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Before I could say anything else, she was gone, out the door in a flash of soft brown curls and killer curves, leaving me alone on the table with a hard-on that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Shit,” I growled to myself.
Part of me wanted to chase after her, but I could tell that she
was serious about calling the cops. Something I’d done had set her off, and I had to know what so I could apologize.
But now wasn’t the right time.
I collected my things and slid back into my clothes as quickly as possible, doing my best to stuff my dick into my pants, leaving the top button undone.
My whole world felt like it had been turned upside down as I made my way to the car. I felt like I’d just been hit by a blind tackle, and the one responsible was Kylie.
I may have been leaving, but this sure as hell wasn’t going to be the last time I saw her.
I was Trent Baron and I worked for what I wanted, and right then at that moment, I wanted Kylie…
…and I was going to have her.
Chapter Two
Kylie
“Unbelievable!” I shouted as I slammed my fists down on the desk in the back room. I was two seconds away from tears.
“Shhhh!” Ryan hissed. “He’ll hear you!”
“He’s gone,” I snapped. “I heard the front door shut.”
“What happened?”
“He propositioned me!” I replied.
“What? Wait, Trent Baron—”
“Son of a bitch told me he wanted me,” I sighed, shaking my head. “I really am screwed, Ryan. My business is done for.”
“Don’t be too dramatic, Kylie—”
“Dramatic?!” I scoffed. “Oh, so me being afraid I’m going to lose my business because that bitch lied to the cops about my business and we’re on the verge of being shut down? That’s me being dramatic?!”
“That might happen,” he said. “But the cops might not believe Becca’s story…”
“Oh, they’ll believe her,” I replied, slumping down in my office chair. “All she’s got to do is use that sweet little accent on them and they’ll buy the whole thing.”
Becca was a former employee of mine, a girl I’d hired to give massages here at the studio that I’d opened two years ago.
She was from Russia and had come to the United States as a student. She needed extra money and was one of my best employees. That is until her boyfriend, Noah, started hitting on me.
I didn’t want him, of course. He was one of those guys who’s unbelievably arrogant with absolutely no reason to be, was still in college, wore imitation gold chains and wife-beaters, had no aspirations, drank too much, and kept joking about how he wanted me to be his “sugar momma.”
He flirted openly with me in front of Becca, and no matter how many times I told her that I wasn’t interested, she never believed me. Actually, I think the fact that I didn’t want anything to do with him made her even more angry.
A week later I was visited by the police asking me questions about the “legitimacy of my business” and “what kind of services” I offered.
I almost had a heart attack.
I’d gone to school for massage therapy, passed my exams, became a licensed CMT, taken out a small loan, and opened my business. I didn’t take a penny from my parents, who hadn’t even been able to afford to send me to school, and within two years I was supporting myself and actually putting money away. Hell, I’d even been thinking about expanding to a second location when all this happened.
