Filthy Dirty Laundry (Filthy Dirty Laundry #1) by Kailin Gow Page A

into
the phone. “I need you to pick me up...now.”
              “Are you okay?” She
sounds dazed. I feel like shit calling her – she's probably just gone to bed,
given the nature of her jobs, which are all night shifts.
              “N-n-o...” I admit.
“I'm not. I'm texting you my GPS coordinates right now. It's an emergency. I'm
so sorry, Kiley.”
              “Not a problem,” she
says. “I'm always there when you need me, Sid, you know that.”
              I wait in the hot sun
for thirty minutes before Kiley turns up in her beat-up old car. Her face is
full of worry and concern.
              “Jesus, Sid, what
happened? Your hair...it's a mess.” She looks really worried about me. She can
see my face, the tears in my eyes. “I brought coconut water for the hangover. I
thought you might need it...”
              I grab the bottle and
drink it greedily. My body is desperate for hydration after the night I've had.
I feel like a sponge again, soaking up the moisture.
              “I was so stupid...” I
let the tears fall. “I can't believe how stupid I was. I got drunk at my boss's
place...”
              “Your boss? You mean
Philip LaFleur?” She opens the car door for me.
              “Yeah....”
              “So, you weren't at a nightclub,
then?” She nods. “I thought you might be with him. Something about the way you
talked about him...it sounded like there was something going on.”
              “Something's going on,”
I admit. “But...I'm not sure what. Like – he's my boss. And he's always ordering
me around. And he ordered me to come to see him today – and I knew it was a sex
thing. At least, partially. But...this sounds so weird, so gross...”
              “I don't judge, Sid,”
says Kiley. “You know all about my sexual history. I don't judge anyone's weird
kinks. Safe, sane, and consensual, that's how I roll.”
              “It kind of turned me
on,” I admit. “The controlling stuff. The you must come to my house at six
p.m. Sharp. Stuff. I don't know...if I asked him to stop, I'm pretty sure
he would stop. But the problem is...I am not sure I want him to stop.”
              “What happened last
night?” she asks me.
              “He got me drunk. Told
me how he wanted me. How he wanted to...control me. Make me submit.”
              “And?”
              “Nothing happened. We
made dinner. Cuddled a bit. He put his hand on my shoulder, kissed my neck. But
he didn't even kiss me on the mouth. And we didn't even...”
              “So you didn't have
sex?” Kiley looks confused. “A player like Philip – and he didn't even try to
kiss you or anything?”
              “It was like he was
getting off on the tension or something...how much we wanted each other. But he
wasn't acting on it. Not yet...and it just made me want him more. And then I
drank too much and I fell asleep on his sofa and suddenly I wake up and he's
naked and this enormous rock-hard cock is in my face, and...”
              “Oh my God...” Kiley
looks horrified. “He didn't...”
              “No! He didn't...we
didn't....apparently he sleeps naked. And I don't know what came over me. I saw
his cock. And it was just so big and – I don't know. I touched it. And he woke
up and smiled and started flirting with me and it was all so surreal and weird
that I just kind of freaked out. I ran....I feel like an idiot.”
              “It's his fault!”
Kiley's voice is defensive, possessive. “Sleeping naked around his underling.
You should get his ass fired...”
              “I should,” I
say. “But somehow...it feels like we're in some sort of weird game. Like this
is all part of the game we're playing together. Like he knows it's what I want.
And I know it's what he wants. Or I thought I did. He