The gentleman reaches around behind me, “here you go.”
“Thank you so much, my mom bought these for me. I would have been devastated to have lost it. My names Honey. Please let me show you my appreciation with a drink on me.”
“I’d love to take a drink off of your body, but I didn’t know they sold body shots here.”
“We don’t. I meant I would buy you a drink.”
This isn’t going the way I had planned. Feeling slightly annoyed I decide to find a new target. Well that is the idea until I am stopped by a whisper in my ear, “you’re good Honey, and you almost had me going for a moment.”
Whipping my head around I am face to face once again with Parker Garrett. “Twice in one week are you stalking me Mr. Garrett. There are laws against that but I’m not sure they’d handle a restraining order by an employee who works in your establishment.” What did I just say to him? He must think I am an idiot.
“Maybe I really enjoy honey. I like the way it taste and feels when I slowly lick it.”
He did not just say that. Once again I find myself unable to say anything that is comprehendible.
**
Parker
I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t play Royce’s game. But he knows I know who she is and it’s a challenge I can’t refuse. He will know that I am the better man. He doesn’t deserve her…he was never worthy of Elizabeth and he took her away from me. It won’t happen again. I won’t lose another woman at his hands. She looks so much like her; I know this is the world’s way of giving me a second chance to be with her.
Chapter 4
Kingsley
I managed to walk away from Parker Garrett with a little bit of dignity, but I could feel his eyes on me the rest of the night. I don’t know what he’s up to but the thought that he could be pursuing me excites and terrifies me at the same time. I know what kind of man he is. Hell he is the most eligible bachelor in Las Vegas, there was even an article about him in one of those men’s’ magazines. He is the unattainable. Catching a man like him would be like capturing a mythical creature. I wonder what he could ever want with me besides a one night stand, if that even. But I would love to ride a unicorn.
Later that night I am getting ready to go home I have just stripped out of my costume. I haven’t even taken my mask off when Sug tells me that Tony is asking for me at the door. I slip my robe on covering my body. “Please come with me Honey.” He takes me by my arm and takes me to the service elevator located hint the back of the clubs storage room.
“Where are we going?” I am glad we are going through the service area instead of the lobby. I don’t think I’d look very appropriate in my attire, considering I am only wearing flip flops, a thong and my robe that barely covers my backside.
“But Frankie’s office is in the club.”
“I know,” is the only answer I get from him. When the elevator stops at our destination Tony doesn’t get off of the elevator with me.
“You are here.”
The elevator door closes before I can ask where here is. I am met by an elderly gentleman who reminds me of one of those old guys from a mustard commercial.
“Just this way miss.” He leads me down a long corridor. I have no idea where he is taking me. The walls are black and the floor is white. As I look for a door or a window I notice that all of the doors seem to blend right in with the paint. You wouldn’t notice they are even there in first passing of them.
“Mr. Garrett will be with you momentarily. I will let him know of your arrival.” The older man leaves me stand at the end of the hall, there’s not even a seating area. I’ve never been called into his office before, so I have no clue what he could want with me.
“Honey is it?” I nod in agreement. He places his arms behind his head, looking at me like he so high and mighty—the mighty king sitting on the throne of his mighty empire. I do have to admit he looks damn good doing it. Damn the man is fine. His hair is shaved short, practically bald, but you can tell he is a blonde. He has a nice tan and really fucking beautiful blue grey eyes. His slack jaw and angular nose are in perfect proportion. He looks like an underwear model. It really should be against the law for a man to be this wealthy and so damned hot. I am surprised the sprinklers don’t set off from the fire alarms while he is here.
“Honey,” he prompts snapping me out of my observing his hotness. I adjust my robe, making sure that I’m not flashing my tits at him. Not that I think he would mind all that much – he is known for being a ladies man and always getting his way.
“I’m a man of many talents.”
Did I just say that last part aloud? Am I destined to make an idiot out of myself every time I see this man?
“I asked you here to my office because I didn’t want you to feel that I targeted you personally with my investigation. Normally I would leave such matters to Frankie, but I wanted to handle the matter myself. There have been rumors that some of the girls who work alongside you have been giving favors for extra money on the side. Have you ever witnessed this for yourself?”
Now would be a great time throw Sasha under the bus, but that’s not how I operate. I don’t know if it’s her but sounds a lot like something she would do.
“No.” We sit in a comfortable silence for a moment when his phone rings.
“Excuse me this will only take a moment,” he leaves me sitting in his office alone giving me the perfect opportunity to check out my surroundings.
I begin to notice a pattern as I glance around. There are seven pillows on his small sofa, seven pens lying on his desk and seven paintings on the wall. It can’t just be because he owns the Lucky 7 Casino, can it? Parker isn’t pleased with whoever is on the other end of the phone. I can’t exactly make out what he is saying, but the words get rid of him are spoken, along with it’s costing me too much to let it slide this time. Wonder if it has anything to do with the club and Frankie slacking on the job? I can feel his presence in the room before he even announces himself to me.
