingquiteproudofmyself.

“Woulditberudeofmetosayboth?”Hismouthshiftedtomyearandheblewinit

gently.“WoulditberudeofmetotellyouthatI’dlovetotakeyourighthereandnow,onthe

bar?”

Igaspedandpulledawayfromhim,myeyesflashingasIgazedathislaughingface.

“I’mtakingthatasayes,”hesaidashesatbackdownandtookaswigofhisbeer.“It

doesn’thurttoask,doesit?”

“I’mstartingtothinkyou’reasbadasMike.”

“YoumeanBubba?”heaskedmewithagrin.

“You’rehorrible,butyes.”Ilaughed.

“Imightbeasbad,butatleastIcomeinanicerpackage,right?”Hewinkedatmeand

thenlookeddownatthefrontofhispants.“IfyouknowwhatImean.”

Iwasn’tsurehowtoanswerhim.AllIcoulddowasstopmyselffromlookingdownathis

packageaswell.

"HaveIoffendedyou?"Scottsaidquickly,makinganapologeticface."I'msorryifIdid.

MysistersaysIcanbeabitoutofcontrolsometimes."

"Onlysometimes?"Iaskedhimwithasmallsmile,lookingintohiseyes,butstillfeeling

anurgetolooksouth.

"Well,shethinksit'sonlysometimes."Helaughed."Butshe'sonetotalk,sincesheand

herbestfriend,Alice,aresuperinappropriate."

"Soundslikemeandmybestfriend,Lacey,"Isaidwithasmile,knowingthatLaceywas

mostprobablystaringatherphonerightnow,wonderingwhatwashappeningonmydate.

"Oh,youliketobeinappropriatetoo?"

"Youcouldsaythat,"Isaidwithasmallsmile,wonderingwhatIwasplayingat.Ifeltlike

IwasplayingagamethatIshouldn'tbeplaying.Itjustdidn'tseemfairthatIwouldmeetand

beattractedtoScott,justdaysbeforeIwasabouttobecomehisfakeassistantforaweekand

givehimanofficelapdance.IsquirmedinmyseatasIthoughtaboutgivinghimthelap

dance.Thatwasn'tgoingtobehardatall.Infact,itwasgoingtobeafunexperience.Theonly

problemwasIdidn'tknowifI'dbeabletokeepmyhandsoffofScottuntilthen.Notthatthat

wasaproblem,ofcourse.Atleastitwasn'ttome.

ChapterThree

"Anotherdrink?"Scottaskedmewithalazysmileaswesatatthebartalkingabout

movies.

"No,Ishouldgetgoing,"Isaid,thoughIdidn'treallywanttogo.IwasreallyintoScott,

bothphysicallyandmentally,andIreallyjustwantedtospendthenextfewhourstalkingto

him,butIdidn'twanttolooktooeager.

"Aw,doyouhavetoworktomorrow?"heaskedashegazedintomyeyes,hisrighthand

onmyknee.

"No,"IsaidsoftlyandIcouldfeelmyskintinglingasheranhishandupmythigh."No

worktomorrow."

"Oh,that'sgood."HishandfeltwarmasitmovedfartherupmythighandIwasaboutto

slapitawaywhenhelowereditbacktomykneecap."Whatdoyoudo,bytheway?"

"I'manactress,"Isaidsoftly,hopinghedidn'tasktoomanyquestions.Ididn'twantto

talkabouteitherofourjobs.Ididn'twantittogetmessy.

"Oh?"Helookedsurprised.

"Iknowthisisn'tHollywood,buttherearealotofjobshere,"Iexplained.

"Well,that'sgood,"hesaidasheputhisarmaroundmyshoulders."Wanttoleavethis

jointandcheckoutmyapartment?"

"Toseeyouretchings?"IaskedhimlightlyandIwassurprisedwhenheburstout

laughing.

