last-minute request for Deon.
Fly snatched his iPod from her hand. “I was classically trained at Juilliard. But you’re not refined enough to appreciate—”
“Whatever!” she spat.
He pulled his shirt over his head and yanked his jacket off the chair. “You wasted my time, lady. I hope you realize that you still have to pay for my services.”
Solay shrugged, knowing that she was going to call the agency, demanding Deon—or a refund. She’d pitch a bitch and threaten to sue if they insisted on charging her credit card for Fly’s dancing ass.
Fly stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Punk-ass!
Lips curled in dissatisfaction, Solay picked up the phone.
Those rent-a-dick shysters tried to play me. I requested a man that could put in some work in the bedroom, and they sent me a flaming ballerina!
Surprisingly, the agency was apologetic and accommodating. Only problem—Deon was booked up until the end of the week.
“Greek Thunder is available tonight; he’s a favorite,” said the pleasant voice on the other end of the phone. “Would you like us to send him over?”
Solay pondered briefly. “No, I’ll wait for Deon,” she said,deciding against taking any more chances with unknown dick. Deon was tried and true. She liked the way he put it down.
Alone with her thoughts, she wondered if it was healthy to substitute a real relationship with paid escorts.
Hell yeah,
she responded. Relationships were all-consuming—bad for business. Once again, she assured herself that renting dick had to be healthier than allowing herself to become entangled in an emotionally draining and romantic situation.
CHAPTER 11
C olden had summoned her, demanding her presence at a dinner party that one of his wealthy friends was hosting. Colden had always kept her behind closed doors. He’d never invited her to any of the exclusive parties that he attended. Melanee was honored, but had no idea what would be required of her. The suspense had her tingling all over—made her panties wet.
At quitting time, Melanee ripped off her apron and raced out of Scandalicious. It took three buses and a fifteen-minute walk to get to the Montgomery County address that Colden had sent in a text. She didn’t expect him to provide her with transportation. She’d gladly walk to the end of the earth to be with him.
By the time Melanee finally reached the lovely Tudor-style home, she was eager to become immersed in whatever sexual adventure Colden had planned.
Her pulse quickened with excitement as she lifted the heavy door knocker.
Colden answered the door. He looked dashing in a black suit and tie. “You’re late! You missed dinner, and our hostess is infuriated.”
“I’m sorry, Master. The buses were running late.”
“Inexcusable.” His whispered voice became a hiss.
Melanee felt heat prickling up the back of her neck. Fear as well as humiliation aroused her, causing her face to flush. “I’m really sorry. I tried to get—”
Colden held up his hand, silencing her. Melanee flinched.
His dark brown eyes bore into her. “Punctuality should never be an issue. You’re nothing but a novice. If you can’t manage time, then you’re obviously in over your head.”
“I’ll do better.”
“You’re not ready for the lifestyle.”
“I’m still learning.”
He glared at Melanee, which caused her small nipples to grow taut. Colden was even more desirable when he was enraged. His smoldering dark eyes, the visible veins jutting out at the sides of his neck, the thin sheen of perspiration that covered his forehead—it all added to his sexuality and attractiveness. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at his muscular thighs inside custom-tailored pants.
She closed her eyes for a quick blissful moment, imagining Colden’s strong limbs clamped securely around her head.
“If it were up to me, you wouldn’t cross this threshold. But I’ve promised the hostess an evening of decadent entertainment. Don’t fuck this
Fly snatched his iPod from her hand. “I was classically trained at Juilliard. But you’re not refined enough to appreciate—”
“Whatever!” she spat.
He pulled his shirt over his head and yanked his jacket off the chair. “You wasted my time, lady. I hope you realize that you still have to pay for my services.”
Solay shrugged, knowing that she was going to call the agency, demanding Deon—or a refund. She’d pitch a bitch and threaten to sue if they insisted on charging her credit card for Fly’s dancing ass.
Fly stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Punk-ass!
Lips curled in dissatisfaction, Solay picked up the phone.
Those rent-a-dick shysters tried to play me. I requested a man that could put in some work in the bedroom, and they sent me a flaming ballerina!
Surprisingly, the agency was apologetic and accommodating. Only problem—Deon was booked up until the end of the week.
“Greek Thunder is available tonight; he’s a favorite,” said the pleasant voice on the other end of the phone. “Would you like us to send him over?”
Solay pondered briefly. “No, I’ll wait for Deon,” she said,deciding against taking any more chances with unknown dick. Deon was tried and true. She liked the way he put it down.
Alone with her thoughts, she wondered if it was healthy to substitute a real relationship with paid escorts.
Hell yeah,
she responded. Relationships were all-consuming—bad for business. Once again, she assured herself that renting dick had to be healthier than allowing herself to become entangled in an emotionally draining and romantic situation.
CHAPTER 11
C olden had summoned her, demanding her presence at a dinner party that one of his wealthy friends was hosting. Colden had always kept her behind closed doors. He’d never invited her to any of the exclusive parties that he attended. Melanee was honored, but had no idea what would be required of her. The suspense had her tingling all over—made her panties wet.
At quitting time, Melanee ripped off her apron and raced out of Scandalicious. It took three buses and a fifteen-minute walk to get to the Montgomery County address that Colden had sent in a text. She didn’t expect him to provide her with transportation. She’d gladly walk to the end of the earth to be with him.
By the time Melanee finally reached the lovely Tudor-style home, she was eager to become immersed in whatever sexual adventure Colden had planned.
Her pulse quickened with excitement as she lifted the heavy door knocker.
Colden answered the door. He looked dashing in a black suit and tie. “You’re late! You missed dinner, and our hostess is infuriated.”
“I’m sorry, Master. The buses were running late.”
“Inexcusable.” His whispered voice became a hiss.
Melanee felt heat prickling up the back of her neck. Fear as well as humiliation aroused her, causing her face to flush. “I’m really sorry. I tried to get—”
Colden held up his hand, silencing her. Melanee flinched.
His dark brown eyes bore into her. “Punctuality should never be an issue. You’re nothing but a novice. If you can’t manage time, then you’re obviously in over your head.”
“I’ll do better.”
“You’re not ready for the lifestyle.”
“I’m still learning.”
He glared at Melanee, which caused her small nipples to grow taut. Colden was even more desirable when he was enraged. His smoldering dark eyes, the visible veins jutting out at the sides of his neck, the thin sheen of perspiration that covered his forehead—it all added to his sexuality and attractiveness. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at his muscular thighs inside custom-tailored pants.
She closed her eyes for a quick blissful moment, imagining Colden’s strong limbs clamped securely around her head.
“If it were up to me, you wouldn’t cross this threshold. But I’ve promised the hostess an evening of decadent entertainment. Don’t fuck this
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