Nights With Parker Read Free

to be bothered with any more of his nonsense. If this job didn’t keep me in the lifestyle I’m accustomed to, I would have left a long time ago. Working the family business is more than just a birthright, it’s an expectation. My father wouldn’t accept it any other way, and for some fucking reason, I still care about my family.
    “Here you are.” Riley reappears, placing a napkin then my drink on the table. “Your food will be out shortly.”
    “Riley?” I call before she has a chance to retreat.
    “Yes, sir?” She looks me dead in the eyes; her posture is firm, and her shoulders squared. She’s used the time away from me to re-up her defenses.
    “What does one do for fun in Savannah?”
    She lets out an audible sigh, relaxing just a little before responding.
    “Well, there’s a ton of museums you can check out, and you can take a walking or a trolley tour through the historic district.” Her blue eyes glimmer in the dimly lit space, and I imagine what they look like in the moments before she comes. I imagine her mouth involuntarily opening mid gasp as I slam my cock into her. I imagine a throaty cry when I pull out and thrust back in. This is where my mind goes; all the while, she stands there looking the picture of virginal innocence.
    “I just got into town a few hours ago. Would you have any interest in perhaps giving me a tour?” And a ride.
    She looks at me as though she can read my thoughts. She knows I’d like to fuck her until she sees God, and she wants no part of that kind of spiritual awakening.
    “I don’t make it a habit of going out with people I don’t know.”
    “Then how do you ever get to know anybody?” I retort with my best flirtatious grin.
    “I’m going to go check on your food.” She’s gone before I can utter another word. Before, she was just a pretty girl I could see myself fucking … but now, she’s become a challenge. One way or another, this is going to end with her mouth wrapped around my cock.
    I let her keep her careful distance when she delivers my dinner, watching her through the corner of my eye as she checks on her other tables, and give her the polite “good, thank you,” when she asks how my meal is.
    “I’ll take this whenever you’re ready,” she says, placing the check on the table after having cleared my plate and asking if I had room for dessert.
    “I’m ready now.” I pull my wallet out, grab the first credit card I see, and hand it to her. When she comes back with my receipt, she gives me a forced smile.
    “You have a wonderful evening.”
    “Do you work again tomorrow, Riley?”
    Her hesitation is cute, but it only makes me want her more.
    “Yes.”
    “What time?”
    She debates whether to answer me because she can’t tell which way the conversation will go. It takes a second, but she finally speaks.
    “The dinner shift.”
    “Wonderful,” I say, pushing my chair back and rising to my feet. The contrast in our height is significant; the way I tower over her gives me a sense of power. “I have a meeting in the morning, but if you’d be interested, I’d be more than happy to pay you to be my tour guide.”
    Her eyes grow wide with surprise and confusion. “I’m sorry; I don’t think I can do that.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I’m not a tour guide,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders. “Actual tour guides would do a much better job than I would.”
    “Likely so,” I agree with a smile. “But I want you.”
    “Why?” she asks, shifting her weight in a sign of annoyance.
    “Because I’d like to see some of the sights, and I’d very much enjoy the company of a beautiful woman when I do it.”
    “Look …”
    “Oliver,” I interject, trying to make this more personal by extending my name.
    “Oliver, I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
    “Why not? We know each other now. We’re on a first-name basis.” She smiles, and I know she’s wavering, but I decide to sweeten the pot and make it more about