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I tried not to think about what I was getting involved with. I knew if I thought about it, I would become nervous and start to freak out. I was going to be involved with girls who were being sold—just like I had been sold. I was lucky to get out, but now I was going back in. Hopefully to save as many girls as I could.
When the day finally came and I boarded my flight for Vegas. I didn’t board it as Joselyn Marquez.
I boarded it as Andi Middlebrooke.
Chapter Six
Paul
Throughout the week, I waited for that Andy guy to show. Delivery men showed up with his shit, but he had yet to arrive. What kind of guy couldn’t move his own stuff? I was already dreading meeting my new roommate. If he was some fancy motherfucker, we weren’t going to get along. Men needed to be manly. We were made to lift heavy stuff. God forbid we broke a nail.
I wasn’t sure if I needed to be home when this guy showed up or what, but I still had work to do. This afternoon I had a unique date. When I’d read the details in my back office on my phone, I’d laughed. Tanja had hired me for three hours to be a naked chef while she had a book club at her house. I wasn’t required to cook (thank God). She would have platters of food for me to serve.
Normally any date I would dress to impress, but since this one I’d be naked, I threw on a pair of grey cargo shorts and a maroon T-shirt before driving to the address provided. When I arrived, I was greeted with a bright smile.
“Howzit?” Tanja greeted.
I chuckled. “Hi.” I stepped forward and gave her a hug.
“Please come in.”
“Where’s your accent from?”
She smiled as she closed the door behind us. “I’m from South Africa.”
“No shit?” She nodded and I followed her toward what I guessed to be the kitchen. “What has you in Vegas?”
“My husband had a job opportunity and we took it. Better education for our children, too.”
I nodded. “So uh,” I rubbed the back of my neck, “does he know you hired me?”
She laughed and it was the first time I saw her dimples on each cheek—I had a thing for a woman’s smile. “It was his idea.”
I drew my head back, not expecting that answer. “Really?”
“He’s hoping this spices things up in the bedroom.”
“I see. So he wants you to get horny and fuck his brains out?”
“Pretty much.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged.”
“Perfect.” She bit her lip and a blush crept up her neck before she turned and started to put the food together.
I helped Tanja arrange the finger foods on platters, and just as we finished the doorbell rang. She smiled again and held up a black half apron. “You can change in the bathroom around the corner. Remember, only the apron. Nothing else.”
“I gotcha, sugar.”
Those ladies were feisty. I had no idea that women in book clubs were so horny. All they talked about was how my body compared to those of book boyfriends. What the hell was a book boyfriend?
When I would bend over to serve one of the ladies something, another would cop a feel. I was all for it, but it was turning me on. The closer their hands got to my dick, the harder I was getting. I wasn’t hiding it and they were loving it.
When I arrived home, I pulled myJeepinto the garage and then headed to my room to take a shower. I was tired and really needed to rub one out before my dick fell off. After lifting my T-shirt from my chest, the doorbell rang. I wanted to ignore it, but it rang again. I groaned as I left my room and went down the hall. This was probably Andy. He was already pissing me off and I hadn’t even met the guy. It was late in the evening and I knew it was Vegas—one of the cities that never slept, but seriously, he was an escort too. What if I was still on my date?
Before I reached the door, it rang again. “Jesus,” I barked. “I’m coming!” I swung the door open. “I heard you…” I stopped yelling. It wasn’t Andy, it was a woman—a fucking hot woman, and I was already horny as fuck.
“Are you going to let me in or are you going to leave me standing on the porch?”