"Somethinglikethat.Tooforwardagain?"Hisexpressionlookedworriedashestared

atmeandIdidsomethingnextthatshockedbothofus.Ileanedforwardandlightlypressed

mylipsagainsthisandkissedhim.Iwasn'tsurewhathadcomeovermeandwasabouttopull

backwhenhedeepenedthekissandpulledmetowardshim.Ifelthishandatthebackofmy

headrunningthroughmyhairandtuggingitslightlyroughly.Hegroanedagainstmylips

beforeslippinghistongueinsideofmymouth.Hetonguetastedlikeapecan-flavoredpear

andIkissedhimbackeagerly,throwingallcautiontothewind.Avoiceinthebackofmyhead

wascheeringmeon,asmyownbodycouldn'tevenbelievethatIwasmakingoutwitha

strangeguyinabar.ImoanedslightlyasScottstoodupandpulledawayfromme.Ilookedup

athimwithhazyeyesandpouted.

"Don'tpout,beautiful,"hesaidashegrabbedmyhandsandpulledmeoffofmystool

andintohisarms.

"I'mnotbeautiful,"Imumbled,butthetopofmyearswereburninginjoyasIstood

there.

"Andmodesttoo."Hegrinnedandpulledmetowardshimevenmore,sothatmybody

waspressedfirmlyagainsthis."Yousureworeasexyoutfittoablinddate,"hesaidashis

handsslidtomyass.

"Whatareyoudoing?"Igaspedashesqueezedmybuttcheeks.

"Feelinguponyourbutt,"hesaidhuskily,hiseyesburningintomine.

"Don'tyouthinkthat'sinappropriate?"Isaidandthengaspedevenlouderashepushed

mybutt,sothatIwaspressedupagainsthishardness.

"Thisisinappropriate,"hesaidasheturnedmearoundsothatmybackwasagainstthe

bar.Hegrabbedmylegsandliftedmeupslightly."Putyourarmsaroundmyneck,"he

whisperedintomyear.

"No,"Isaid,butmyarmsdidn'tlistenastheycurledaroundhisneckandplayedwithhis

hair.

"Goodgirl."Hepushedhimselfintome."Wrapyourlegsaroundmywaist."

"Yeah,right."Ilaughedandpushedhimaway.Icouldfeelhisheartbeatingfromhis

chestandhesteppedbackwithawrysmileonhisface.

"Aww.Iwashopingthiswouldbemyluckyday."Hewinkedatmeandthenleaneddown

andgavemeanotherlongandlingeringkiss."Butmaybeitalreadyhasbeen,"hesaidashis

fingersplayedwithmyhair.

"You'reaflirt."Ishookmyheadandsmiledupathimlazily.IfeltlikeIwasinsomesort

ofromancemovieandIlovedit.

“Soareyou.”Hestrokedmyhair.“Sowhatdoyousay?Wanttogobacktomyplace?”

“Hmmm,butIbarelyknowyou.”

“MynameisScottTaylor.I’msingle.Ithinkyou’recute,”hesaidwithanimpishsmile.

“I’dliketohavemywickedwaywithyou.”

“Ican’tbelieveyoujustsaidthat!”

“WhatcanIsay?”Hewinked.“I’mhonestaswell.”

“Idon’tknowwhattosaytothat.”Ibitmylowerlip.“I’mnotreallyaone-night-stand

kindagirl.”

“NeitheramI.”Hiseyesglowed.“Butthenagain,I’mnotagirl,either.”

“That’sgood.”Ilaughed,myheartracingaswejuststoodtherestaringateachother,

waitingtoseewhattheotherpersonwasgoingtodonext.

“Youdon’thavetocomehomewithme,”hesaidfinally.“Imean,youcanalsocomeand

wedon’thavetohavesex.”

“We’lljustwatchmovies?”

“Yeah,orplayboardgames.IhaveTwister.”Hegrinned.

“NakedTwister,right?”

“Icouldbepersuaded,”hesaid,hisvoicehuskyashisfingersplayedwithmine.“So

whatdoyousay,ElizaDoolittle?Areyougoingtocomehomewithmeforanightof

debauchery?”

“Ishouldn’t.”Ishookmyhead,myheartpumpingrapidly.

“Doyoualwaysdothingsyoushoulddo?”

“Idon’tknowyou.”

“Yousaidthatalready.”Heleaneddownandkissedmylips.“Andyouknowmealittle

bit.”

