Free Living in Sin (The Escort Series) by Isabel Lucero

pauses. “Or maybe that’s just what I want for myself.”
    “You need to stop talking like that, because even that’s getting me excited! Plus, we don’t even know how he might be. Maybe his peen is small, and he’s selfish in bed like Liam. Maybe he comes in like four seconds, maybe he’s just terrible all around.”
    “You’re crazy. You know you don’t believe any of that. He’s a giant with giant hands so he has to have a giant penis. And when he gets in touch with you to try to return your phone, you better stop being such a stupid bitch, and be nice to the man. He hasn’t done anything to you. You’ve seen him with women. Big whoop, he’s fine as hell, of course women are gonna flock to him. Maybe he’s telling the truth and isn’t dating anyone.”
    “I know! I’m being a dumb, I-don’t-know-what-I-want, woman. But I do know what I want. I want someone with a big dick to fuck me like crazy and make me forget about the world, if only for a few hours.”
    “Atta girl! Also, ask him if he has any big dick friends. Hell, at this point I’ll take an average dick friend.”
    “How is he gonna get in touch with me if he has my phone? It doesn’t have my address in there.”
    “I don’t know. House phone? Work phone? He’ll find a way.”
    “I’m sure he will.” I respond. Excitement hits me as the thought of seeing Sexy Beast again.
    “Oh!” Em exclaims. “I just hired this new chick to work at the coffee shop. Her name is Shelia and she seems cool enough. Kind of quiet, but she may just be nervous. She’s fairly new to Vegas, and I think she moved here with her college roommate or something. Anyway, she asked if I wanted to go to dinner with them, and I said yes, but you have to come.”
    “Why do I have to come?”
    “Because, they could turn out to be lame bitches, and I want to have my bitch there,” she replies.
    “Okay. Gotcha. If they’re a couple of lame asses then we ditch ‘em and go have some fun.”
    “Sounds like a plan!” she exclaims.
    “In the meantime, I need to figure out what the eff I’m going to say to Sexy Beast.”
    “So we’re going with Sexy Beast?” she asks with a smile.
    I shrug. “I don’t know. It’s just what came to mind first.”
    “Okay. Well, what you say depends on what you want to do. Are you gonna keep being a bitch and being all, oh, he’s got so many girlfriends, he’s a player, I can’t be in a relationship with him, or be okay with just getting the shit fucked out of you?”
    The part she was mocking me on, she did in a whiny voice. I scowl at her. “I don’t sound like that, for one. For two, I don’t think I want the shit fucked out of me. That might be embarrassing,” I joke. “I think I’ll just go with the flow. If sex is all he wants, I shouldn’t be turning that down, considering I’m in a sexual drought.”
    “Good. Then just be yourself. You’ll be fine.”
    “I know, but when I get around him, I get all nervous. Stupid GLC.”
    When I hear a knock on my door, I shoot a glance at Emilie. Nobody ever comes to my house without me knowing about it first. It’s usually only Emilie or my clients. I guess it could be Mrs. Roberts making an unannounced visit. I wouldn’t put it past her to do that.
    I cross the room, walk past the kitchen and to the door. I look through the peephole, but don’t recognize who the person is. I slowly open the door.
    “Yes?”
    “Hi. Are you Miss…” he looks down at a paper. “Adrienne Miller?”
    “Yes that’s me,” I respond hesitantly.
    “Great. This is for you, ma’am.” He hands me a small envelope and a fairly long, thin, black box.
    “Thank you,” I say as I reach for the items.
    He smiles and walks off.
    I close the door and walk over to Emilie, who’s looking at me with curious eyes.
    “Who was that? What do you have?”
    “I don’t know,” I say as I sit down next to her.
    I open the box first. As I pull the top off, the scent is what hits me first. A