Page 30 of Stolen Kisses
“Fair dues. You get a kiss.”
“Just one?”
“Do something to impress me and you’ll get two.”
“Impress you? Like what?”
This was mean. I really should just say yes already and be done with it, but the attention and his zeal to do whatever I asked was making my head swell.
“Make six figures a month.” I was joking. No one I knew made that kind of money.
“I want more than a kiss for six figures a month.”
I laughed and thought I’d make him crazier, especially since I could hear Christina coming down the stairs.
I stepped closer, crooked my finger so he’d lower and I could whisper into his ear.
“Dante … if you make six figures a month, I’ll allow you to touch me everywhere and anywhere you want, and then you can do whatever you want to me.” I whispered into his ear, nice, slow, and purposeful—seductive.
He turned and his nose brushed against mine. “Fuck.”
“We can do that too.” I teased, loving the dazed look on his face.
I stepped back at the same time Christina approached with a curious look on her face.
“What are you guys up to?” she asked looking from me to him.
“Nothing … yet.”
Christina rolled her eyes, while poor Dante couldn’t tear his eyes away from me. She had to hit him in the chest to get his attention.
“Come on then, you are so weird.” She shook her head at him and started walking away without him.
“Good night Dante,” I cooed. “I really wish you the best of luck trying to make all that money.”
He didn’t answer, instead he just walked away, but I knew what was on his mind. It was clear. I laughed, closed the door and headed to take out the trash. Vira had asked me to do it before she left this morning. I didn’t know why she couldn’t ask one of her male friends to do it for her. I always got landed with the shit jobs.
At least tonight I had the memory of Dante’s face in my mind to distract me from the task. I couldn’t believe what I’d said to him. Practically offering sex on the table if the man could show me that he made six figures a month. I was so bad.
A noise behind me made me jump. I turned to see a man leaning against the wall watching me.
Fuck, I hadn’t seen him there before. He was one of Vira’s creepy friends from the brothel who was always hitting on me.
Steve, that was his name.
He thought just because he was one of Vira’s longstanding well paying customers it gave him access to everything. Everything including me.
When he stepped forward, I moved back to head toward the house.
“Where you goin doll?” He grabbed me.
I screamed when he shoved me hard against the dumpster.
“Let go of me.” I winced.
“Please, give it a rest I know you want it bad.” He taunted pressing me hard.
Not giving up I scratched him right across his neck and when he jumped from the shock, I used the moment to try and escape.
