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I stare at the card some more, but he doesn’t give me a chance to respond. Instead, the gorgeous athlete strolls over to his Audi and gets in before rumbling away, leaving me sitting in my car still utterly confused.
What just happened? What does “service” mean? Honestly, I don’t mind doing some housework for free. That stuff comes second nature to me, and I’m kind of a clean freak myself. It’ll all be cleared up this evening, I suppose.
With a long, shuddering sigh, I drop the card on my passenger seat and search for my phone. My old Honda doesn’t have a working clock so I need my phone to see what time it is, and finally, I locate the damned thing under the front passenger seat. It’s already a little after four. Shit. That doesn’t give me much time before I have to arrive at Talon’s house, and I still have no idea what he expects. Am I supposed to shower and change first? I probably should because no one wants someone dirty cooking their food. Then again, if I’m cleaning his house then maybe I should stay in my soiled workout clothes because I’m just going to get dirty again.
With another sigh, I enter his address into my map app and find that Talon only lives about ten minutes from me. Okay, that’s good. I’ll be able to get ready quickly and still be on time because I’ve decided that a shower is definitely in the works. It’s just too gross to walk around in stinking gym clothes.
With that, I start my car and pull out of the parking lot, but my mind is still whirling all over the universe. Who knows what Talon has planned? Hell, who knows what Talon might do if I’m late? I’m already in hot water with the MMA fighter, and as much as I want to see him again, I don’t want to be punished by him for any alleged infractions. God, this could be really bad.
But then again, what if Talon is just messing with me, and he still plans on telling my boss or calling the police? Tears pool in my eyes again. Being a celebrity photographer isn’t my dream job, but it pays the bills, and if I leave my position on bad terms, I’ll never get another chance. It’s a small world and everyone knows everybody in the photography realm. My manager would probably spread the word that I’m a mess, and then I’d never get hired for another gig.
But why oh why did I follow Talon in the locker room? What was I thinking? I have better judgment than that, but now look at the hot water I’m in. Call it a momentary brain freeze, but I’m certainly paying the price now.
My face flushes suddenly. OMG, does Talon know that I touched myself while I was watching him climax? Does he know that I loved seeing him hot and naked, with his seed splattering against the wall? That’s too embarrassing to even think about.
Of course, I should delete the naked photos I took of Talon. Not just from my phone, but from the cloud too because every picture I take is automatically backed up just in case. But if I delete them, I’ll never be able to view them myself again. It’s a loss because I haven’t had much luck on the dating scene these days and the gorgeous man puts any Playgirl model to shame. He’s just as big, not to mention ten times more virile. I’ve seen the proof and it’s fantastic.
Heat flushes through my body. What harm would it do for me to keep a couple pictures for my personal collection? No one would know, right? A small smile comes over my face as I drive. After all, I’m sure after I “service” Talon tonight, we’ll never speak again, and it won’t matter.
That’s yet another reason for me to keep the photos. If I’m never going to see the real guy in-person again, at least I’ll have some pictures to keep me company during my long, solitary nights in bed. It’s not even close to the same thing, but it’ll do.
With that, I pull into the driveway of my apartment complex before heading inside for a quick shower. The water beats down on my head and shoulders, and I think over the scenario again. I have no idea what’s coming my way, but one thing is certain: I’m a survivor and I have to make the best of this bad situation. Whatever Talon wants, I need to give it to him so I can move on with my life and career. But what if there’s no quick resolution? What if he wants me to pay on my hands and knees, over and over again?
4
Torment
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