“I’mnotthatkindofgirl,”Isaidagain,beingrepetitiveinmywordsandthoughts.

“I’mthatkindofguy.”Hegrinnedandthenranhisfingersdownthesideofmybody.

“Spendthenightwithme,ElizaDoolittle.Gettoknowme.Letmegettoknowyou.Youmight

findthatwelikeeachother.”

“There’ssomethingIshouldtellyou,”Isaidandtookabigbreath.“Somethingyou

shouldknow—”

“Unlessit’syoutellingmeyou’remarriedorinarelationship,thenthereisnothingI

needtoknow.”Heshookhisheadandkissedmylipshardbeforepullingback.“Theonlyother

thingIneedtoknowisifyoulikeitsloworhard.”

“Oh,”Isaid,feelingmyfacegoingredasIgazedbackathiminshock.Ididn’tknowwhat

elsetosay.Infact,Iremainedsilentashedroppedsomecashonthebarandledmeoutofthe

restaurantandtohiscar.IknewIwasbeingincrediblystupidbygoingwithastrangeman,

butinthatmomentIdidn’tcare.InthatmomentallIwantedtoknowwasjusthowfastwas

fastandjusthowslowwasslow.

ChapterFour

IfeltlikeagiddyschoolgirlasIenteredScott’shouse.Ilookedinsideeagerlyandwas

surprisedtoseethatitwascleanandtidy.Infact,itwasinimmaculateconditionandI

wonderedathowaguycouldbecleanerthanme.

“Welcometomyhumbleabode,”hesaidwithagrinasheclosedthedoorbehindme.

“Wouldyoulikeanotherdrink?”

“No,thanks,”Isaidandstaredatthephotosonthemantelpiece.“Aretheseyour

brothersandsisters?”

“Yes.”Henodded.“That’stheentireclan:Chett,Aiden,andLiz.”

“Who’stheothergirl?”Iasked,slightlyjealousasIwonderedifthatwasScott’s

girlfriend.

“That’smysister’sbestfriend,Alice.She’slikemysisterandmayverywellbeoneday.”

“Oh?”

“Sheandmybrotherhaveathingforeachother.”Hewalkedovertohisbigwhitecouch

andsatdown.“Iftheyeverfigureitout,thatis.”

“Theydon’tknow?”

“Mybrotheriswaitingforhertogrowuporsomethingbeforehemakesamove.”Scott

rolledhiseyes.“Hedoesn’tknowhowtojustgoforwhathewants.”

“Unlikeyou,right?”Igrinnedandwalkedovertothecouchandsatnexttohim.

“IgoforwhatIwant.”Henoddedandundidhistie.“What’sthepointinwastingtime?”

“Sowhatdoyouwant?”

“Ahotblondeinmybedtonight,”hesaidandstartedtounbuttonhisshirt.

“Doesshehavetobeanaturalblonde?”Ireachedoverandundidtherestofthebuttons

onhisshirt.IwantedtotextLaceyandtellherhowforwardIwasbeing.Iknewshewouldn’t

believethatitwasactuallymehereonthiscouch.

“Depends,”hesaidandhegrabbedmyfingersandranthemdownhishardabs.

“Onwhat?”Iaskedbreathlessly.

“Dependsonifyou’reoneornot.”

“Oh,”Isaidandscratchedmyfingernailsacrosshisnipples.

“Oh,you’reCatwoman,huh?”HelickedhislipsandIfelthisfingersrubbingagainstmy

stomachashepulledmyhalter-topup.

“Notreally,”Isaidandleaneddownandtookhisnippleinmymouthandsuckedit.I

heardandfelthisintakeofbreathandgrinned.“Ooh,”IsaidasIfelthishandspullingmeonto

hislapandslidingupmyass.“Whatareyoudoing?”

“You’renottheonlyonewhocanbeatease.”Hesuckedonmyearlobeashishands

pulledmyskirtup.Icouldfeelhishandsmoldingmybuttcheeksashisfingersslippedinside

ofmypanties.IgroanedinwardlyasIrememberedIwaswearingboyshortsasopposedtoa

sexythong.

