Free Weak for Him by Lyra Parish

the integrity of The Elite call service. The men didn't want
people to know who they were, and we weren't allowed to speak of it
with another person. That would be easy for me. I had no one to
tell.
    Lining the walls of the convention
area were tinted windows with numbers on the doors. Room twenty-six
awaited me.
    Mr. Felton spoke with Jesse by the
exit. He pointed around the room and wrote a few scribbles in a
small notebook. Jesse shook her head several times, and he nodded
his. Mr. Felton continued to talk, almost scolding her, and then
ended it with a smile. I kept my eyes on them while I went to meet
my match. His jade greens caught sight of mine, and I didn't look
away. He watched me until I couldn't take it anymore.
    Outlined in gold and filled in
with red, the number twenty-six held the man that wanted me:
Luketon Brand. With a pinch of confidence, I opened the door and
saw dark hair, blue eyes, and a set of plump lips. He stood as I
entered and waited for me to sit, and then he followed.
    "Hi," he said. "I'm Luketon Brand,
but you can call me Luke."
    "Jennifer Downs, nice to meet
you."
    He grabbed my hand and kissed the
back ever so slightly.
    "The pleasure is indeed
mine."
    Another man with a mesmerizing
British accent. I thought I might lose it.
    "So, Jennifer, won't you tell me
about yourself?"
    I traveled back to the office with
Mr. Felton, and the result of the same question. I trashed the
thoughts.
    There are specific questions that
a match can ask. I had the answers memorized as not to give away
too much.
    "I'm twenty-two, a Virgo, only
child. I like fast cars, and hate taking walks on the
beach."
    He chuckled.
    "Really? Duly noted. I have a
confession to make."
    He leaned in closer.
    "I despise the beach as
well."
    I smiled and cocked my
head.
    "The sand is terrible, isn't it?"
he asked.
    I opened my mouth to speak, but he
interrupted me before I could agree.
    "Would you like to ditch this
joint? I also despise formalities, and ties, and boring business
meetings."
    "So we can leave?"
    "You're mine for the next few
hours. We can do whatever our little hearts' desire, and I can
guarantee that does not include long walks on the
beach."
    He stood and placed his hand on
the small of my back and led me from the cramped space of box
number twenty-six.
    Luke found Jesse and Mr. Felton at
the exit.
    "We are leaving. Be back before
curfew."
    I heard a slight edge in his
voice. The three of them turned and looked at me. Jesse rolled her
eyes just to confirm that she still hated me. Mr. Felton lifted his
eyebrows as if to ask if leaving was okay, and I nodded my head.
Why the hell did he have to look at me with such intensity? Fucking
Finnley Felton fucking with my feelings. Or maybe it was my
emotions playing tricks on me?
    Luke left Mr. Felton with a firm
handshake and headed toward me with a smile on his face.
    "Since that's settled, where would
you like to go?"
    "Anywhere but here."
    He opened his arm for me to link
onto. Before we left, I looked over my right shoulder and saw Mr.
Felton watching me leave. I winked at him and turned
around.
    Take that, Mr. Fuckton.
    "Is everything okay?" Luke
asked.
    "It is now."
    Once outside, the cool air drifted
across my legs, and I soaked in the fall breeze. He opened the door
to the white Volvo, and I slipped in.
    "I think I've got the perfect
place for us to get to know one another a little
better."
    Within ten minutes, we were
pulling into the entrance of a park. I lifted my eyebrows and
turned to Luke.
    "You'll love this place, I
promise."
    We walked toward a pond. Along the
bank of the water were benches occupied with kissing couples. He
led me one in front of the playground and then checked his
watch.
    "Just wait," he said.
    A light breeze rustled the leaves
behind us, and he leaned his shoulder into mine. The apple scent of
his body mixed with the cool night air. Without warning, lights
across the pond flashed and blinked. The trees branches glittered
and danced like they