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Prologue
The heavy beat of the bass being expelled from the club’s sound system pulsates through my body as my girls and I roll our gyrating hips against each other in time with 50 Cents hit-In Da Club. The club is packed to the brim with slick, sweaty bodies, causing a heavy scent of sex to form and hang in the air above the withering crowd. We’ve had a hell of a time tonight while celebrating my promotion. I finally got the head chair at Envy Salon that I have been coveting for years. It may not be a glamorous promotion for some, but it is for me, because it’s the best thing that I’ve had happen to me in a while. I deserve this celebration.
As I pull away from my girls, I start to dance in a slow circle of my own, while roaming my eyes around the barely lit club and watching the others express themselves with their bodies. Slowly swaying my hips back and forth to the hypnotic beat, I bend forward and smoothly execute the perfect body roll, feeling sexy while my long blonde hair flows down my back. I lean my head back and raise my arms above my head while continuing to dance in my own little world.
Tonight I decided to wear black stilettos and a sleek black V-neck dress that shows off my creamy pale skin, highlighting my best curves, and giving a small hint of what lies beneath. It drives all the boys crazy-at least that’s what I’ve been told.
A small trickle of sweat makes its way from the base of my neck down to the small of my back, so I decide that it’s time to take a break, and slowly weave my way through the mass of entwined bodies and make my way over to the bar for a drink.
I never have to bring my credit card or cash when I go out, because I always have drinks offered to me from men who are appreciative of what they see. Not to sound cocky or anything, but I look damn good and I regularly use it to my advantage at the club, because alcohol isn’t cheap! Most of the time, I let them think that they actually have a chance at getting a night alone with me, but in reality, there is no way in hell they’ll be getting anywhere near my panties.
Finally making it to the bar top, I smile at the bartender and lean onto the counter. Being that it’s a busy night, I already know that I have plenty of time to work my way in to a free drink, so I turn around and lean my back on to the bar top and watch the antics that are going on out on the dance floor. A few minutes later, I decide to turn back around to see what the bartender situation is, when I see a man standing off in the corner of the bar surrounded by a group of what looks to be his friends. I move my eyes over his fit physique and am shocked to meet his gaze as my eyes finally make their way up to his face. He’s boldly staring back at me; looking, as if he wants to eat me up. Damn. Who is that gorgeous man? I’ve never seen him here before.
His skin is the color of milk chocolate and from what I can see of his body, there isn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on it. Holy… shit. His broad shoulders, shaved head, and pitch black eyes give me a dark feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s obvious that this man is beautiful, but something tells me that he also has a bad boy side to him that he keeps under wraps. Basically, he’s just my type. My shameless ogling comes to a halt as I watch him say something to his friends, then prowl towards my spot at the bar. My heart picks up its rhythm as I watch him carefully move through the jam packed bar, and before I know it, he’s standing in front of me with a touch of swag in his stance.
“I’ve been watching you all night.”
“Oh yeah?” I purr, as I push my body against his.
“Did you see anything you liked?” I ask while moving my hands to the lapels of his shirt and tugging him even closer to my body.
“With the way you move, girl…you know damn well I liked what I saw.” He tells me as he bends down and moves his mouth dangerously close to my lips.
“Why don’t you dance with me, and maybe I’ll let you buy me a drink.” I whisper along his thick lips, before I take his hand and turn us around to face the dance floor.
“Alright, but I’ll make sure you get more than a drink from me, beautiful,” he whispers in to my ear as we make our way to the center of crowd.
His words send a shiver through my spine, and heat begins to radiate between my legs. Oh my god! I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that I wanted to have sex with as bad as I do this man, right now. We finally make our way to an opening on the floor as the first beat ofYour Love Is My Drugby Ke$ha begins to flow through the air.
Circling my arms around the man’s neck, I realize that I never even asked him for his name.
“Excuse me for being rude, I forgot to ask you what your name was before I dragged you out here. I’m Rylie.” I say into his ear, hoping that he can make my words out as the loud beat begins to pick up and vibrate throughout the entire club.
“Caleb,” is all he says before slowly turning me around and pressing my backside along his front. We spend the rest of the night in that position, and with every rub of his hand along the inside of my hip, I get even more excited about what’s going to happen tonight when I take him home.
Around two in the morning, we make our way back to my apartment in a mad rush of gropes and tongues. I can’t wait to have this man inside of me. I want to watch those smooth, thick muscles work my body into a frenzy. It’s all I can do to pull away from him long enough to unlock the deadbolt to the door of my apartment.
Finally when we’re inside, I all but throw myself on top him and begin to tug on his clothes. I’m apparently going to be the aggressor tonight because Caleb breathlessly pulls away from my mouth and places his forehead on mine while holding my wrists in his grasp.
“Wait,” he says through a shuddering breath, “I want to get to know you.”
What the fuck?How about no! Naturally, I’d pick the only man with a conscious to bring home. Way to go, Rylie.
“Um okay? This is weird,” I respond with a laugh and to try to hide my frustration.
“Trust me. When we finally get together, the wait will have been worth it,” he says as he touches my face and smiles. “Let’s get to know each other first, beautiful.”
“Alright,” I laugh at his comment and try to figure out, in my head, how I’m going to get this creeper out of my apartment, but if he wants to talk, let’s talk. Maybe when he hears about how fucked up my life has been, he’ll bail on his own accord.
I lead him to my couch and we sit down. He ends up telling me about his life, before asking me any questions about mine, and for some reason, I tell him everything. He laughs when he finds out how sexually frustrated I was feeling earlier, but promises me that he’d do all sorts of wonderful things to my body when we finally get down to business. To my surprise, he makes me comfortable. You know that saying, love at first sight? I think it may be true, because looking at him now, as he walks from my building to his car, I realize that I’m starting to feel something deep for him. I love how he made me feel tonight. It was nice to be able to open myself up to someone and not have them judge me about my past.
Maybe this man will be good for me…
Chapter 1
After working a twelve hour shift at Envy Salon, I finally come home. I love my job because it’s easy and I get to meet really nice people, but there are days that after work, all I want to do is sleep. I’m usually on my feet for six hours straight, at least. It really depends on how long each client takes, and if they are back to back. Sometimes, I only get a five minute break.
As soon asI walk in the door, I kick off my black flats, throw my long blonde hair in a ponytail, and get a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Opening the cap, I bring the bottle to my lips, and take a long drag of cool water. It feels good going down my throat, before settling into my belly. After I’ve had my fill, I place the bottle on the counter and look around the house. Something feels off. There’s a weird feeling crackling in the air.