“No,I’mnot,”IsaidasIreacheddownandrubbedthefrontofhispants.Hefeltthick

andhardbeneathmyfingersandIswallowedhard.

“Likewhatyoufeel?”hesaidwithagrinanditwasthenthatIrealizedthathewasas

cockyashewashot.

“Perhaps.”

“Onlyperhaps?”Heraisedaneyebrowandjumpedup.Iwatchedinamusementashe

pulledhispantsandboxersdowninonefellswoop.Istaredathisnakedcockandswallowed

hardagainasitfloppedaroundinfrontofme.ItwasmagnificentandIwasslightly

overwhelmedasIstaredatit.

“Whatdoyouthinknow?”hesaidandgrabbedmyhandandpulledittowardshis

manhood.Iplacedmyfingersarounditgentlyandranmyfingersupanddownhisshaft.

“It’snotbad,”Isaidsilkilyandhelaughedashesatbackdownnexttome.

“Notbad,huh?”

“That’swhatIsaid.”Myfingersclaspedhiscocktighterandhegroanedasheleaned

backagainstthecouch.

“Liedown,”hesaidinacommandingvoiceandpushedmeback.“Lieonyourback.”

“Why?”IaskedhuskilyasIlayback.

“You’llsee,”hesaidashestareddownatme,completelynaked.“Putyourhandsup,”he

saidandIdidashetoldme.HepulledmyhaltertopoffandIwatchedashebentdownand

pushedmynakedbreaststogether,hisfingersgentlyrubbingagainstmynipples.Igroanedas

Ifelthimslidehiscockbetweenmybreastsandthetipofhismanhoodbrushedupagainstmy

chinandlipsashemovedbackandforth.“You’resofuckingsexy,”hesaidandIwatchedashe

grabbedthelengthofhiscockandrubbedthetipofitagainstmymouth.“Suckme,”hesaid

andIopenedmymouthslightly.Isatupalittleashepushedhiscockintomymouth.Ittasted

saltyandfelthardasIsuckedonitandhegroanedloudlyasItookhiminfartherandfarther.I

couldn’tbelievethatIwassuckingonhishardnessalreadyandenjoyingit.Everythingwas

goingsoquickly,butIdidn’tcare.Itfeltgoodanditfeltright.Thingsseemedtogobyinablur

andIfelthighonpowerwhenhepulledhiscockoutofmymouthandexplodedonmychest,

hishotspermspewingallovermybreasts.

“Comewithme,”hesaidsoftlyashegrabbedmyhandsandpulledmeonsomestairs

withhim.Ifollowedhimintohisbedroomandhepickedmeupandthrewmedownonhis

bed.Ilookedupathimandhewasgrinningdownatmeashereacheddownandpulledmy

skirtandpantiesoffinone.“Letmesee.”Hegroanedasheleaneddownandgotontothebed.

“Seewhat?”Iwhisperedasmynakedbodyshiveredslightly.

“Letmeseeifyoutasteasgoodasyoulook.”HewinkedandthenIfelthimspreading

mylegsbeforeburyinghisfaceinmypussy.

“Oh,Scott,”Icriedout,notknowingwhattosayasidefromhisnameasIsquirmedon

thebed.“Scott!”Iscreamedashistongueenteredme,slidinginandoutofmesodelicately

andpowerfullythatitfeltbetterthananydildoI’deverused.Ifeltmyselfclosetoorgasm,

whenhesuddenlypulledoutofme.“Don’tstop,”Imoanedandhegrinneddownatme.I

watchedhimreachouttohisnighttableandheardtherippingofawrapper.Iknewhewas

puttingacondomon.Iknewhewasabouttofuckme.IwasabouttohavesexwithamanI

barelyknewandIdidn’tcare.Mybodyfeltfeverish.IfelthighonlustandpleasureandallI

wantedwastofeelhiminsideofme.

“Isthiswhatyouwant?”Hegruntedashepulledmylegsupoverhisshouldersand

positionedhimselfatmyentrance.“Isthiswhatyouwant,Elizabeth?”Thetipofhiscock

rubbedagainstmyclitandIsquirmedagainsthim.“Tellmewhatyouwant,”hegrowleddown

atme.

