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Is it possible for her to mix pleasure and work? Can she keep her focus, do the job she was hired to do, keep her reputation intact and have the best sex of her life? Doubtful but, who knows, it’d be killer trying to find out…
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
Lipstick lush.
That wasn’t the brand name or the color of my lipstick, that was me. Bellied up to a bar at noon on a Wednesday, empty martini glass in front of me.
“Vodka, painfully dry, exceptionally dirty,” I said to the young man who was behind the bar when I walked in that afternoon. “I mean dry, handsome, there should be dust on the olive.” He laughed. I didn’t. He was gorgeous, built and he could pour a martini. “You keep making them just like this, keep them flowing and I may take you out back and fuck you within an inch of your life,” I told him when I had emptied number two.
“I get off at 7,” he said and placed number three down in front of me. I liked that.
I guess at this point, a dutiful narrator would say something like; “Let’s go back to the beginning…” and then unfurl a tapestry woven with the fabric of why I am here, what brought me to this, how did it all get so bad. Trouble is, I’m not a let’s go back to the past…