“Your things Honey. I had Wellington bring them up from the club for you. May I escort you to your car?” He reaches my bag to me. How did he get in my locker?
“Sure, but do you mind if I change first? I don’t want to drive home in my panties.” He looks amused and licks his lips. The way his tongue darts out and over his kissable lips makes my nipples hard. I see him looking through my robe right at my pebbled areolas.
Parker shows me to his private bath that is located inside his office. “I won’t be long.” I hurriedly do a once over of the room. It is the fanciest bathroom that I have ever seen in an office, not that I have visited many. He has all the necessary accommodations. A shower, commode, sink and even a small closet containing spare clothing. I take my dress I was wearing earlier today and slip it on. I don’t even bother with a bra since I plan on getting in the shower as soon as I get home. I look down at my feet and I can’t rocks flip flops with this dress. I take my heels out of my bag. A girl has got to look good. I almost forget to remove my mask; I get so used to it being on my face. I touch up my makeup just a bit; I don’t want to walk out of here with my face all splotchy.
“Ready to go,” I join him in the corridor.
“Can I show you something first?”
“Sure as long as it’s not let me get you alone and tie you up and lock you in a closet something. I’m still not convinced you’re not stalking me.”
He gives me an incredulous look. “I’m kidding.” My hands automatically flash out in front of me in a defensive manner.
We step onto the elevator and we ride down one floor in silence. Parker leads the way until we reach a set of stairs. “There isn’t an elevator to where I am taking you. I didn’t take your choice of shoes into account.”
“It’s fine, my feet can handle it. I dance in heels taller than this.” We exit at a door that says roof access.
I wasn’t expecting such a beautiful view of the city lights. “I love the view up here. It is truly breath takin
g Parker. Thank you for showing me”
“You are most welcome. Can I call you Kingsley?”
“I would prefer it; Honey is to throw off the stalkers and weirdoes.”
We stand together enamored by the busy city that is below us. Everyone looks like ants scurrying along the strip. “I guess you’d like to get home and off your feet.” He leads me back down the stairs into the elevator. We ride down four floors and walk down two halls before getting on another elevator. My feet are feeling pretty achy by the time we reach our destination in the parking garage. The lights are a lot dimmer than normal. It gives me goose bumps. I know I have nothing to be creeped out by. I am being escorted to my car on the top floor of the garage by Parker. I always park on the top; there are hardly ever any cars up here by the time I leave. It always makes me feel safe that there isn’t a lunatic hiding behind a car waiting for the right moment to grab me.
I don’t even notice that his yellow corvette is parked right next my jeep until I am at my driver’s side door. I am thankful that he still hasn’t placed me as being the girl with the guys who dented in his car.
“Can I ask you something funny Parker?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“What do you think of the nickname women have for you?” I don’t know why I am so curious to hear his response to my question. Nor can I believe that really just came out of my mouth.
“Which one? I’ve been called many things, but if you are referring to PG—Pussy Getter. I don’t like it all. It makes me seem like someone who is clearly only interested in one thing. That’s just not the case. I just haven’t found a woman who can hold my attention very long.” But the way his eyes look when he talks leads me to think otherwise they almost match the sadness Royce’s eyes have held when he would talk to me about Elizabeth.
He pulls me towards him, “Can you hold my attention?” Parker traces my jaw with his finger.
“I’m a woman of many talents,” I throw his words from earlier back at him.
“Touché. Touché.”
**
Parker
I should have told her the truth. I planned to tell her on the roof just now but I couldn’t do it. I am afraid if I tell her she will walk away from me without turning back. And she will run back to him, he can’t win. I’m the better man. I can make her happy. She makes me laugh. I miss laughing. She likes me I can tell.
Chapter 5
Kingsley
“Why are you obsessed with the number seven?” Parker has my back pressed down on the hood of his car.
He bends down holding his mouth so close to mine that I can feel his lips graze mine as he speaks.
“For one it’s my lucky number, two it’s the number of positions I’m going to have you in. And third most importantly it is the number of times I am going to get you off.” He pulls me off the car and back to standing toe to toe with him. “Now turn your fine ass around so I can work on that zipper.”
My legs are trembling with goose bumps and excitement. I can’t believe this is really happening. That I Kingsley, am here in this moment with Parker Garrett of all people. Taking my time I slowly turn my back to him.
“Place your palms flat on the hood of the car.”
I do as he instructs me. As I bend forward he places a knee between my legs and spreads them apart. His mouth is against my ear as he whispers hoarsely, “Are you sure about this Kingsley?”
I can’t find my voice so I moan lightly and he slowly undoes the zipper of my strapless dress. Trailing kisses down my back as he slides my dress down to my ankles he grips my hips hard. His hands are large but smooth. Parker works his way up to the front of my torso and squeezes my left breast.