“You

—

Iwantyou!”Iscreamed,unabletotakeitanymore.Andthatwaswhenhethrust

intome,sohardandsteady.Hiscockslidintomesmoothlyandseemedtofillmeup

completely.HemovedinandoutofmeskillfullyandIfeltsomuchpleasurethatIdidn’tknow

whichwaywasupandwhichwaywasdown.

“Comeforme,Elizabeth,”hegrowledashecontinuedtomoveinandoutofme,his

fingersrubbingmyclitaggressivelyasmybreastsjiggled.Hiseyeswereintenseashelooked

downatmeandhegrowledinsatisfactionasIclimaxedhardandfastonhisbed.Itwasonly

thenthathepushedmebackuponthebedandcollapseddownontopofmeandfuckedme

harderandfaster.Iknewthenthathe’dbeenwaitingonmetocomebeforehewouldallow

himselftorelease.IwrappedmylegsaroundhiswaistasheslammedintomeandIfeltlikea

queenasIfelthisbodyjerkingashecameinsideofme.Iwatchedasherolledover,pulledthe

condomoffandlaybacknexttome,panting.

“Nowthat’swhatIcallagoodfucking,”hesaidashelookedatmewithasmile.

“Youcansaythatagain,”IsaidwithasmalllaughandthenIsquealedasherolledmeon

topofhimandIfelthiscockgrowinghardagainstmywetnessonceagain.

***

“Soaboutlastnight.”Scott’svoicewassoftasIopenedmyeyesthenextmorning.

“Hmm,whataboutit?”Iaskedandstretchedinhissheets,feelingwarmandsatiated

withhimnexttomybody.

“Itwasprettyhot,don’tyouthink?”

“Yeah.”Inodded,suddenlyfeelingshyasIthoughtaboutallthedifferentthingswe’d

done.

“AndI’mnotjudgingyou.”Heleaneddownandkissedmeashishandcrepttomy

breast.

“Judgingme?”Ikissedhimbackandranmyhandsdowntohisbutt.

“Forsleepingwithmeonthefirstnight.”HelaughedagainstmylipsandyelpedasI

slappedhisbutt.

“Hey,you’reluckyI’mnotjudgingyou.”ImoanedasIfelthisfingersslipdownfrommy

breasttothevalleybetweenmylegs.Thevalleythatwasalreadywet.

“Ilovemorningsex.”Scottgruntedashisfingersreachedmywetnessandherubbedmy

clitgently.

“Whosaidyou’regettingmorningsex?”Iaskedasmybackarchedonthebed.

“ThewomanIpickeduplastnightkindahintedthattome.”Helaughedashekissed

downmystomach.

“Shedid?”Iwhimperedashislipsfoundmywetnessandhistongueeagerlylickedme

up.Iclosedmyeyesandmyfingersgrippedthesheetsashesuckedgentlyonmyclit.Ishifted

onthebedandspreadmylegsandcriedoutinwildabandon.Ifeltfreeandhappy.Thiswas

myfirsttimelettinglooseandjustgivingmyselftoaguyrightaway.Itfeltexhilaratingand

freeingandIcouldn’twaittocallLaceyandtellherjusthowhotmynighthadbeen.Ifelt

Scott’stongueslideinsideofmeandIscreamedoutasheenteredmewithasmuchpassion

ashiscockhadhadthepreviousevening.Itwasonlywhenheremovedhistongueandsatup

thatIrealizedthathisphonewasringingoffthehook.IgroanedasIwatchedhimrollingover

andgrabbinghisphone.Helookedatthescreenandfrownedbeforelookingbackdownatme.

“Sorry,it’swork.”HelookedawayfrommeandIfeltmystomachcurdlingatthesudden

changeinmood.

“Ohno,everythingokay?”

“Notreally.”Hesighedandjumpedoutofthebed.“Ithinktheyneedmetoworktoday

becauseI,uh,I’mleavingthecountryforamonthnextweekandtheywanttomakesurethat

everythingintheofficeisleftintact.”

“You’regoingaway?”Iasked,myheartsinkingasIstaredupathim.Ipulledthesheets

upovermynakedbodyandtriedtocontrolmybreathing.

