Desire (Desire, Book 1) - By Missy Johnson Page 0,23

thought about what really may have happened right here on this table if I hadn’t had to go to work. If anyone had the ability to make me lose control, it was him.

“Can I see you later?” I asked shyly.

“Kait, I’d love to, but I have to work at six.” He grabbed hold of my wrist as I stood up, swinging me back into his lap. “Can I at least drive you to work?” His tongue flicked my ear lobe, as his hand groped my thigh under my skirt. His hardening erection under me was an unbelievable turn on.

“Unless you’re planning to pick me up at three in the morning, then no, you can’t drive me to work.” I raised my eyebrows waiting for a response. Thank god for his six o’clock start. I wasn’t sure how I would’ve gotten myself out of that one, otherwise. I cringed at the thought of him driving me to work, walking me inside. Meeting Barry. There was no way in hell I was going to let that happen.

“Okay.” He grumbled. “Can I come past tomorrow?” I nodded, already excited at the prospect of seeing him again. He hadn’t even left yet and I was anticipating the next time I’d see him. With no kids around. Or Ara. Who knew what would happen. I giggled to myself, I had a pretty good idea.

Chapter Twelve

My body was still worked up from Devon’s attention when I arrived at work.

“Hi Emily.” I smiled as I set my bag down behind the desk. Emily looked up and me and grinned.

“Kait. Hey! I wasn’t sure if you’d show up again.” She admitted. From her happy expression, to her big sparkling eyes, I’d say she was pretty happy to see me.

“Honestly? Not showing up didn’t even enter my mind. I enjoyed myself much more than I expected to, yesterday.”

“Good to hear. So tonight, think you can handle things? I’m working on the floor, but you can call anytime if you need help.” I gaped at her in surprise. She worked the floor? Emily was stunning, friendly, and a great person, but I didn’t think that she was the type of person to do…that.

“You’re surprised.” She observed, grinning. “I love how shocked people are when they hear that.” She giggled.

I loved her confidence. If I was doing what she was doing, I wouldn’t be telling everyone. That was for sure.

“I started out like you, determined not to get into the other side of things. But once you get to know all the regulars, it’s really hard to walk past that money. Really hard.” She said, her eyes growing wider.

Would that happen to me too?

Did everyone simply have a price?

The thought that even I had a price made me feel uneasy, and the fact that I was feeling uneasy was making me feel even more uneasy. I pushed aside those thoughts, and plastered a smile on my face.

“I’ll be fine out here, I’m sure.” I sounded much more confident that I felt. “Good luck.” I added, smiling. It was hard not to love Emily.

After Emily left, I set myself up. I sat nervously, waiting for the first client. Sitting there, waiting was worse than waiting for the interview that first day. Angry butterflies nosedived around my stomach. I could feel the hotdog from dinner sitting uneasily in my stomach.

It was going to make another appearance soon, I just wasn’t sure which end.

Going over the booking page, I tried to familiarize myself with the regulars that were coming in tonight. I found it interesting that Emily was already fully booked. How long had she been doing this for? The fact that she was so popular really didn’t surprise me. She had that young, barely legal look about her.

I couldn’t imagine any other rewards for basically being a glorified prostitute, other than the money. She had spoken about her boyfriend last night. How did he feel about what she did? I found it hard to imagine any man being okay with their girlfriend sleeping with other men, especially for money. If I had a boyfriend and he was sleeping with other women for money, I’d be livid. I’d never been good with sharing. I blushed as I realized my mind had cast Devon as the fictitious boyfriend in my scenario.

My heart jumped as the door pushed open. A man walked up to me, smiling. He raised an eyebrow.

“New here?” He asked. I nodded, feeling completely incompetent. Was it that obvious?

“Hi, I’m Bambi.” I said,