บททั้งหมดของ Hotter Than Hell: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

CelinaI hesitate for only a moment before doing as he asks. It’s time to get this over with. I turn so I can sit on his lap, but he stops me. “This way,” he whispers as he positions me so I’m straddling him and we’re face to face. He tucks my knees on either side of his legs on the wide chair. The shirt he gave me is wide open and every part of the front of me is open to his gaze. He’s not looking at the shirt, though. His eyes stare into mine. “I enjoy the company of a woman. It’s easier to pay for that service and not have expectations beyond the moment. You’re beautiful and obviously smart. I would like to know what brought you here, but I won’t ask. That’s your business.” His hand goes to my hair and he lifts a section back over my shoulder so it whispers across my breast. “I want you to relax and I don’t see that happening unless you’re drunk. A drunk woman is the last thing I want.” He reaches behind me and lifts his plate. “Feed me with your fingers,” he says.We are so close

AlexNice. The word doesn’t sit well. The last thing I am is nice. “How soon do you need the money?” I ask instead of telling her the truth.Her blue eyes are tinged red from crying and a slight hitch enters her voice when she says, “One month.”My brain puzzles through the math. Even if all her clients are as generous as I am, she’ll be lucky to make that in a month. “I’m working two jobs. I can do it,” she says at the look on my face.Well, hell. She should not have told me that. I have a feeling she’s talking about two escort jobs, which is against the rules. “Does Madison know?”Her expression turns desperate. “Please don’t tell her. You don’t understand,” she continues. “I don’t have a choice, and if I don’t get the money, something very bad will happen.”She has no idea that something very bad has already happened. The other escort service in Phoenix is run by Miles Cartwright. He’s scum, and I’ve been itching for a reason to shut his operation down. He plays by Moon’s rules, so

AlexI can’t stop thinking about that damn escort. This is the dumbest thing that’s ever happened to me. Maybe I’m losing my mind. I walk through Moon’s home and head first to the control room to check in. Jose and Mike are on monitor duty tonight. Two more guards are stationed outside on the grounds.Jose nods as soon as I enter. “Hey, Gomez,” he says.Mike looks up from one of the screens. He’s been with us for a few years but just moved to house security. He worked the warehouses until he proved himself capable of more. “Mike,” I say, “things quiet?” He’s good at the job and glances to the screens before giving me his attention again. “All quiet. Maybe too quiet if you ask me.”Of course I’ll ask. “What’s got you riled?”“It’s one of those feelings. Had it for a few days now.” His head swivels back to the screens.I know what he means. “Moon fill you in about the meeting later?”This time Mike doesn’t take his eyes from the monitors. “Jose is going. I’ll stay in here and Jose can 4

CelinaI hoped Elegant Escorts and Cartwright Modeling would call today. I’m antsy after my first client and don’t need extra time to think about what I’m doing. Not that I want to jump in someone else’s bed right away, but I need to make the money by deadline and not get pulled under by the sleaziness of it. I barely slept through the night because I was thinking and worrying about Kiley. It makes me sick not knowing what’s happening to her. She’s only a baby, and I fear my thoughts aren’t as bad as the truth.I didn’t eat dinner last night, and it’s now ten in the morning. I’m starving. I take another shower and shave my entire body, including my hoo-ha. I moisturize everything, buff and paint my nails with a clear coat, and fix my hair. While in the shower, I let steam soak into the suit I wore yesterday for Alex. I also used a spray deodorizer on it before leaving the room. I don’t need a daily dry cleaning bill to go with everything else. I put on a pair of white shorts with a bl

Celina“I’m so sorry,” I say before taking another sip of water.“Can you sit up?” she asks.The ocean sounds and black spots are gone. She takes the water from my hand and I sit up and drop my legs to the floor. “I’m so embarrassed. Just give me a moment and I’ll leave.”Her sigh is not a friendly sound. She walks to her office door and opens it. Before I can stand and rush out, a giant dog walks through the door. Mak places her hand out and he licks her fingers. “Two-dogs, sit.” He sits; his face is upturned and he’s watching Mak like she’s a large T-bone steak. She leaves him and walks to a chair next to the sofa. She pulls it out a bit and takes a seat. “Now you need to go through both of us in order to leave. You are going to drink the rest of your water and then tell me what the hell is going on. Drink.”At the final word, the dog gives a slight growl. I tip the bottle again and finish half of the water. I lift my eyes to Mak’s. She’s not smiling, but there is concern in her gaz