“Have you ever been fucked good and hard because I’m about to fuck you like an animal.” He growls as he bites the sensitive skin between my neck and my shoulder. In one swift motion my panties are ripped from my body. The cool air against my skin is the only indication that I was ever wearing any. I am thankful that he can’t see my face right now. It’s hard telling the contorted expression my face is making in pleasure right now. My hips instinctively roll into his crotch, and my back arches in response to his finger as it massages my clit. “Do you like it rough?”
He pinches my nipple with his free hand as I pant, “yes.” When did his pants come off?
Parker takes a moment to roll a condom on and in one hard thrust he is inside me. I am in a daze of ecstasy as we get lost in each other. His hands are everywhere at once— fondling, pinching, caressing and pleasuring every nerve in my body. I feel like I am about to shatter into a million pieces with every thrust. I ride the wave of carnal pleasure that passes through me. I swear I just had a triple orgasm. How can one man make my body feel like I am with three people at once as he and only he fucks me senseless?
Parker continues to pound into me harder and harder. He pulls out and turns me around so that I am now lying flat on my back across the hood of his vette. “Kingsley no heels on the car.” He licks his way down each of my calves as he removes my stilettos. I study him as he continues to lick and nip his way back up to me. He is so damn gorgeous. His muscles look like they are carved from stone. I never thought he would be the tattoo type. There is a flock of birds taking flight from his left side to under his ribs on the same side of his chest.
I am caught off guard when his tongue slithers inside me, as he sucks and fingers my pussy. “You taste like a dream and fuck like a goddess.”
I pull him to my mouth and lick his lips. Tasting me on his juicy lips is such a turn on. His eyes are on fire and they are burning straight through me. This is the most erotic experience I have ever had. Parker Garrett has me saying Royce who?
“I am going to eat you alive Kingsley.” He murmurs as his mouth closes over my clit. My hips buck and I press my hands down on the back of his head, sending his tongue deeper inside my pussy. I lie back against the cold metal of the car and gaze lazily all around. We are on the top floor of the parking garage it feels like we are completely alone without another soul for miles. I could stay right here with this fucking delectable hunk forever.
I find myself at a sideways angle as Parker grips my right knee bending it over the crook of his arm. I bend my left leg out and flatten it against the car. It hurts at first to be in such an awkward position, my leg muscles are burning.
My nails rake down his back as he slams into me bringing me over the edge beyond reason— I can’t believe that this is real. Parker’s body begins to jerk and twitch as he too dives over the edge of the cliff and collapses on top of me. He bites down on my nipple as his muscles are still convulsing. A growl of satisfaction leaves his lips.
“That wasn’t seven positions,” I pinch his ass trying to get his weight off of me.
“The night isn’t over yet.”
“No, but I am exhausted to be quite honest.”
“Another time then?” He looks down at me with hope that I will say yes.
I’m not sure what to say, he is my boss this is wrong for so many reasons. I’m not even sure I can drive myself home after this. But life is short and I’d be crazy to say no.
“Yes, definitely yes.”
“Fuck,” he grumbles with frustration.
“Are you okay,” I look over at him wondering what could’ve upset him.
“I hate to tell you this but um the condom broke. Are you on the pill?”
“Yeah I get the shot, um are you ya know clean?”
“Yeah, I get tested regularly. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Good I’ll be in touch soon.” Parker waits until I am fully dressed and securely in my car before he gets into his own and takes off.
Once his taillights are out of sight I begin bouncing in my seat. That was the most amazing sex in the history of sex everywhere. How can I ever want another man after tonight? He said he would be in touch, but what does that even mean? We didn’t even exchange numbers. I am sure he probably already knows
it, hell he already knew my real name. Besides it is his company I work for so it wouldn’t have been hard for him to pull my employee file I am sure. But why would he call me, I just gave him the one thing he probably wanted from me anyway. What if he fires me? What if he thinks I’m just a whore who goes around sleeping with just any Tom Dick or Harry? Why do I have to complicate things further by over thinking it…ugh?
After composing myself enough to drive home I hope that Kline is either already in bed or not home. I can’t deal with our awesome twin powers tonight. If he picks up on my mood he will ask me a gazillion question that I don’t want to think about. I could blame it on my Royce encounter but I don’t know how I feel about that situation either. And I am sure Kline will be non o pleased to hear that I am even thinking of starting up with Royce again.
All the lights are off once I get inside the door of the apartment. There aren’t any keys on the kitchen counter but my own. I didn’t see Kline’s truck in the lot either. Good it appears that I will be able to bathe and go to sleep.
**
“What the serious fuck Kingsley!” I awake to the ranting of one very pissed off bother.
“It’s too early for this shit Kline, go away.” I roll over and face the opposite direction from where he is standing. I don’t even have to look at him to know that he is standing by my bed with his fist clinched with his mouth curled up in a snarl.
“When were you planning to tell me you were back with Royce, fucking Royce, Kings? What in the hell are you thinking. Are you really going to marry that tool?”
“What? I bumped into him yesterday. And A you have no right to judge me when you jump anytime Charlie cries. And B I don’t know what in the hell you are talking about. Married… me to Royce. Are you crazy?”
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