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  “Oh come on. You have to at least try it on.” Shoving it into my arms, she pushed me into the dressing room.

  I sighed loudly, before pulling my T-shirt over my head and slipping the green shirt on. The fabric felt like butter and it fit perfectly. I turned in the mirror admiring how nice it looked on me. Grabbing the tag that was dangling from the arm, I looked down at the expensive price tag.

  “Come out. Let me see what it looks like,” Trish called out on the other side of the door.

  Opening the door, I stepped out and adjusted the shirt.

  “See? I told you it would look amazing on you. Do you love it?”

  I smiled and made a tiny turn. “I think I do.”

  After promising Trish I’d save and buy the shirt another day, we finally left the store and headed to the food court.

  “So what exactly happened at Clive’s?” she asked, sucking at her Starbucks cup.

  The food court around us bustled with laughter and voices. I reached down and plucked at a fry on my tray.

  “Nothing really,” I shrugged.

  Trish tilted her head to the side and looked at me like I was full of it, which I totally was.

  “Don’t give me that shit. Stacy, the pretty waitress with the nose ring, said she saw Sebastian talking to you personally. He never does that.” She took another sip. “So what did he say?”

  I debated whether or not telling her was a good idea. I’d known Trish a while and never had she been one to tell secrets. But then again, I’d never really had any juicy secrets to tell. She worked at Clive’s and she was bound to let it slip at some point. The thought of it getting back to Sebastian that I was talking about him didn’t scare me, but it wasn’t something I wanted to happen.

  “Really. Nothing happened. He just told me nicely that the job wasn’t for me and sent me on my way.” I was lying. I hated lying and it wasn’t something I did often, but it was necessary.

  Trish didn’t know where I was staying. She was too caught up in her life to even ask, which was fine by me. Usually I’d be ticked off by her selfish ways, but this time, not so much.

  “He’s fucking sexy isn’t he?”

  “Who?” I asked.

  “Sebastian, the owner of Clive’s.”

  “Oh. Yeah I guess he’s okay,” I shrugged.

  Another lie.

  “You guess?” She reached out and playfully laid her hand on my forehead like she was checking my temperature. I laughed and smacked her hand away. “Seriously, Roz, you’re either delirious from a burning fever, totally blind, or into sucking clit if you don’t see how unbelievably hot that man is.”

  “Oh my God, you did not just say that?” I put my head down when I noticed the lady next to her looking at us with an appalled expression.

  “Yes, I did. And just so you know, I’d love you if you were any of those.” She stole a fry from my tray and tossed it into her mouth. “Sexy or not, he’s a total knob slobber.”

  “What’s a knob slobber?” I asked.

  “Oh come on, Roz. As in, he slobs on knobs.” She made the motion with her hand and mouth like she was going down on a guy.

  At that point, the lady next to us got up and moved. Poor lady.

  However, Trish’s words did get my attention. “What makes you think he’s gay?”

  “He has to be. He works at this club full of hot bitches, including myself, and never once has he even batted an eyelash at any of them.”

  “That doesn’t mean he’s gay,” I defended.

  She looked at me like I was crazy, then grabbed her breasts and shook them. “Seriously, look at these. In two years, he would have at least flirted with me once.”

  I didn’t say anything else after that. I could have knocked her off her high horse by telling her I knew for a fact Sebastian wasn’t gay, but she was my friend and I’d rather she stay self-confident.

  I waited until Trish was completely out of sight before I climbed into the back of the sleek black car that was waiting for me.

  “Have a nice time shopping, Miss?” Mr. Martin asked, pulling away from the curb.

  “I sure did.” I plastered on a fake smile and turned to watch the city go by.

  I rode to pick up Kyle from school, and then Mr. Martin drove us home. After a quick dinner of Sloppy Joes, Kyle showered and went to bed. I sat up and watched TV. The last thing I remembered was an episode of Golden Girls, before falling asleep on the couch.

