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Book: Sizzle Read Free
Author: Holly S. Roberts
Tags: General Fiction
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be. Right now, I don’t have time for a long trip into the desert, and that’s best done at night in any case. Ramon is getting a semi-proper burial, and it’s much more than the shitbag deserves. He was hired to kidnap Madison. I will say this for Danita—the bitch holds a grudge.
    I help Rack lift Ramon’s body from the trunk. Rack operates the backhoe I had delivered yesterday after running down Ramon. I keep my eyes peeled in case someone enters the abandoned construction site. It takes thirty minutes and we’re out. After the car is moving again, I call Madison’s office.
    “Elegant Escorts, how may I help you?” a sexy voice answers. Reanna sounds nothing like she looks. She weighs about three hundred pounds, but her voice is pure wet dream material. She’s also very good with matching men to the perfect lady. Even so, I prefer to go through Madison because it irks her, and right now I need a little cheer in my day.
    “This is Gomez. Would you please connect me with Madison?”
    “Yes, Mr. Gomez. One moment,” she replies dripping sensuality.
    It’s about twenty seconds before Madison answers. “Mak here.”
    “Hi, Mad, how’s it hangin’?”
    Her irritated sigh heightens the smile on my face. “Mad is worse than Madison and you know it. I need to start calling you Gom.”
    “You know I won’t call you Mak, so get over yourself,” I tease. Mak is a badass name for a badass woman who’s an ex-cop. I won’t deny that Kick-ass should be her middle name. Pushing her buttons is too much fun, though. “I’m cutting your tantrum short, sweet cheeks. I’m heading to the Lincoln and I’d like you to arrange some company.”
    She doesn’t hesitate. “The other matter is settled, then?”
    She’s asking about the tail and knows there’s always a chance her business phones are tapped. She’ll need to talk to Moon in person for details, but I can at least answer this part. “Yea, but nothing has changed’ we’re still on alert.”
    “Okay.” She doesn’t speak for a minute and I’m wondering what else she wants to ask. “I have a new hire and I’m not sure about her. I need some inside feedback. Would you do this one as a favor?”
    The last thing I need when I’m in my current mood is a newbie, but it doesn’t change my answer. “Sure, Mad, anything for my little sister.”
    She laughs. “You’re a cad and you know damn good and well your sister would kill you if she knew what you were asking for.”
    I ignore most of her comment. “I believe you used the word ‘cad.’ You’re not reading Thomas Harding again are you?”
    Her laugh rings even louder in my ear. “Literary thugs should be against the law.”
    “No worries, I made that up. Never read Harding in my life.” I actually tried to but thought him quite boring. “I need you to hurry with my request if you get my drift. We’re pulling into the Lincoln parking lot right now.”
    “One hour,” she tells me.
    We end the conversation, and I step out of the Caddy and make my way to the front desk with a small overnight bag. I take a suite for the night, though I’ll only be staying until my dick and balls are sucked. That’s what I prefer from an escort. I pay them good money to choke on my cock.

Chapter Two

    Celina
    I’M A NERVOUS WRECK and my palms are sweaty. That should go over quite well with a client. Not! Madison Moon, or Mak, as she prefers to be called, saw through my bravado. I left the interview at Elegant Escorts with little hope that I’d land the job. It shows how far my life has sunk into a steaming pile of manure that I cried when she called and asked me when I could start. I need this job desperately, and now I’m on my way to my first experience as a paid whore.
    I’m dressed in a conservative business suit with a black pencil skirt that goes to my knees. The cut of the jacket is tailored to my shape; it’s the same one I wore to the job interview a few days ago. It’s also the only suit I own. I

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