Hotline
I thought it was a telemarketing job.
I thought wrong.
It’s a phone line for lonely men looking for late-night company.
Steamy chats. Dirty talk. “Hot single ladies.”
Ugh.
I don’t like it.
I don’t belong here.
I’ve never talked dirty in my life. I’ve never even been kissed.
But I’m out of luck and out of money.
I considered selling my v-card, but I’m not quite there yet.
So for now…it’s this.
Talking dirty to strange men for money.
Fast forward to my first night on the job, and I am dreading taking my first call.
That’s when he walks in.
A devastatingly hot, older billionaire.
Possessive. Obsessive. Furious that any other man might hear my voice.
He wants me to quit.
He wants to be the only man I talk to.
He’s yanking wires out of walls. Blocking every number that isn’t his.
It’s hot. I love it. I want to be his one and only.
Only problem…
He thinks I’m experienced.
What will he do when he finds out I’m not?
I’m not just untouched.
I’m completely unclaimed.
Turns out, that’s exactly how he wants me.
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