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She furrowed her brow. “No escorts by that name, and the other woman who owns the agency is Marie Russo.”
Nick drew in a deep breath. Samson was right, the tequila must’ve been fuckin’ with his brain.
She stepped closer then yanked her skimpy mini skirt over her hips until it pooled around her four-inch stilettos. “Josh might play a tough guy in the movies but you’re the real deal.”
“Un-fucking-believable.” Right above her well-manicured Brazilian were the words “Easy Money” tattooed in gothic letters.
Putting her hands on her hips, she thrust forward and preened. “You like?” She slithered closer and slid her hand over his zipper.
He closed his palm over hers until she had no choice but to grip his dick.
“Mmmm, just like I thought. Much bigger than Mister Mega Movie Star.”
“This ain’t some Hollywood set and nobody’s gonna yell cut if shit gets too real,” Nick warned. She started this game, so let’s see if she could finish it.
“Believe me, this is much better than being with that jerk-off even if I am getting paid to entertain him.”
She bent from the waist, presenting him with the perfect curve of her ass as she fumbled around with her skirt. When she straightened, she held up a little glassine bag filled with fine white powder. “Let’s get this party started.”
His raised brow must’ve made her curious.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never done it?”
“I’ve done it.” The few times he indulged back in the day, it made his eyes water, his skin itchy, and he didn’t sleep for two days. After that, he decided that shit wasn’t for him.
“But I bet you’ve never done it this way.” Miss Hollywood pinched the bag open, then sprinkled its contents over her perfect, pink nipples.
He had to admit it was tempting. Hitting some coke and getting balls deep in random snatch would scramble his mind until nothing mattered. Until his desperate emotions and thoughts of Cheryl faded to an insignificant memory. Drown himself in some nameless sex until this hellish day was over for another year. She arched her back and when she thrust her sugar-coated nipples in his face, he licked his lips.
She cupped the undersides of her tits and offered them up like the sweetest fruit. “C’mon you know you want to.”
The door slammed open and Samson entered the office. “What the hell are you doin’ now?” he barked as he crossed the room.
Without missing a beat, Miss Hollywood proudly displayed every naked inch of her sleek, tanned, well-toned body.
Samson zeroed in on her tat. “Great advertisement, sweetheart, but the party’s over.”
“Are you sure?” She popped her hip, then stuck out her bottom lip in a perfect pout examining Samson from head to toe. “I’m not against a threesome.”
“C’mon, let’s go.” Samson pointed to the door. “Out.”
She shimmied into her top and skirt unfazed by Samson’s order. “Come visit me in L.A. sometime.” She winked and blew them both a kiss.
After Samson closed the door behind her, he stalked back into the room and swiped his fingers over the desk. “So?” He held up his fingertips covered in white powder. “This is what you’re doing now?”
“I didn’t do shit.”
“Only cause I interrupted you,” Samson snapped.
“Why you acting like a dick? You know I haven’t done that shit for years.”
“Maybe ‘cause I’m tired of saving your drunk ass tonight. First, you’re hitting on the staff, then you start a fight in the VIP with Josh Turner, and now I find you in here shoving coke up your nose while trying to bang his girlfriend.” Samson brushed the coke off his fingers. “Taking care of you is becoming a full-time job.”
“First of all I didn’t do any blow, and she wasn’t his girlfriend. She was paid to be with that asshole.” Nick rubbed his temple. “But if I had fucked her it would’ve been much better than getting it from that limp dick, Turner.”
“Agreed, but he’s one punk we can’t afford to piss off.”
“Fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all,” Nick slurred and lurched toward the door.