  I briefly remembered waking in Sebastian’s arms, as he carried me to my bedroom. I’d been too tired to try and talk to him, and my eyes had fluttered shut. Then I think he laid me in my bed, and pulled the covers up to my chest.

  There’d been a soft warmth on my cheek that I was sure was a kiss, but I couldn’t be bothered to open my eyes. I must have been dreaming though. Sebastian Black wasn’t the kind of man to do anything soft and sweet.

  I woke the next morning to Kyle making himself breakfast. I’d overslept, which was something I didn’t do often. Climbing from the bed, I made my way to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face to help wake myself up.

  After brushing my hair and teeth, I went back into my room to get dressed for the day. I reached out to open my closet door when I saw the green shirt I’d admired the day before at the mall hanging on the door knob.

  Picking it up, I saw that it was the perfect size and everything. It was then, the night before came rushing back to me. Sebastian had definitely been there. It hadn’t been a dream like I’d thought it was.

  Twelve

  Sebastian

  “So what’s the deal with you and Jessica?” Vick stepped into my office with Starbucks and a forced smile.

  Her grin alone was alarming because smiling was not her thing.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You have to admit things are different with her.”

  I couldn’t put my finger on it, but Vick wasn’t acting like herself.

  “Our deal’s no different than the rest of the girls in my book.”

  “Yeah fucking right,” she snorted around her cup of coffee. “I don’t recall you ever buying the other girls upscale condos.”

  “She needed a place. I’ll make up the difference in her weekly payments. She’ll get less.” I was lying, but I didn’t want Vick thinking Jessica was changing me. She wasn’t.

  “Don’t bullshit me, Sebastian. I saw the account you opened for her. She has the same amount of starter money as the rest of the girls.” She sat her hip against my desk and scowled down at me. “What’s the deal? Is this bitch turning you soft?”

  Anger struck me deep, in a place I hadn’t visited since I was young and stupid, and fighting to survive on the streets of New York.

  “Don’t call her that,” I barked, the side of my fist landed on my desk hard, shaking papers.

  My voice was dark, daring her to say another word. Vick and I usually got along well, but her calling Jessica a bitch shook something loose.

  She peered down at me with a look of pity. “No different, huh?” Shaking her head, she turned and walked out of my office.

  My hands were shaking with rage. “You do not get to regard me in that manner!”

  Without turning around, she called over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, sir. I thought it was my right to point out when the closest person to me was becoming a pussy-whipped dickwad.”

  The door slammed behind her, knocking a picture from my wall. I was going to have to take Vick down a fucking peg or two. She was definitely getting too comfortable trying to control me. I wasn’t having it.

  I didn’t want to hear anymore shit from fucking Laura Croft: Emasculator. Jessica was not changing me. I’d just met the girl and I’d barely had a taste of her yet. I wasn’t changing for anyone, and I’d prove it.

  I pulled out my book and flipped through the pages. Jessica wasn’t ready for sex yet, but I was in need of some female attention. Picking out at random, I pulled out my phone and prepared to text one of my ladies, but a loud no
ise from the club below stopped me.

  “Where the fuck is he?” a female voice bellowed.

  Going to the window, the workers below parted as Bambi came bursting through the tables knocking chairs onto the floor. She wasn’t as put together as she was every time we met. Her eyes were wide, but not the usual big doe eyes I was used to. She looked wild—feral, and on the hunt.

  Taking the stairs as fast as I could, I went straight to her. She practically growled as I took her by the arm and pulled her into the VIP section. My employees didn’t need to know my personal business and with her being an obnoxious bitch, it wouldn’t be long before everyone knew everything.

  “What seems to be the problem?” I asked calmly, hoping she’d follow my lead.

  “I’m completely fucking broke. That’s the problem. For months, your payments were getting me through. I lost my job since I left every time you called, and now you’re completely cutting me off. That’s bullshit and you know it, Sebastian.” She put emphasis on my name since I’d never bothered to tell her.

