Chapter One
Damn, damn, damn!
Roxanne Savage slammed her palm against the steering wheel of her far-from-practical sports coupe. The engine responded with another sputter then died. She steered the drifting car to the side of the road, groaned, then leaned back against the headrest.
This was not her night. Five miles from home—at two in the morning—didn’t leave her many options. However, there was always one person she could count on. With a sigh, she picked up her cell phone from the passenger seat to dial Jay Turpin’s number then chuckled in spite of her situation. Jay wouldn’t be thrilled to drag himself out of bed to help a stranded dumbass on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere…especially since she’d run out of gas.
Well, she’d been a pain in his ass before and he still loved her. She smiled.
Most days.
Technically, she and Jay hadn’t been a couple—in the traditional sense of the word—for six months. But they’d been through breakups before and had always gotten back together. So this time, they didn’t exactly call it splits—just decided to see other people. It worked for them. Now they didn’t have to wonder about reconciliation.
Reality was, no matter how much they tried to remain strictly friends, they cared too much for each other.
On a positive note, they were very good friends—and she wasn’t about to give up screwing him.
Some men just knew how to make a woman come, and Jay was one of them. Maybe it was because he handled balls for a living as a professional minor league baseball player. Whether a gentle caress or gripping her firmly by the hips, his strong hands set her skin ablaze. Remembering his touch caused a twitch in her nipples and a tug on her clit.
Damn, she needed to get laid.
Roxie stared at the phone. She didn’t know his schedule. Please , don’t be at an away game. They still talked often, but not daily like they had while dating. Friends didn’t check in every night. She laughed. Only when one or the other wanted a little lovin’.
A sigh escaped her lips. She missed the frequent sex…she missed him . Their relationship hadn’t been perfect and they’d had their share of disagreements, but that wasn’t why they’d decided to see other people. Jay had a dream to chase and she wasn’t going to stand in his way. During baseball season he traveled with the team. She also suspected the guys gave him a rough time about dating a stripper.
Just because she danced, didn’t mean she cheated. That was a moot point now…although some things never changed. Jay still worried about what—and who —she did. But just like when they had been dating, she wasn’t fucking anyone else.
Roxie contemplated her predicament and a groan rolled from her chest. Maybe if she offered to make him breakfast in the morning he’d be more willing to give a favor. The old I’ll scratch your back, you scratch mine. Jay had a strong, muscular back. She’d had the pleasure of raking her nails down his tanned torso for the last five years.
She punched in the number and stared out the windows into the pitch-black night. “God Jay, please be home.” She didn’t want to think about walking five feet out into the inky night, let alone five miles—she glanced down at her lap—wearing a tight black miniskirt and thigh-high go-go boots. With her luck, instead of getting a ride home, she’d get picked up for prostitution. She didn’t fuck for money, she danced for a paycheck. A damned good paycheck.
Even though Jay loved a private dance, he wasn’t so hip on the stripping. She knew he was concerned for her safety. It didn’t matter that the club where she worked was considered the high end of exotic entertainment. One positive change since they’d split, his attitude had loosened up. Boy friends apparently didn’t give girl friends grief about their jobs.
His voicemail picked up. “Jay, it’s Roxie. When you get this message, and I hope it’s soon,
Damn, damn, damn!
Roxanne Savage slammed her palm against the steering wheel of her far-from-practical sports coupe. The engine responded with another sputter then died. She steered the drifting car to the side of the road, groaned, then leaned back against the headrest.
This was not her night. Five miles from home—at two in the morning—didn’t leave her many options. However, there was always one person she could count on. With a sigh, she picked up her cell phone from the passenger seat to dial Jay Turpin’s number then chuckled in spite of her situation. Jay wouldn’t be thrilled to drag himself out of bed to help a stranded dumbass on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere…especially since she’d run out of gas.
Well, she’d been a pain in his ass before and he still loved her. She smiled.
Most days.
Technically, she and Jay hadn’t been a couple—in the traditional sense of the word—for six months. But they’d been through breakups before and had always gotten back together. So this time, they didn’t exactly call it splits—just decided to see other people. It worked for them. Now they didn’t have to wonder about reconciliation.
Reality was, no matter how much they tried to remain strictly friends, they cared too much for each other.
On a positive note, they were very good friends—and she wasn’t about to give up screwing him.
Some men just knew how to make a woman come, and Jay was one of them. Maybe it was because he handled balls for a living as a professional minor league baseball player. Whether a gentle caress or gripping her firmly by the hips, his strong hands set her skin ablaze. Remembering his touch caused a twitch in her nipples and a tug on her clit.
Damn, she needed to get laid.
Roxie stared at the phone. She didn’t know his schedule. Please , don’t be at an away game. They still talked often, but not daily like they had while dating. Friends didn’t check in every night. She laughed. Only when one or the other wanted a little lovin’.
A sigh escaped her lips. She missed the frequent sex…she missed him . Their relationship hadn’t been perfect and they’d had their share of disagreements, but that wasn’t why they’d decided to see other people. Jay had a dream to chase and she wasn’t going to stand in his way. During baseball season he traveled with the team. She also suspected the guys gave him a rough time about dating a stripper.
Just because she danced, didn’t mean she cheated. That was a moot point now…although some things never changed. Jay still worried about what—and who —she did. But just like when they had been dating, she wasn’t fucking anyone else.
Roxie contemplated her predicament and a groan rolled from her chest. Maybe if she offered to make him breakfast in the morning he’d be more willing to give a favor. The old I’ll scratch your back, you scratch mine. Jay had a strong, muscular back. She’d had the pleasure of raking her nails down his tanned torso for the last five years.
She punched in the number and stared out the windows into the pitch-black night. “God Jay, please be home.” She didn’t want to think about walking five feet out into the inky night, let alone five miles—she glanced down at her lap—wearing a tight black miniskirt and thigh-high go-go boots. With her luck, instead of getting a ride home, she’d get picked up for prostitution. She didn’t fuck for money, she danced for a paycheck. A damned good paycheck.
Even though Jay loved a private dance, he wasn’t so hip on the stripping. She knew he was concerned for her safety. It didn’t matter that the club where she worked was considered the high end of exotic entertainment. One positive change since they’d split, his attitude had loosened up. Boy friends apparently didn’t give girl friends grief about their jobs.
His voicemail picked up. “Jay, it’s Roxie. When you get this message, and I hope it’s soon,
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