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CHAPTERONE
BEN
“Why do you look so tired?” Vikki asks, leaning over the reception counter and eyeing me with severity. Those light blue eyes miss nothing. For being an old lady, she sure has keen eyesight. Like a hawk in search of a meal. But she’s not wrong. I am tired. I work a lot to help offset the cost of college. My dad is helping me, but he can’t be expected to pay for it all. That’s why I have this job at the senior living facility and the one at my dad’s automotive shop where he and his two best friends build and refurbish old cars and motorcycles.
I mean, that job is a no-brainer. All that mechanic eye-candy can’t go ignored.
“I’m not tired,” I say, biting back a yawn. If she only knewwhyI was almost nodding off on the job, she would riot. She’d honestly probably get a kick out of it. She and Martha are the biggest perverts. And don’t get me started on their new friend Norma. She’s secretly the biggest nympho on the planet.
I shudder thinking of them having sex but then feel bad. No one can be a bigger slut than me.
You’ll see.
“You look like you’ve just gotten out of a sex marathon,” Martha says behind me, making me jump. “That’s what Vikki was trying to say. You look oversexed.”
“I don’t think that’s a thing,” I say, and Vikki cackles, as does Norma who appears at her side.
“I don’t think so either, dear. There is no such thing.”
I smile at her and then shoo the three of them away. They ignore me, but they do eventually amble off out of the lobby, whispering to each other. And by whisper, I mean they’re shouting their theories about me to one another. Everyone in the room can hear what they’re saying, and I sigh, staring down at my phone and seeing the missed texts from two men.
Two men who are utterly exhausting me and yet, I can’t stay away.
I should, but I can’t. I fucking can’t.
Quickly, I type back a response and then smile widely at the young woman who enters the building. Bethany. She comes to visit her grandmother regularly, and we’re on a first-name basis.
“How are you managing the Wild West in here?”
“Oh god, your grandma is the culprit. You know that right? She tried sneaking out of here this morning.”
Bethany rolls her eyes. “God, where was she going?”
“Said she was going to try out for a burlesque show in Vegas.”
“Oh lord, no. She cannot do that with her back and ankles. But I swear, she has these ideas in her head, and I can’t convince her otherwise.”
I smile widely at her, and she smiles back.
“I’ll have a talk with her. Don’t worry. Though it won’t help at all though, and next week she will be trying to escape again.”
“God help us all,” I say, and she laughs, throwing me a wave before disappearing down the hallway.
I watch her go and my mind turns back to those two men who are waiting for my response. If anyone knew what I was doing in my free time, they’d kick me to the curb. They’d disown me. I’d be the sexual pariah.
Quiet little Ben who works at a senior home with the old men and women, who bakes snacks on the weekends for his friends, who helps his dad mow the lawn when he can…
Sweet, helpful little Ben who is so kind and thoughtful.
If they only knew. If they only knew what I did behind closed doors.
I press my fists into my tired eyes and sigh.
Not like I have any intention of stopping.
No siree. Not a chance in hell.
I won’t stop until they make me.