  I silently wondered how she found out who I was—how she found me.

  “That sucks for you. However, the club isn’t open right now. We open tonight at seven. Please return then.”

  “Excuse me?” she asked, appalled.

  “I’m asking you to leave. If you don’t, I’ll have you forcefully removed from the premises.”

  “How could you treat me like this? I thought… I thought we had something special.”

  I pulled her close to me. So close, her tits pressed into my chest and I could taste her breath. She squirmed as if she was enjoying it.

  “We had an arrangement. One that made you a lot of money and one that got me exactly what I wanted from you. I wasn’t vague about our situation. You knew what you were walking into and you still did it. I got bored with you, which I tend to do, and now our arrangement is over. It’s not my fault you don’t know how to save money. Maybe if you hadn’t blown it all on frivolous bullshit, you’d have a little something in your account. Now, I’m not asking, I’m telling. Get the fuck out of my establishment.”

  She stuttered over her unintelligible response, before she turned and fled from the club. I followed behind her, the employees turning away and working, as if they hadn’t heard every bit of our argument. Fuck it. I was stressed beyond belief, and I hadn’t had any pussy since I’d laid eyes on Jessica.

  Jessica. She was beautiful and sexy—clueless to her seductiveness. She was the woman I’d been searching for, for years—the one type missing from my black book. And she was as good as mine.

  I’d already bought her a condo and gave her an account full of money. Ready or not, it was time I started getting paid my part of the deal.

  The elevator door opened into the clean, comfortable space of Jessica’s condo. I’d been there the night before, but this time the place smelled like woman and fresh flowers. I inhaled her sweetness and closed my eyes to the rush of desire consuming me.

  Stepping into the room, I was taken aback by how comfortable and at home I felt in the condo. The family pictures taken from Jessica’s storage were littered across the wall and table in the living space. It was comforting.

  A particular picture of Jessica and her little brother when they were younger, stuck out. I envied their relationship. Family—it’s all I’d ever wanted. Yet at the same time, the fear of being left behind kept me from making any new relationships with anyone. It was an endless cycle.

  It was then I noticed the music coming from the other room. My feet followed the tune, until I was standing in Jessica’s bedroom doorway. She was there, with only a towel wrapped around her curvy frame. Her back was to me and she moved around the room, swinging her hips, singing badly into her brush.

  Wet strands of red stuck to her back and beads of water rolled down her shoulders and into the towel. My mouth went dry thinking about sucking the water from her body.

  Leaning my shoulder against the door frame, I watched silently with crossed arms. She was different—young and endearing, full of life. It was refreshing.

  Jessica Rabbit, the cartoon character, had nothing on my Jessica. My Jessica wasn’t a seductive siren on purpose, but it was the way she made me feel that prompted the name. From the moment I first saw her, I was always seconds away from wolf howling with bulging eyes.

  Her towel rode up her thighs, exposing the bottom of her ass cheek and it was my undoing. Stepping into the room, I slipped up behind her and wrapped my hands around her hips. I was rock hard already, so I rubbed my hard cock into the back of her towel.

  She screamed before turning in my arms. The towel was forgotten and it drifted to the floor between us. There she was, naked in my arms, and wet—so fucking wet everywhere. I could only hope soon the sweet spot between her legs would also be soaked for me.

  Fingering a strand of her hair, my fingertips glistened from the moisture. She looked up at me with wide eyes. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and when she released it, it was swollen and pink—begging me to bite it.

  So I did.

  I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and bit down enough to make her go tense.

  “You’re driving me bat-shit crazy,” I said, leaning in and slamming my mouth against hers.

  She tasted amazing. Like fresh fruit in the rain. Like one of my favorite memories… like a home I never knew. And strangely, it angered me.

  I pulled away, releasing her arms and her mouth all at once. She fell back, covering her breasts before I could see them. Bending down, she attempted to retrieve her towel, but I stopped her.

