Even without his confirmation on Saturday, I suspected he
might have something to do with it. He’s a vindictive asshole. So now I’m left
with him spreading lies or threats about hiring me all over town, and there’s
not a damn thing I can do about it. Trying to figure out what the hell I’m
going to do is what kept me up all night.
Well,
that and thinking about him . Bash.
Loud-mouthed,
arrogant, son of a bitch.
Tattooed
motorcycle thug.
Smoking-hot
alpha male with the cock that could be used as a mold for beautiful, over-sized
dildos.
Bash.
Bringer
of orgasms.
Haunter
of dreams.
The
truth was, what little sleep I did get last night was interrupted by the image
of either his grinning, stubbly face, or his monstrously beautiful, dribbling
cock. In either case, when the images chased me, my dream body always found a
reason to let herself be caught.
I
try again to push the thoughts of Bash and his dick from my mind. I don’t need
that distraction today. I have to get my head in the game. This might be my
only interview, and God knows why I was even lucky enough to get this one.
Maybe they’re the one company in town that don’t have some sort of tie to VI or
Edward.
Whatever
the case, I can’t afford to screw it up by letting my thoughts wander back to a
one night flight with a leather-clad buffoon that I’d be happy to never see
again. Even if the sex was pretty incredible. No one has ever gotten me that
hot before they even touched me, and I don’t remember ever having come from
just sex before.
Of
course, a guy like Bash has probably been with hundreds of girls. Probably in
that very back office. Even still, when he asked me if I wanted to stay for
another round, I was tempted to say yes. When would I ever have sex like that
again? With someone like that again? The Evelyn that took over my body that
night wasn’t me, but now that I’ve had time to reflect, I don’t regret it. In a
lot of ways, that Evelyn was a version of me that I really wish existed. A more
laid back Evelyn, more willing to take risks and go with the flow.
And
getting fucked by the most dangerous man I’d ever been close enough to touch
sure was a risk.
A
risk I haven’t been able to get out of my head all day yesterday, or last
night.
I
need to get it out. I need to forget about that one-time, throwaway encounter
and move on. I’ve been out of work for a couple of weeks now, and if I don’t
land a job soon, money is going to start to get tight. Edward paid me well, but
he also convinced me to move into this apartment, which was only affordable on
the salary he was paying me. When I moved in with him, I kept it around. Partly
because we were so busy I hadn’t had time to move all my stuff over to his
place, but I think partly because I wanted to make sure things worked out. Me
trying to minimize my risks again.
I
bet Bash has never passed up an opportunity to minimize risks. He probably does
things just because they’re risky. He’s an outlaw, living like he does because
he’s an adrenaline junkie. He lives hard and fucks harder. Oh God, does he fuck
hard.
It’s
no use. I have an abundance of time and stress that I need to reduce, and
thoughts of Bash that I need to banish. I need to tell someone my secrets. And
who better than Jackie?
She’s
my best friend. That’s what she’s here for. Right?
I
get out of bed, grab my cordless landline, and plug in her number. Usually, I’d
text her at this hour. Jackie works as a waitress and she’s almost never up
before the afternoon when she has to go in, and texting saves me getting chewed
out for waking her up.
But
to my surprise, she picks up on the second ring. “Good morning, sunshine,” she
chirps.
“Good
morning to you, too,” I reply, a bemused smile tickling my lips. “What’s got
you up already?”
“Coffee,
mostly,” she laughs. “And I had to walk that bartender from
might have something to do with it. He’s a vindictive asshole. So now I’m left
with him spreading lies or threats about hiring me all over town, and there’s
not a damn thing I can do about it. Trying to figure out what the hell I’m
going to do is what kept me up all night.
Well,
that and thinking about him . Bash.
Loud-mouthed,
arrogant, son of a bitch.
Tattooed
motorcycle thug.
Smoking-hot
alpha male with the cock that could be used as a mold for beautiful, over-sized
dildos.
Bash.
Bringer
of orgasms.
Haunter
of dreams.
The
truth was, what little sleep I did get last night was interrupted by the image
of either his grinning, stubbly face, or his monstrously beautiful, dribbling
cock. In either case, when the images chased me, my dream body always found a
reason to let herself be caught.
I
try again to push the thoughts of Bash and his dick from my mind. I don’t need
that distraction today. I have to get my head in the game. This might be my
only interview, and God knows why I was even lucky enough to get this one.
Maybe they’re the one company in town that don’t have some sort of tie to VI or
Edward.
Whatever
the case, I can’t afford to screw it up by letting my thoughts wander back to a
one night flight with a leather-clad buffoon that I’d be happy to never see
again. Even if the sex was pretty incredible. No one has ever gotten me that
hot before they even touched me, and I don’t remember ever having come from
just sex before.
Of
course, a guy like Bash has probably been with hundreds of girls. Probably in
that very back office. Even still, when he asked me if I wanted to stay for
another round, I was tempted to say yes. When would I ever have sex like that
again? With someone like that again? The Evelyn that took over my body that
night wasn’t me, but now that I’ve had time to reflect, I don’t regret it. In a
lot of ways, that Evelyn was a version of me that I really wish existed. A more
laid back Evelyn, more willing to take risks and go with the flow.
And
getting fucked by the most dangerous man I’d ever been close enough to touch
sure was a risk.
A
risk I haven’t been able to get out of my head all day yesterday, or last
night.
I
need to get it out. I need to forget about that one-time, throwaway encounter
and move on. I’ve been out of work for a couple of weeks now, and if I don’t
land a job soon, money is going to start to get tight. Edward paid me well, but
he also convinced me to move into this apartment, which was only affordable on
the salary he was paying me. When I moved in with him, I kept it around. Partly
because we were so busy I hadn’t had time to move all my stuff over to his
place, but I think partly because I wanted to make sure things worked out. Me
trying to minimize my risks again.
I
bet Bash has never passed up an opportunity to minimize risks. He probably does
things just because they’re risky. He’s an outlaw, living like he does because
he’s an adrenaline junkie. He lives hard and fucks harder. Oh God, does he fuck
hard.
It’s
no use. I have an abundance of time and stress that I need to reduce, and
thoughts of Bash that I need to banish. I need to tell someone my secrets. And
who better than Jackie?
She’s
my best friend. That’s what she’s here for. Right?
I
get out of bed, grab my cordless landline, and plug in her number. Usually, I’d
text her at this hour. Jackie works as a waitress and she’s almost never up
before the afternoon when she has to go in, and texting saves me getting chewed
out for waking her up.
But
to my surprise, she picks up on the second ring. “Good morning, sunshine,” she
chirps.
“Good
morning to you, too,” I reply, a bemused smile tickling my lips. “What’s got
you up already?”
“Coffee,
mostly,” she laughs. “And I had to walk that bartender from
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