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“It’s Vegas. How could you not?” I gave a nervous laugh.
She laughed, too. “You still haven’t seen the half of it. You’re going to be a fun cherry to pop. Let’s not beat around the bush here…”
“Andi. And you are?”
“Jasmine.” She reached out her hand and we shook like we were having a business meeting. Maybe we were. “Listen, Andi, what if I told you I could triple what you make on one of your pathetic, boring dates?”
I laughed, my eyebrows scrunching. “Who said my dates are boring? I just had a great time at the craps table.”
“Oh come on, Andi. I know girls like you. Every girl wants a little more…fun. Besides, you’re missing the bigger picture here. I’m talking about a very comfortable income, plus some extracurricularactivities. Listen, before you say anything,” she continued, “I’ve spoken with my boss about you. Someone with your… innocence could bebeneficial.” Her gaze roamed my bare legs and I felt violated. “Here’s my card. When you’re ready for a little more excitement, you know how to reach me.”
I reached for her card and our fingers brushed. Hers lingered, and I wanted to pull mine away, but didn’t. I kept them there as long as she wanted because I was playing the part of Andi, not Joss.
“How do you know I’m innocent?” I asked, biting my lip.
Her free hand reached down and rested on my bare thigh. “Honey, I’ve been in this business long enough. I know them when I see them.”
“How many other girls are there?”
“There’s enough, but we always want more. Especially ones like you.” She stood. “Think about it, Andi. You have my card.”
“Wait! I want to meet the others so I can think about it more.” I didn’t have time to think about it. This was it. I needed to get in with Jasmine, meet more girls, find out who Martinez was. There was a reason Leah and Nina had told me to stay away, and if my hunch was right, it was the reason I came to Vegas.
“I knew you’d be perfect. Meet us at PT’s on E. Tropicana. Wednesday night at ten.” With that, she left.
I stood and handed the valet attendant my claim ticket. I needed this lead to work or I’d be back to square one.
Chapter Fourteen
Paul
The entire time I was on my date, I was thinking about Andi on her date. It wasn’t because I couldn’t trust her. It was because I was thinking about her blowing… blowingmeto be more specific.
We’d been seeing each other for a week and all we’d done was kiss. There was nothing wrong with that, but let’s be real… I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her so fucking hard. I wanted to be buried so deep inside her that she was screaming my name and the neighbors were questioning if they should call for help.
It had been weeks—hell, I think it was going on months since I’d last gotten laid, and I was aching. My hand wasn’t doing the job anymore, and the more Andi strutted around in her short dresses and braless morning T-shirts, the more I was starting to lose it. I was trying not to show it when I was with her, but when I was alone in my bed at night, I worked myself good. I wanted Andi to work me, though. I wanted her hand, her mouth, her pussy—I wanted her to pleasure me, not my hand.
Andi wasn’t home from her date when I got home from mine, so I went to shower. When I came out, she was in her shower and I was half-tempted to join her but decided against it. Instead, I went to the living room and waited for her to finish. When she came out—braless—my eyes drifted to her chest then to her eyes.
“Gorgeous,” I greeted her.
“Sugar lips.” She laughed.
I motioned for her to come cuddle with me on the couch and she did, but not before kissing me.
“Did you win?”
“Well, not me, but my client did.”
“That’s what I meant.” I wrapped her in my arms so she was lying in front of me as I spooned her from behind.
“Can we talk about it in the morning? I’m exhausted.” She sighed as she got comfortable against me.
I kissed her bare shoulder that was exposed from her tank top. “Yeah, gorgeous, we can.”
“Can we also do something different tonight?”
My ears perked up… and so did my dick. “What’s that?”