  “Move your hands,” I demanded. “I want to see your tits.”

  “Sebastian, this is…” she started.

  I cut her off before she could finish. “What did I say?”

  She stood there staring back at me. I could see the debate in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she should listen or tell me to go to hell. Finally, she dropped her hands from her body and stood in front of me, gloriously naked.

  Heat radiated from my eyes as I let them dip and explore her balmy skin. Her dusty nipples hardened, taunting me to squeeze them. Reaching out, I pinched a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a hissing sound from between her teeth.

  “Does that hurt?” I asked.

  “A little.”

  “But it still feels good, doesn’t it?”

  She’d be lying if she denied it. Her eyes were already sparkling with desire.

  She didn’t answer, prompting me to squeeze tighter.

  “Yes!” she exclaimed.

  “Yes, what?”

  “It feels good.”

  I released her reddening nipple and relieved it with a nice lashing with my tongue. Her breathing hitched and then she moaned when I sucked the nipple into my mouth and nibbled sweetly. She’d earned that little bit for now.

  When I pulled away and looked back at her, her eyes were glazed over with want. Already she was melting in my hands. It wouldn’t be long before I’d have her tied to a bed, ass wiggling in the air, begging me to fuck her.

  I ran a single finger from her collar bone, down over her moist nipple. I couldn’t seem keep my hands off her. Her humid skin pebbled beneath my fingertip. I continued on my path, running it down her stomach to her navel. Her skin was like silk. It was wrong for her to cover it with cheap cotton.

  Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a card and placed it in her palm, closing her fingers around it.

  “What’s this?” she asked, opening her hand.

  “It’s for you to spend how you see fit. I only have one request, get rid of the cotton panties. Your body begs for silk and lace.”

  She shocked me by shoving the card back into my hand.

  “No, Sebastian. You’ve done enough. I can’t take this. The condo, the car, the shirt, all of it… by the way, thanks for the shirt. I don’t even want to know how you knew I’d tried it on.”

  “I have my ways.”

  I didn’t tell her that
Martin had gotten out of the car for a walk and saw how happy she’d looked inside the store, shopping with her friend. He’d picked it up and turned it over to me. As I said before, he got paid the big bucks for a reason.

  “Well, it’s all too much. Not to mention, I haven’t really done anything to earn any of this yet.”

  I grinned. She was so clueless and sweet. It was a wonder New York hadn’t eaten her alive yet.

  “Don’t worry, you will.”

  Her face paled, shyness filling her expression, and I chuckled.

  “Go shopping. Buy yourself something that will drive me crazy. I’ll pick you up tonight at seven. Be ready and be dressed to kill.”

  I didn’t wait for her to respond. I walked away. If I didn’t get away from her soon I was going to do something stupid, and push her before she was ready—like laying her on the bed and sinking myself balls deep into her tight pussy.

  I had full rights to do what I pleased with her, and I knew she’d go for it because she obviously felt indebted to me. But that was not my goal. I wanted her to want me the way I wanted her. I wanted her soaking wet and begging for my cock and anything else I had to offer. To have that, I’d wait—even if it killed me.

  Thirteen

  Rosslyn

  Once Sebastian left the room, I let myself relax. It wasn’t that he scared me, but he made me physically aware of myself and of him. The way my body responded to him was something I wasn’t accustomed to.

  My nipple ached, stinging from his attention, and between my legs was soaked. Every part of me was hyper-sensitive. When I picked up my towel and rubbed it across my body, a tiny gasp escaped me.

  I was alone. I’d listened carefully as the elevator opened and closed, assuring me Sebastian was gone. So I let my hands slowly drop down my body, my palms rubbing across my hard nipples and weaving sensation into my lower stomach.

  It wasn’t going to be long before I was begging him for everything he had to offer, but the whole being paid thing was really messing me up. Not to mention, I hated it that he called me Jessica.