Mathers."
She snorted then covered her mouth. She had a proposition for him, too. He could kiss her triple-wide butt. She wouldn't even charge him, though he could more than afford to pay.
"Twenty-five thousand dollars if you agree." He spoke against the line where the wooden door met the metal frame of the trailer. The lack of any weather stripping made it sound like he was in the room talking to her. "Five hundred just for letting me in for two minutes."
"Slide the five under the door then talk. You are not coming inside my home." With each word perfectly enunciated without a trace of the tremor running through her, Lila smiled and a little of her old confidence returned. She wasn't an idiot or even dumb, regardless of what his Princeton-educated ass might think.
An envelope slid under the gap at the bottom of the door. She teetered forward, one hand against the door knob as a brace as she scooped it up. She counted the five crisp hundred-dollar bills then shoved them in her bra.
He rattled the knob. "Now let me in."
"You heard what I said, you are not coming inside." She slid the chain in place, knowing none of the locks would keep a man of his strength out if he really wanted in. "Talk if you want to, your two minutes started about twenty seconds ago."
Warren huffed, the sound bringing a smile to Lila's face. She didn't smile much anymore and he was a big part of the reason why. Her last hope at a normal life had disappeared with her job. His signature had been at the bottom of the dismissal letter delivered by some polished blonde in a size four red skirt along with a cardboard box to carry home Lila's belongings.
"I want you..." The door creaked from the press of his hands on the other side. "Rather, I need..."
Feeling him pull away, she braced for the screen door slamming against its frame as he angrily stalked back to his limo. Instead, he growled for her to open the door.
"I need to see you when I say this, Lila."
Fine! She yanked the chain off, slammed the slide bolt and yanked the door open, her robe fluttering open from the artificial breeze. She slapped her hands on her ample hips and held them there. The headlights made her pale skin glow, the blue veins so stark they looked inked onto her thighs and stomach.
Warren stepped forward, his mobile mouth chewing at the sight of her as he crowded her away from the door and into the center of the front room. He turned, put the chain on and slid the bolt. Eyeing her, he walked to the table where the banker's lamp fought the room's deep shadows.
Shoving his hand in the inside pocket of his double-breasted suit jacket, he pulled out a thick wad of money and dropped it onto the table.
"All yours." Facing her, he loosened his tie. A shrug of his shoulders and his jacket hung from one hand. He tossed it on the couch.
Lila stared, lips parted. Was he undressing?
"What are you doing?" Her gaze bounced to the door then back to Warren.
She shook her head, silently cursing her stupidity for letting him in. She held no illusion that no matter how loudly she screamed for help, the driver wouldn't lift a finger to aid her.
Warren dropped his tie, the expensive silk draping itself over one Italian penny loafer. With three buttons worth of his chest on display, Warren untucked the shirt and drew the fabric over his head. His belt landed on top of the tie. Another blink and his cock surfed into view, his hands skimming his hips as he pushed his slacks off.
Shocked, she could do nothing more than stare at the man. She wasted little time on the strong jaw or the chin with its slight cleft. She didn't linger over the lightly bronzed chest with its dark copper nipples. She barely surfed the washboard stomach before her gaze anchored on the lean hips, powerful thighs and the thick cock that rose from a dark mat of fur.
Arousal seeped into Lila's bones at the sight of him nude and erect. She knew she should kick him out. This was some crazy game -- too absurd to even be a
She snorted then covered her mouth. She had a proposition for him, too. He could kiss her triple-wide butt. She wouldn't even charge him, though he could more than afford to pay.
"Twenty-five thousand dollars if you agree." He spoke against the line where the wooden door met the metal frame of the trailer. The lack of any weather stripping made it sound like he was in the room talking to her. "Five hundred just for letting me in for two minutes."
"Slide the five under the door then talk. You are not coming inside my home." With each word perfectly enunciated without a trace of the tremor running through her, Lila smiled and a little of her old confidence returned. She wasn't an idiot or even dumb, regardless of what his Princeton-educated ass might think.
An envelope slid under the gap at the bottom of the door. She teetered forward, one hand against the door knob as a brace as she scooped it up. She counted the five crisp hundred-dollar bills then shoved them in her bra.
He rattled the knob. "Now let me in."
"You heard what I said, you are not coming inside." She slid the chain in place, knowing none of the locks would keep a man of his strength out if he really wanted in. "Talk if you want to, your two minutes started about twenty seconds ago."
Warren huffed, the sound bringing a smile to Lila's face. She didn't smile much anymore and he was a big part of the reason why. Her last hope at a normal life had disappeared with her job. His signature had been at the bottom of the dismissal letter delivered by some polished blonde in a size four red skirt along with a cardboard box to carry home Lila's belongings.
"I want you..." The door creaked from the press of his hands on the other side. "Rather, I need..."
Feeling him pull away, she braced for the screen door slamming against its frame as he angrily stalked back to his limo. Instead, he growled for her to open the door.
"I need to see you when I say this, Lila."
Fine! She yanked the chain off, slammed the slide bolt and yanked the door open, her robe fluttering open from the artificial breeze. She slapped her hands on her ample hips and held them there. The headlights made her pale skin glow, the blue veins so stark they looked inked onto her thighs and stomach.
Warren stepped forward, his mobile mouth chewing at the sight of her as he crowded her away from the door and into the center of the front room. He turned, put the chain on and slid the bolt. Eyeing her, he walked to the table where the banker's lamp fought the room's deep shadows.
Shoving his hand in the inside pocket of his double-breasted suit jacket, he pulled out a thick wad of money and dropped it onto the table.
"All yours." Facing her, he loosened his tie. A shrug of his shoulders and his jacket hung from one hand. He tossed it on the couch.
Lila stared, lips parted. Was he undressing?
"What are you doing?" Her gaze bounced to the door then back to Warren.
She shook her head, silently cursing her stupidity for letting him in. She held no illusion that no matter how loudly she screamed for help, the driver wouldn't lift a finger to aid her.
Warren dropped his tie, the expensive silk draping itself over one Italian penny loafer. With three buttons worth of his chest on display, Warren untucked the shirt and drew the fabric over his head. His belt landed on top of the tie. Another blink and his cock surfed into view, his hands skimming his hips as he pushed his slacks off.
Shocked, she could do nothing more than stare at the man. She wasted little time on the strong jaw or the chin with its slight cleft. She didn't linger over the lightly bronzed chest with its dark copper nipples. She barely surfed the washboard stomach before her gaze anchored on the lean hips, powerful thighs and the thick cock that rose from a dark mat of fur.
Arousal seeped into Lila's bones at the sight of him nude and erect. She knew she should kick him out. This was some crazy game -- too absurd to even be a
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