Outside the Lines - Lisa Desrochers Page 0,89

Steven Senior finally caught on and fired my addicted ass. I hit bottom and was homeless for a while, but finally got myself straightened out. I came back five years ago, just before Steven Senior handed the business over to Steve Junior and Elaine. Or, really Elaine, since Steve Junior prefers to stay out of the business side. We’d been friends and he decided to cut me a break. Took me back as a driver.”

“That’s some story.”

He shoots me a glance. “Just think before you unzip. That’s all I’m saying. Elaine runs a tight ship. She doesn’t take any crap and she expects her staff to be totally professional. She finds out you’re dicking around, she’ll send your ass packing.”

I give him a nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

We get our singer picked up from the airport and to her event. She seems like a nice lady, but it only takes me a few minutes to get why the bodyguard. Even with me standing right next to her the entire night, everyone wants their piece of her. Every single person she passes tries to touch her—mostly her arms or back, but more than one guy goes for the boobs or ass.

What the hell is wrong with people?

When we get her back to her hotel, she thanks us and we’re on our way. David and I settle into the limo for the long ride home, and he starts toward the highway.

My phone has been blowing up in my pocket all night, vibrating at every inopportune moment. When I pull it out, I see one text from Elaine, asking how things are going. I text her back. Tell her everything went according to plan and we’re on our way home.

All the others, ten to be exact, are from Adri.

They start out pretty innocent:

Thinking about you.

Wish you were here.

But I wonder if she’s been drinking because they get progressively more bold, ending with the last three in quick succession:

You’ve seen me naked. When is it my turn.

I miss that magical tongue.

And I’m still waiting to be properly fucked.

I chuckle under my breath, wondering if PTSD Chuck knows his innocent little Adri is a sex kitten in disguise. David shoots me a glance. I ignore him and dial her number.

“Hi,” she says a little shyly when she picks up.

“Are you drunk?”

There’s a laugh. “No. But I’m home, and bored, and I can’t stop thinking about where I was last Saturday, and what you were doing to me there.”

At the image of her naked body laid out for me like a Thanksgiving feast, my dick twitches in my black suit pants. “So, horny, not drunk,” I say with a grin.

“You don’t need me drunk to take advantage of me.” Her voice is breathy and makes me harder.

“That’s true. You are going to be stone sober when I fuck you.”

There’s a pause, then she breathes, “I can’t wait,” and there’s no stopping my hard-on.

“My plan is not to keep you waiting too long,” I say, adjusting my slacks around the bulge.

She blows out a breath that I swear I feel through the phone. “God, I hate sneaking around like a horny teenager.”

“So tell your dad.”

“Things have been a little tense lately,” she says. “He’s just so ridiculously overprotective. He’s never liked anyone I’ve gone out with.”

It’s not like I’m some big prize that any father would be proud to have on his daughter’s arm. I’m the opposite of a prize. I’m every father’s nightmare. She’s probably right not to tell him.

“Well, you know my place is out.” At the thought of Sherm seeing us together, a guilty knot forms in my gut.

“So . . . ?”

“So I guess we just play it by ear. The opportunity presents itself, we take it.”

She breathes out a sigh. “Your tongue really is magical.”

I can’t stop the chuckle. “It was inspired.”

“Where are you?”

“Coming back from a job in Miami. I should be home in a few hours.”

“I wish I could see you,” her voice is small and a little mournful.

“Me too.”

“Dream of me.”

I’m already sleep deprived because I can’t stop dreaming about her. “Being properly fucked?”

She giggles. “What unspeakable things will you do to yourself?”

I adjust my slacks again. “I’m sure you can imagine.”

She sighs, but even though we’re not speaking, neither of us disconnects. After a minute, I hear her breathing, and a second later, there’s a soft gasp.

“Adri?”

“What?” she asks breathily.

“What are you doing?”

She gives a little moan. “Something unspeakable.”

“Fuck me dead,” I mutter, fighting to keep my

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