“Yeah.”Henodded.“Worktrip,likeIsaid.Uhm,butI’llcallyouwhenIgetbackandwe

cangotodinner.”

“Isee.”Ibitonmylowerlipandtriednottocry.Whatwasgoingon?

“Justasecond.”Helookedatmeguiltily.“Ihavetogotothebathroom.”Hedroppedhis

phoneonthemattressnexttomeandhurriedoutoftheroom.Iwatchedhimleavetheroom

andquicklygrabbedhisphone.Itwaslocked,butIcouldseethathehadtenmissedcallsfrom

someonecalledHelenSmith.MyheartthuddedasIwonderedwhoshewasandwhywasshe

callinghim.Evenmoreimportantly,whyhadhismoodchangedsoquicklyandwhywashe

lyingtome?Thepreviousnighthadbeensogood,sosensualandexciting.I’dthoughtwe’d

hadalotincommon,eventhoughwe’djustmet.I’dthoughtthatthiscouldgosomewhere.I’d

evenbeengoingtorevealtohimthathisfriendshadhiredmeforanofficeprank.I’dwanted

totellhimeverything,sothatwecouldreallygettoknoweachother.I’dthoughtthatperhaps

thiscouldreallygosomewhere.

“Sorryaboutthat,”hesaidashewalkedbackintothebedroom,hiscockswinging

looselyinfrontofhim.Icouldn’tstopmyselffromlookingatit.Hehadaperfectcock.Itwas

almostmajesticinthedaylight.Long,thick

—

butnottoothick

—

andthetipwasshapedlikea

perfectpeachymushroom.IlickedmylipsinvoluntarilyasIrememberedhowgoodithad

tasted.IfeltafeelingofshamespreadingthroughmeasIrealizedthatIwantedhiminmy

mouthagain.IwantedtofeelthatsameheadypowerthatI’dfeltthenightbeforewhenhe’d

beggedmetonotstopsuckingonhim.Icouldstillhearhisgrowlsashespurtedhotcomeall

overmybreasts.Icouldstillfeelthesoftnessofthewarmtowelhe’dusedtogentlywipehis

comeoffofmynipples.Andthenwhenhe’denteredme,ithadfeltlikewewereone.Hiscock

hadmovedinsideofmeasifitkneweveryinchofmeintimatelyanditseemedtoknowallthe

secretspotstoturnmeon.IsighedasIlookedupathim.Itcouldn’thavejustbeensex,could

it?Ithadtohavemeantmorethanthat.

“Iseverythingokay?”Iaskedagain,prayinghewouldburstoutlaughingandfalldown

onthebednexttome.

“Yeah,kinda.”Hesaidandhisexpressionlookedpained.“Iwouldlovetohavebreakfast

withyou.”Hesatdownonthebedandlookedintomyeyeswithasadexpression.“ButIhave

togointowork.”

“Isee,”Isaid,mystomachdropping.Sohewascontinuingwithhislies.

“Ihadagreattimelastnight,”hesaidandhereachedoverandtouchedmycheek.“It

wasspecial.”

“Yeah,sure,”Isaidandlookedawayfromhim.

“Ifitwasn’tforthisjob,”hesighed,“I’dliketoseewherethiscouldgo

—

really,Iwould.”

“Uhhuh.”

“GivemeyournumberandI’llcallyouwhenI’mbackintown,okay?”

“Yeah,sureyouwill.”

“Don’tbelikethat,Eliza,”hesaidwithafrownashetriedtokissme.Iavoidedhislips

andsatup.

“It’sElizabeth.”Ijumpedupoutofthebedandquicklylookedformyclothes.“Well,it

wasnicemeetingyou,Scott,”IsaidquicklyasIpulledmyskirton.“Haveagoodworktrip.”

“Elizabeth,please,”hesaidandIfelthishandsonmywaist.“Don’tbemadatme.You

don’tunderstand.”

“Iunderstandenough,jerk,”Iwhisperedundermybreathandgrabbedmyhandbag.

“I’mleaving.I’mgladyouhadagoodnight.”

