“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He trailed a finger down my arm. I shivered and not in a good way at the feel of his skin on mine.
“Alyssa,” I repeated, my earlier suspicions that he wasn’t listening confirmed.
Oblivious to my distress, Dick undid the top few buttons on his shirt and settled on the couch. “Come. Sit,” he demanded. His hand patting the cushion next to him.
“Um…” I mumbled. There was no way in hell I was sitting on that monstrosity next to him. From the looks of it, I’d probably end up with an STD just from sitting on it. Problem was, I didn’t want to alienate him. For as bad of an idea as this was turning out to be, I still needed the job. My options were limited, and I was determined not to leave until I gave it my best effort.
Dick’s lips curled in a jokerish smile. “Ah,” he said. “You’re one of those girls. Want to get right down to it. I like that.”
My forehead creased in confusion. One of what girls? My question was answered soon enough, when Dick unzipped his pants and pulled his small erect penis through the opening. His fingers gave it a quick tug before holding it upright.
The blood drained from my face, and my eyes bugged out of my head. When I didn’t move, but rather stared in horror at him exposing himself to me, he said with no small amount of annoyance, “Well let’s go. Sit on it already.”
“I’m not sitting on that!” I cried out in repulsion.
“Suck it then,” he shifted tactics.
“Are you serious?” The words flew out of my mouth. This guy had to be delusional. I might be desperate, but I still had some self-respect. It wasn’t much at that moment, but I clung to it like a lifeline.
“Of course I am. Take your tits out first. They look real and I want to come on them.” His fingers resumed tugging his pathetic excuse for a cock, and my lips curled in disgust.
“Not going to happen,” I mumbled, spinning on my heel and making haste towards the door. I fumbled with the lock, giving Dick enough time to make his way to me. He pressed himself against my back. I could smell liquor, and what suspiciously smelled like tuna fish, on him. My stomach lurched at the combination.
“Get off me,” I shouted, trying to shrug off his hands that were groping at me. When they closed around my breasts and pulled me flush against him, tears sprung in my eyes.
“You’ll take what I give you. You want to dance out there, you’ll damn well put on a show for me in here.” I felt his dick poking at my behind, and I knew this monster was going to take advantage of me any way he could if I allowed him to.
Slamming the heel of my shoe down on the arch of his foot, I elbowed him in the gut. His howl of pain made an evil grin spread across my face. His first mistake was underestimating a petite woman like myself. I learned early on how to protect myself, once I found myself in foster care.
With great satisfaction, my knee connected with his groin, and he went down like a giant sack of potatoes. That was going to hurt.
“You’re a disgusting, pitiful, sorry motherfucker,” I cursed before unlatching the lock and speed walking towards the exit.
I was five feet from the door when Reanna called out, “Hey, you!”
My progression halted, and I turned around to where she leaned against the bar, the patron from earlier now gone. “What?” I said through clenched teeth.
“What happened back there?”
“Dick is just that… a dick!” I threw my arms up and then let them fall at my side.
The bouncer from earlier shuffled past us towards the room where Dick was probably still writhing around gripping his rather unimpressive junk. Dick’s shouts could be heard over the music, and I knew I didn’t have much time before he peeled himself up off the floor and came after me.
“What did you do?” Suspicion laced each word as she leaned further into the wood of the bar.
“Let’s just say little Dicky won’t be out to play for a while,” I huffed.
Her eyes danced in amusement, and it looked like she was fighting to hold back a laugh. I didn’t find anything about the situation funny.
Without another word, I turned towards the exit and took a few steps when she cried out, “Wait!”
Reanna rounded the bar and jogged towards me. Taking my hand in hers, she placed a piece of paper in my palm before curling my fingers around it.
“What’s this?” I looked down at the paper with confusion.
“If you’re serious about this lifestyle, go there. Tell them Reanna sent you. Xavier owes me one, but I have a feeling it won’t matter with the way you look.” Her eyes were kind, and I almost kissed her with how grateful I was that she was giving me another option.
“I have to go.” The thought that Dick might ever breathe the same air as me again, propelled me to the door. I pushed it open and sucked in the fresh air, feeling the late afternoon sunshine warm my body.
Reanna’s words followed me out the closing door. “Good luck!”
I had a feeling I was going to need it.
Acknowledgements
Thank you to everyone who has helped spread the word about my books. Bloggers and fans alike, you guys are amazing and I’m so grateful for you.
A special shout out to Miranda Johnson. You are my everything babe. I’m not sure how I would function on a daily basis without you and that is no lie. Love you girl!
Lots of love to my husband who dealt with me tirelessly through these stories and my many missed deadlines.
To the COPA ladies, you rock my socks off! Thank you for being my sounding board and the coolest group of chicks a girl could have for friends!
Thank you to Murphy Rae for the amazing and scorching hot cover. I love it!
Another special thank you to Jennie Wurtz. This pineapple loves you hard and there is a special bonnet coming your way one of these days! Now let’s go find our tiny house!
Last but certainly not least, thank you to the amazing betas I haven’t already mentioned: Bianca Smith, Kelli Jean and Sidney Halston. I wouldn’t trust my baby to anyone other than the best, and that is just what I found in you!
About the Author
Jessica is the author of the Love Square & Concierge series. She grew up in Central New York, where she currently lives with her husband and three dogs. Her days are spent as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she's been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world.
Other Books by Jessica:
Love Square Series
Love Square
His Ever After
Their Merry Little Christmas
Bound in Blue
Concierge Series
Love, Your Concierge
Forever Your Concierge
Standalone Titles
Urban Love Prophecy
The Taste of Mr. Davenport
Man Candy
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