Page 156 of Hot Mess
“I’ve got plants!” I announced, like it was the most exciting thing that could ever happen, and started digging them out, setting them on his counter in a line. There were four of them, each in a black pot. “Where should we put them…?”
Then I busied myself with finding new homes for his cacti, and after that, organizing the last of his closet stuff into the bins.
I’d thrown in the organizing service for free, but I hadn’t actually told him that. I didn’t plan to. I really didn’t mind doing it.
Honestly, I would’ve come hang out at his place and organize his socks and towels and stuff for free any day. I liked decorating and organizing, and he was definitely my favorite client, ever.
He was my unicorn, after all.
Ashley waited, patiently, while I finished my work.
The exact second I was done, he took me by the hand and said in a low voice, “Work time’s over. Play time starts now.”
Then he yanked me toward the door.
His hand was on the doorknob when he suddenly stopped. I almost bumped into him. He swiped his hand over his face, turned to me, muttered, “Fuck it,” and kissed me.
Hard.
Just like he had last night, he thrust his pierced tongue into my mouth… and heat flashed through me. The butterflies flitted to life.
But this time, I was a little more prepared for it.
I mean, I’d expected him to kiss me at some point tonight.
I’d even brought condoms in my purse.
Lotsof condoms.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him right back, with all the hunger and passion I’d been dying to unleash on him for weeks now…
To hell with taking it slow.
His arms went around my waist and he crushed me against him. Then he started walking me backward, toward his bedroom, while we made out.
I went along, eagerly.
Maybe it would’ve been nice to go out on a real date… but to hell with that, too.
He wasn’t really my client anymore, so no guilt there. He hadn’t even been billed for my services yet, but whatever.
My sister had officially given me her blessing to hook up with him, and I knew she wasn’t into him, so no guilt there either.
He’d been trying to get with me for a while now, and I was tired of playing it careful. There was nothing to make me hesitate anymore.
I wanted him, and he wanted me.
Why wait?
By the time we got to the bed, my lips were bruised and I was desperate to get his clothes off. Not only was it time for us to do this, but it was time for me to release the damn brakes and make a move. Let him know how badly I wanted him.
I’d only been fantasizing about this moment for weeks.
By now, I had vivid, detailed ideas about all the delicious things I wanted to do to him and his dick… over and over again. So I was gonna do them. Tonight.
I was going to fuck him.
In fact, I was pretty damn determined to give Ashley Player the ride of his fucking life tonight. I realized he was a rock star and a player and all, so that was probably a tall order.