“It’snotlikethat,”hepleaded,butIturnedaroundandglaredathim.

“Whatever.”IgavehimonelasthaughtyglanceandhurrieddownthestairssothatI

couldexithishousequickly.“Anddon’tfollowmeout!”IshoutedasIheardhimbehindme.I

sawhimstandingthere,lookingupset,butIdidn’tcare.Hewastheonewhohadusedmefora

one-nightstand.Hewastheonewhohadlied.Ihurriedoutofthedoorandslammeditshut,

beforerunningdowntheroadandstoppingatthecornersothatIcouldhailanUberfrommy

phoneapp.IwaitedforthecartopullupbeforetextingLaceyandtellingherIwasgoingtokill

her.Iwasn’tsurehowIstoppedmyselffromcrying,butIdidn’tshedatearuntilIstepped

throughmyownfrontdoors.AndthenIwentstraighttothebathroomandturnedonthe

faucetssothatIcouldsoakawaymytearsandpassion.

ChapterFive

“Youcanshoutatme,”LaceysaidwhenIcalledheronSundaymorning.“Itwasmyfault

youwentonthedate.”

“I’mnotgoingtoshoutatyou.”Imoaned.“It’snotyourfault,I’maslut.”

“You’renotaslut,”shesaidandIknewshewasworriedaboutmystateofmind.

“Lacey,Iwentonablinddate,ditchedthedate,metanotherguyandwenthomewith

himandhadsexwithhim.That’sthedefinitionofslut.”

“No,it’snot.Ifyou’dgonehomewithhimandlethimfuckyouintheassonafirstdate,

thenIwouldcallyouaslut.”

“Lacey,”myvoicewassoft,“you’recallingmeaslut,then.”

“Oh.My.God.Youlethimdoanal?”shescreamedandIcouldn’tstopmyselffrom

laughing.

“No,buttheshockinyourvoicelettingyouthinkthatforafewsecondswaspriceless.”

“You’rehorrible.”Shegiggled,butIcouldtellthatshewasnolongerworriedthatIwas

inadeep,darkdepression.“Areyougoingtobeokay?”

“Well,Imeantomorrow’sgoingtobeawkward,”Isaidsarcastically.“Canyouimagine

whathisfaceisgoingtolooklikewhenIwalkintohisofficeashisnewassistant?”

“You’renotgoingtotellhimthathisex-gfhiredyou?”Laceyaskedquestioningly.

“Nope,”Isaidvehemently.“HelenSmith,orHSmithasshecallsherselfonthecontract,

ispayingalotofmoneyformetoembarrasshimattheofficemeetingonSaturday.Idon’t

wanttodisappointher.”

“Butshelied,”Laceyexclaimed.“BobtoldyouthiswassetupbyScott’sfriendsasa

joke,butweknowHelenSmithisactuallyScott’sex-girlfriendandIdoubtsheisdoingthisas

ajoke.”

“Well,that’shistoughluck,”Isaidbitterly.“I’msureshehasherreasons.Andgood

detectivework,bytheway.”

“Itwasn’thard.”Shelaughed.“Scott’sFacebookpageisn’tprivateandhehasoldphotos

withher.”

“ButitwasdetectiveworkthatledyoutoconfirmingthatHelenSmithwastheHSmith.

Notmanypeoplewouldhavelookedupcriminalandcivilrecordstomatchasignature.”

“Youknowme,I’mthorough.”Laceylaughedmodestly.“Butwereallydon’tknowwhat

happenedbetweenthem.Maybeyoushouldtellhimwhat’sgoingon.Maybehehadareason

helied.”

“Heliedbecausehewantedtohititandquititandmaybehe’stryingtogetbackwith

Helen,”Isaidwithagroan.“Well,I’llshowhim.”

“Whatareyougoingtodo?”Laceyasked,hervoicebreathless.“Andareyousureyou

wantto?Didn’tyousayhewasthebestsexyou’veeverhad?”

“Hewasallright,”Ilied,notwantingtorememberjusthowgoodhe’dbeen.“AndI’m

goingtodowhatHelenasked.I’mgoingtogoinandbehisassistant.I’mgoingtopretendI

don’tcarethatheliedandthenonSaturday,I’mgoingtogivehimthelapdanceofhislifeand

embarrasstheshitoutofhim.”

“Oh,Eliza,yousoundlikeyouhaveaplan.”

“Well,youknowwhattheysayaboutplans…”Igrinnedintothephone.“Don’treveal

themifyouwantthemtocometrue.”

“Eliza,whatareyougoingtodo?”

“Can’tsayjustyet.”Ilaughed.“Butlook,Ihavetogoandchoosemyoutfitfortomorrow.

IwanttomakesureI’mlookingmybestwhenScottTaylorlayseyesonmeforthesecond

time.”

***

MyheartwasracingasIwaitedoutsideoftheoffice.IcouldseeScottsittingathisdesk

inadarknavy-bluesuit.Hewasonthephoneandscribblingsomethingdownonapieceof

paper.MyheartthuddedasIstoodtherewaitingforhimtocallmeinside.Icouldn’twaitto

seehiseyesasherecognizedme.Icouldn’twaittoseetheshock,andtoheartheexcuses.I

couldn’twaittobendovertopickupapensohecouldstareatmylonglegsandpertass.Iwas

goingtodrivehimcrazyandIwasgoingtoloveit.Hewouldpayforusingmeforaquickie.I

knockedonthedoorandwaited.

“Comein,”hecalledoutwithoutlookingup.Iwalkedintotheroomslowlyandstopped

acoupleofyardsawayfromhisdesk,waitingforhimtolookupandseeme.Heheldahandup

ashecontinuedtalkingonthephoneandIcouldfeelmystomachrumblingasIwaitedforthe

momentoureyeswouldmeet.“Sorryaboutthat,”hesaidfinallyashehungupthephone.“I’m

ScottTaylor,”hesaidandstoodup,hishandoutstretched.Iwatchedashisblueeyeswidened

inshockandhisjawfellopen.Helookedatmeforafewsecondsandthensmiledwidely.

“Well,well,well,lookwhowehavehere,”hesaidwithahugegrinthathadmystomachdoing

somersaults.Ihadnoideawhyhelookedsohappytoseeme.Didn’therealizehe’dnowbeen

busted?

“Scott?”MyjawdroppedasIfakedsurprise.“Ithoughtyouwentawayforbusiness?”I

saidandtookasteptowardshim.“Whatareyoudoinghere?”

“ElizabethJeffries,you’remynewassistant?”Hiseyesnarrowedashestaredatmeand

Iwatchedashewalkedoutfrombehindhisdeskandovertome.“Now,now,todayismylucky

day.”Hereachedout,grabbedmyhandsandpulledmetowardshim.

“Whatareyoudoing?”IaskedinshockasIfelthiswarm,hardbodyagainstmine.

“Continuingwhereweleftoff,”hesaidwithanimpishgrinashishandsfelltomyass.

“I’vealwaysdreamedofanofficequickie.”Istoodthereinshock,notbelievingmyears.How

couldScottTaylorflirtandactlikeeverythingwasokay?Howcouldheputhishandsonme

andthinkI’djustpickupwherewe’dleftofftheothermorning

—

themorninghe’dliedtome?

NothingwasgoingasIthoughtitwould.Hewasn’tspeechless.Hewasn’tembarrassed.He

wasn’tstumblingwithmorelies.Ifanything,heseemedexcitedasifallofhisdreamshad

cometrue.AsifIweresomesextoyathisdisposal.IcouldfeelmyfacereddeningasIgrew

angry.ThiswasnotwhatI’dexpectedatall.However,Istartedtosmileasanewideacameto

me.AnewplanhatchedinmymindashishandssqueezedmybuttasifheowneditandI

lookedupathimandsmiled.

“Well,wouldn’tyouknow,that’ssomethingI’vealwaysdreamedofaswell,”Isaidwitha

sweetsmile.IgrinnedwhenhegaspedinshockasIreacheddown,grabbedhiscockand

squeezedhard.IwasgoingtoshowScottTaylorwhohewasdealingwith.BythetimeIlefthis

officeattheendoftheweek,Iwasgoingtohavehimonhisknees.